I am sulking. It's what I always do when things go wrong. Not behaviour that befits my age I know but sometimes I need to take a step back and sit quietly by myself and figure out what to do next.
I had a lovely day yesterday. Finished the knitting part of my baby cardigan and put it in my bag and set off with my eldest to potter around some shops and see if I could find a nice button to match. Yes, with all my buttons not a single one was the correct shade of purple! My boy is going through a tricky stage at the moment and it's not often I get to spend time with him on his own. We looked around the charity shops and the health food shop and had a nice afternoon. I got my button, well two actually, nice to have options! I also found some lovely yellow yarn in the bargain bin which had to come with me at £2 a ball.
When we got home armed with a pizza and plans to watch tv, that's when it all went wrong. The top of the tv was wet! Our ceiling has had old water marks on it for a while. The last occupants were obviously aware of a problem but had covered it up with fresh plaster and oil paint. Once the leak happened again we realised and while it didn't look particularly nice we left it until we had the time to get it fixed up properly, as long as the leak was ok I could live with the bad ceiling. But this was more than a few drips of water and bits of plaster were starting to drop down. We ushered the kids upstairs and moved the tv and had no choice but to remove the wet plaster before it fell on one of us. I was in my pj's and socks and had quickly covered my hair up with a pair of my daughters school tights, I looked ridiculous! I have learned from past experience that plaster dust in my hair takes an age to wash out so I wasn't taking any chances.
The reason the ceiling was giving way so easily was because someone had left big bits of rubble and offcuts of brick under the floorboards which were too heavy for the ceiling to hold so we had to get it all down.
I was joking about it on Twitter last night but really it was horrible. My poor Little One was wailing until he eventually fell asleep. I was just too covered in dust to pick him up. By the time we had cleared and swept and mopped and hoovered it was gone 11:30 and then a further hour till I was in clean clothes and in my bed. I had a dream that the whole house fell into a crater in the ground, yet we carried on living there.
This morning I'm tired and I'm sore and really not sure where to go from here.