Home Sick

This week I have had the great fortune to receive A LOT of packages.  However, I am now homesick.  Not longing for my homeland…SICK OF BEING IN MY HOUSE!!!!  From Tuesday through Thursday afternoon at 3:00pm, I was a prisoner in my own home.  Slobbing around in my pajamas being afraid to take a bath for fear of a knock on the door (I did bathe each day, mind, I wasn’t a totally disgusting person).  It was just me, Little Miss, the animals and endless Cbeebies on the telly.  Did you know that Cbeebies repeats their morning lineup after Noon as well?  I know.  Firsthand knowledge.  Little Miss doesn’t seem to notice but exactly the same episodes of kiddie telly is a bit mind numbing.  I became desperate for Twitter Messages and Emails as I felt like that was my only foothold on sanity.  Those delivery people have such control!  And I do believe they know it!

Monday my TrulyMadlyBaby starter kit arrived which was a surprise- wasn’t expecting that one but was very excited to get it.  I’m officially a TrulyMadlyBaby/TrulyMadlyKid consultant.  Whoop Whoop!  That was the extent of my deliveries for Monday and Little Miss and I managed to get out and do a grocery shop and get fresh air.  Tuesday began the waiting game.  I was supposed to get 2 pushchairs on Tuesday…I’m reviewing them for MadeForMums website and was really anticipating their arrival as one of the two is a brand new pushchair on the market.  I waited and waited.  Every time I heard what sounded like a delivery truck, I checked.  Nothin’!  I couldn’t even go out for a walk with Little Miss as I knew that as soon as I left the house, the delivery truck would turn up.  Tuesday came and went and no pushchairs.  An email to the PR contact ended up with me being told that they would arrive on Wednesday but there was no time estimate.  I wasn’t too concerned as it had just been one day wasted.

Wednesday came with joyous anticipation…they were coming today!  The postman came with a package as well…it was going to be a good day!  Tick, tock, tick, tock…the bloomin’ pushchairs did not arrive until 4:00pm!!!  4:00…another day down the drain…I was beginning to feel very claustrophobic.  But, the pushchairs arrived and let me tell you, this new one I’m reviewing…ooh…very interesting.  I’ll review it soon for Café Bébé as well.  My hubby had to work late on Wednesday night so I was decidedly twitchy by the time he go home…I hadn’t seen another adult for days (other than delivery people and they don’t stay very long!) and Little Miss, though delightful, doesn’t keep up her end of the conversation so well.

Thursday came with less joyous anticipation as I had one more delivery to wait for but I was sure that it would arrive in the morning.  Do you think it arrived in the morning?  NO!!!  It didn’t arrive until 2:00pm.  But the back of that delivery driver signaled FREEDOM!  I packed Little Miss in the car and drove…didn’t really care where but we were out!  I had begun to get a bit emotional being stuck in the house.  I started to question my ability as a mother.  I had a crisis of confidence for my website.  I was a woman on the edge…slightly twitchy, slightly paranoid.  All because I was at the mercy of delivery people who kept me prisoner in my own home!

I know what you’re thinking.  You’re saying, “Silly Woman…just have a neighbour collect in your packages!”  Yes, I hear you!  But you see, almost every one of my neighbours is elderly.  And the packages that were coming were BIG and HEAVY.  I didn’t want my packages burdening their hallways or bones.  I don’t like to impose.  If my deliveries keep up, however, I may have to come up with a different plan.  Either that or I may finally be pushed to the brink.  You’ll find me on my living room floor, singing along to Cbeebies with Little Miss patting my head and saying “Momma”.  Please remind me to just GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!