Burgers, chips and a shit load of sauce.
It’s funny what can make your day. Whoever said, ‘it’s the little things’ hit the nail on to the head. My day started with a morning of stress. Overflowing porridge, only to be joined with a pretty empty looking jar of jam, to then be followed by a leaking, broken vape. (I mean damn it, I’m trying to give up smoking, why give me more of a reason to need to turn towards nicotine?!)
Whilst driving to work, mid rush hour and on the verge of ripping off my steering wheel and REALLY needing a cigarette I was cut up by a rather poncy looking Vauxhall Corsa. I know what you’re thinking, Vauxhall Corsa, poncy? When you’re driving a tin can on wheels; a mountain bike is pretty poncy. Anyway, around 20 minutes later, I took a few deep breaths and walked into the classroom and was met by a tense atmosphere,which could be cut multiple times with a knife.
So on and so forth, some people came in to class, asked some questions and skulked off. The day proceeded to be full of crying children, stroppy attitudes. boundary pushing, a real need for a smoke, wet weather, political conversations (yes, still), over thinking,a rubbish lunch, panicking, etc, etc.
When 3 o’ clock came around, I was sure that if the ground swallowed me up right then,as I sat in my tin can, resembling a soggy piece of ham with hair, I would feel a bit better.
But, 3:40pm my vape was fixed.
4:25 I walked into a warm house
4:26 I was given a cuddle by both fiance and puppy
5:00 I was humming along to some really awful love ballad on Smooth FM
6:30 I was relaxed around the table with my younger sister and fiance eating burgers, chips and a shit load of sauce
8:00 I will be watching some rubbish television
8:30 I will return to the fridge to fulfil my sweet tooth
9:00 Back to the fridge I go
10:00 Ready for bed, hot water bottle, chatting, duvet, book, sleep.
I know by 10:01, I will be 100% thankful the ground didn’t swallow me up at 3:00pm. All because of the little things.
What are your little things?