You know when you have one of those weeks.. and that turns into two of them.. and then three of them..
After three weeks struggling to keep the department at work afloat seemingly single handedly thanks to holiday and an ineffective worldwide organisation, and all the stress that entailed..
Then add in a heaping dose of trying to get sorted for a last minute work trip to Poland (today) for a week which was nicely slotted in so I land back in the country on the 24th with my own holiday starting on the 25th..
And trying to get mortgage issues sorted, and deal with the useless tards at Nissan, organise someone to look after the cats when we're away because I find out my mother might be going into hospital (when they finally get the test results back, anyway)..
Then what happens? I and Amy spend yesterday and today tearing the house apart - including two trips to work to check there, too - to try and find my passport, last seen on my return leg from Tel Aviv in July.
Nowhere to be found.. cue one very angry boss, two very expensive wasted flights and a hotel stay that will be partly charged for, and yet more stress to report the passport lost/stolen and try and organise a replacement before January (which, I'm told, may require an in-person interview with the passport office)..
I know I should be thankful nothing really bad has gone wrong and there isn't a lorry parked in my house (although I don't want to say too much in case I wake up tomorrow to find a 747 has missed Heathrow and parked in my living room!), but I feel like I've spent the last three weeks teetering on the edge of some kind of meltdown (you know, tight chest, difficulty breathing, severe anger .. probably like TB every time he finds BP out of LPG).. I could really use a nice, long holiday .. but all I have is five days in Cornwall and then I'm out of time off until next year.
Bah.
OK, pity party over..