Earlier this week I was struck with a sudden panic: the last time I made an appointment with the Maternal and Child Health Nurse, I didn’t write the appointment in my diary. And it was a double appointment for Annie and Harry! And these appointments are really hard to make!! What if the appointment is today? What if I’ve already missed it??
As soon as I got home I dug out the green book and checked the appointment time: not till Wednesday! Phew! I checked the book again yesterday – 1:30pm – easy!
Mr Knightley gave Annie a thorough bath last night and I made sure she was dressed in her most respectable clothes this morning. I gave the boys an early lunch and then coaxed Harry out of the mud and into the bath for a righteous scrubbing. Once I put Harry into his least raggedy clothes and locked the back door so he couldn’t get muddy again, I bundled the three of them into the car (after first sending Christopher Robin back to change his favourite (broken) sandals into respectable shoes with matching socks). I figured I’d get there early so they could have a play at the park next door beforehand.
You can imagine my immense sense of smugness as I sauntered into the health centre at precisely 1:25pm. I had forgotten nothing: both health books, bunny rug, change of jumpsuit, nappies, crochet workbag, phone, tissues, keys, three children, wipes – all there.
One of the health nurses approached me with a concerned look on her face. Who was I there to see? Everyone was out. I faltered for a moment – I’d only seen this new health nurse once before and couldn’t remember her name. She prompted me – was it Jenny? Yes! Jenny! Jenny was out.
The first few seeds of doubt started to edge their way into my consciousness. Oh! But! I said with renewed confidence, I AM a little early (oh yeah!)…but perhaps I’ll just double check the appointment in my book.
So I pull out my book and take forever to find the stupid page. And I take a proper look at the date for the first time. Oh no! I say, I’m a week early!
The nurse points again at the date with a kind smile: I was also a month early.
WHAT is WRONG with my BRAIN??!!
The receptionist, who by now had joined the conversation, along with another health nurse, said I could come in and have a sit while the boys had a play anyway. It would give me a chance to ‘collect my thoughts’. They were all very kind (and, I suspect, quietly concerned).
MY BRAIN! What is wrong with my BRAIN??
I sat down with my diary and worked at being organised for about ten minutes. Then we went home.
I can’t even explain how I can manage to bring daft-ness to a whole new level. I made a cake once we got home just to give my confidence a boost (with a side-product of comfort food)