When I’m nervous, I twitter

• By Alison
• 13 November, 2009
• 2 Comments

Today was a day to get things done. The to-do list was almost a flow chart, and and an overflowing one at that. There were two main categories into which all others fell.

The first one was “Pack bag for hospital”.

The second, however was far more important. And that was “Clean house to Mother-in-law standard”.

As you can imagine, with such a vastly important pair of activities already listed, there should be no room for anything else on the agenda.

That’s why I spent most of the day mucking about in nervous apprehension of what tomorrow brings, and doing nothing from the aforementioned list.

What I did today…

I spent a good hour being totally stoked that marymac spoke to me, and then participating in mutual blogsturbation. I visited her blog so many times during the day that Safari added it to my top sites list in the remaining free spot. I like to allow my browser to have one chance at free will, and it really came up trumps.

I tweeted more today than I have EVER in my life. And I suspect that I may tweet even more during tomorrow, while I sit and wait for the operation to happen. 

I ate more licorice than is good for one person’s digestive system.

I played with the cat.

I polished my flute (if I was a guy, that would sound really rude).

I polished my piccolo

I tried to find a neat little bag to keep my music stand in.

I polished the cat.

I scanned in a cartoon.

I added a new photoblog post.

I uploaded 10 photos to Flickr.

I facedbooked.

I twittered some more.

I did some serious client work (1 hour) and sent the files off. That’s a good thing. Unfortunately, I didn’t finish the invoice I need to send them.

I folded up all the laundry on the bed (this was a necessary task! Hooray! One tick!)

Eventually I did pack most of my bag, but unfortunately that send me into a slipper dilemma, so I went back and twittered about it. Almost a tick.

I made coffee.

I ate more licorice. Oh my God, that is a horrible combination.

I toasted 7 crumpets and ate 6.

My gallbladder reminded me why that wasn’t a good idea.

I made the beds – theirs and ours. Now I have to sleep in the loft bed. This is the main problem with the inlaws staying. I hate being turfed out of my room. Except that they swore they were going to sleep in the spare room, and that made me even more nervous. The spare room is my office. That’s actually more sacred than the bedroom! I mean, I can do without knickers, but I can’t do with my computer! Another tick!

I put on some washing. Tick!

I put on my bikini and then had to shave various bits. (No ticks, but that’s a good thing, that would be worse than crabs. Not that I’d know.)

I admired my not very flat – but completely devoid of holes – stomach.

I did some VERY important pre-operation preparation – and plucked out all visible navel hairs. Should have been a tick!

I took the girls swimming (this is why I was putting the bikini on, by the way. If you think I just hang around wearing it and gazing on myself, while wearing my purple Boden high heels for kicks, you are SO wrong! I didn’t even HAVE the heels on.)

I checked twitter from the pool. No, not from IN the pool, from beside it.

That is also why – come 7pm, when I’d just got back from swimming with the girls – my house was still a mess, and my mother-in-law was sitting in it.

Shite.

While I fed the girls I managed to turn the kitchen back into a lovely shiny thing, and got the strange smell from the sink under wraps. Tick that.

And lucky for me, she has a bladder of steel, and doesn’t like stairs. So I was able to clean the bathroom and remove the foot long skid marks from the toilet while the girls were brushing their teeth. (Tick.) I know if I’d left that, I’d have got back from the hospital to find my toilet sparkling white. No no no, that will not do. It would only be sparkling white because she’d bleached the hell out of my limescale. I am of the opinion that just because I can’t see it – doesn’t mean it’s now clean.

I will admit to leaving the shower doors for another day. They almost look as if they’ve got a handpainted swirl going on, they are that limescale encrusted. The shower head is currently spouting water to both sides, rather than down onto you. Showering is a leaping about affair. Putting the radio on Galaxy or Gaydar helps the process too.

All that is left now, is to pick out what I want to wear when I go to the hospital tomorrow morning at 7am, and have a good nights sleep. Oh, and the slipper dilemma is still on.

And maybe twitter about that too.