But. Yesterday turned out to be quite significant alright! Not in a super-special, heart-melting, gaping in awe moment, but rather in a crazy-all-over-the-place- I-am-trying-very-hard-to-hold-things-together- frenzy-before-I-go-insane to ensure that things (or me) did not fall apart as Murphy decided to stick around from the weekend.
First, Silver Bullet took the bacteria-laden-baton from the
kids and spent the entire day and night on the eve of 12.12.12 hugging the
toilet bowl puking his guts out. Not sure sort of bug Silver Bullet had caught,
but it was so bad that he was vomiting blood. Needless to say, neither of us
got much sleep that night (thankfully the kids were out like a light!), and we
both woke up that morning looking worse for wear.
Silver Bullet was pretty much out of commission. And, it is
days like this that made me realised how useless I am with my non-existent
driving skills. It is days like this that I wish I had learnt how to drive to
continue to get things going. No time
for regrets (I keep telling myself I need to learn how to drive one of these
days) - as, granted, things still need to be done, Spud still needs to be sent
to school and it is imperative that someone needs to drive Silver Bullet to the hospital. There just was no way in
hell I was going to let him go on his own in the state he was in.
So it was a crazy busy day.
I scrambled along before the crack of dawn to get myself ready, get the
kids showered and dressed (while making sure that Silver Bullet was not going
to lift a finger ), prepared their first meal of the day, bolted through the
front door to send Spud to school, accompanied Silver Bullet to the hospital,
came back home to drop him off and picked a pair of concert tickets to be
re-sold, then dropped it off to the buyer, rushed to the office, attended several
meetings, did some work, left the office slightly earlier to pick up some
Christmas gifts for the upcoming Christmas exchange in the office, rushed home to check if everyone are still
breathing, cooked, put the kids to bed, had some dinner and continue to do some
urgent work before we hit the sack.
And oh. The tickets I mentioned about earlier was actually
for a pair of tickets we bought circa a month ago when we found out that Sting
was performing live in Bangkok on 12.12.12. Even though Silver Bullet thought I
should go without him, I figured, it would be impossible for me to enjoy myself
knowing that my other half was suffering in misery at home, sick as a dog. We
both were quite bummed, and looking at how miserable Silver Bullet was, we
had to give the concert a miss (with much regret). At least we managed to get
the tickets sold, and that we someone else was enjoying the musical genius on
our behalf.
On our part, we could only hope that there will be another
time, and another place to watch Sting live
As it turned out, 12.12.12 was more eventful as than I could ever anticipated it to be.
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