An Eventful week

 If you have been reading my posts you will know for months I have been head down on a project.

Head down has meant working 10-14 hour days 7 days a week with no break.

On Thursday we launched. With few glitches. The only problem was I still couldn't relax because I had to be on hand to support.

On top of this stress has meant some of my team have been behaving horribly. I have been managing bullying behaviour, stress and disagreement at the same time as keeping everybody (including myself) motivated.

On Thursday I hit rock bottom with exhaustion levels at max. I even took a lunchbreak so I could grab an hour of sleep to get through the afternoon.

I managed to get through the day. Then on Thursday evening I put son's packed lunch in fridge. In doing so I knocked a pot of cream on the floor.

As the cream leaked out my reaction was as if a tragedy at a huge level had happened. Wonderful husband leapt in and cleaned it up.

I went to study and messaged boss to say I would not be coming in for at least 3 working days. They were very supportive. It wasn't quite so simple as on Friday there were 2 short meetings I had to attend, but other than that I just relaxed.

On Saturday I did all my normal chores. Went to butcher, walked dog, cooked supper for 5, carried on sorting garden, did washing... (I hate Saturdays). It was also ridiculously hot.

On Sunday I curled up on sofa. Nothing was going to move me. At about 14:50 I went to calendar to check date. HORROR. There on the calendar was a note to say I had tickets to Van Gough Alive at the Dome. These tickets hadn't been cheap. The tickets were for 14:00.

As my stress levels are high my priority was to not melt down in front of family again. Taking a deep breath I told family what had happened. The tickets were for son and I. I wanted to go, I wanted son to go from a development perspective. There is no way husband would go.

I checked the site and tickets were available still. I decided we should just turn up and see what happened.

Now as a family we are all rubbish at spontaneity. We like to plan it. There followed a huge tantrum from son who didn't want to go at short notice. I said up to him, but I was going. Husband said he would drive me there. Give son his due he had a rapid shower, got ready and came with.

When we got there the ticket office agreed we could use our tickets even though we were over an hour late. Yay.

Anyway, we went in and basically it was a single room with screens that took you through the history of his art with music accompaniment. It was vaguely interesting, but Very long. Occasionally they would animate bits of a picture.

It wasn't what I expected at all. I thought eg you would be in a room full of sunflowers you walked through whilst sunflower paintings were shown so you were transported to the landscape. But no. It was literally sit down and watch his painting on a screen. I could have watched it on TV at home!

The room was full of parents with bored kids. Around the room were low benches. My favorite bored kid was spread eagled on floor. Face first. With just his feet on a bench. My son was very well behaved, though he did share my giggle fit about spread Eagle kid 

We stuck through it but only managed 40 mins before boredom levels hit max. So we left and husband picked us up.

Realising, showering, dressing, travelling, watching and returning took the grand total of 2 hours 7 minutes!

Son and I agreed we were glad we did it, but our life wouldn't have been worse if we had missed it. Praise indeed.

Final bit of news is that I was busting with pride over son's school report. I couldn't be prouder of him. So glad he got husband's brains