I am definitely an optimist, to the point it drives my other half mad – when something is clearly lost or positively broken, beyond repair, I try my hardest to optimise the situation ‘it must be here somewhere’ or ‘I’m sure I’ll be able to fix it’! I do have empathy for him though as even I will admit that my optimism does tend to get me into trouble from time to time.
Like the time I was ‘sure’ that my very, very limited petrol will get me home from the school run (I mean, what was I thinking? The red warning light had been flashing angrily at me for days!). So as the car came to a sad halt (I did manage to get it parked on a quiet street without anyone noticing), I assess the situation and all my optimism evaporates – I have 2 kids in the car, no petrol, a home to get to and a dinner to cook! Thankfully, the petrol station was a 5 minute walk, although double that with 2 kids, one of which thinks he is on a big adventure and is FULL to the brim of questions about what has happened to the car and why we are now walking to the petrol station and what is a petrol station….on and on and on… Finally we arrive at the petrol station and have to buy a Jerry can (I didn’t even know this is what they were called if I’m being totally honest!), pay for the damn thing to then leave the shop to fill it up and then return to the shop to pay for the petrol – and all this with 2 kids in tow and ENDLESS questions…Needless to say we eventually returned home after an hour round trip which should of been a 10 minute journey and I was exhausted – I think we had takeaway that night!!
Another cracker of mine was when we were running late (as usual) for a Christening early on a Sunday morning (optimistic me: ‘oh, we’ll get there, don’t worry’), with barely a few minutes to spare our trusty sat nav announces that we have arrived at our destination – perfect, all we needed to do now is look out for the church and as if by magic one emerges on the right hand side (me: ‘see?’ – looking smug-’.. what did I say, I knew we’d get here on time’). My husband brings the car to a stop at the nearest possible spot and we scramble out of the car and enter the church trying to appear ‘not late’ and quickly take a seat but as I look round I notice I don’t recognise a single soul in there. My husband obviously notices too and we quickly realise we are in totally the wrong church!! Apparently the correct church is a 2 minute walk away (again, double that with 2 kids, in fact triple that; I have heels on!), now we are officially late and my optimism is again non-existent as it dawns on me that I have to now walk into a big echo’y church and everyone will look at us! The kids thought the whole thing was a big joke, especially the part where mummy was trying to run a ’2 minutes down the road’ journey in heels!!
Ridiculous situations, I think, often come and find me – like the time I was given some antibiotics for a chest infection, sounds simple right? Not if 3 days into the antibiotics you have an allergic reaction to an ingredient and come out in a rash all over and resemble a tomato! Even that you could deal with, just about, but when you have a further allergic reaction to the antihistamine that you are taking to get over the affects of the 1st allergic reaction, now that is just ridiculous and I promise you, it all true!!
Rest easy though it’s not always like this and despite recent events my optimism for the Royal Jubilee weekend was on an all time high, I was hoping for no car malfunctions, a sat nav that worked and certainly no allergic reactions!! With the car packed to the rafters and in a neat convoy with friends we skipped town to celebrate the long weekend hoping for a right Royal knees-up! We were occupying a cosy house for the extended weekend placed right on the Sussex coastline, with crashing waves right at the bottom of our garden. The setting was perfect and as we sipped Pimms and hung out our most regal bunting from the balcony – even the threat of rain drops didn’t dampen our spirits. And when the threatening thunderstorm erupted on Saturday night our cup of optimism still remained half full, ploughing on with our planned BBQ in true Brit style, complete with umbrellas! We all had such a great time; the kids battled the wind on the beach skimming stones into the sea dressed in their especially purchased red, white and blue union jack outfits (from Next of course!) whilst the men played with the kids games – Frisbee and cricket! The girls of the party sat chatting, drinking and laughing (lots), feeling like Queens in our own right and full of optimism!!