Hell week

They say that when it rains, it pours...and that was certainly the case during what I shall now refer to as "Hell Week". Ten straight days of back-to-back disasters.

In the second week of my new job, my folks were in Durban and Wren-Lee was with my mom-in-law. On the Wednesday, she hurt her back and Trevor had to rush off to go and pick Wren up and take her back to work with him. That night were were supposed to attend the Linkin Park concert and Wren was meant to sleepover at my in-laws. After loads of phone calls and going back and forth on babysitters, I reluctantly decided to skip the concert. I sat on the couch that night sobbing because Linkin Park is my favourite band and my dream to see them perform live went up in smoke. I still haven't had the courage to look at the tickets again and it's been weeks since this incident.

Aside from the concert being a bust, we had a bigger problem: Who was going to look after Wren-Lee the next day? Trevor was flying to Durban at 6am and I absolutely had to be at work. Everyone we could think of was at work and we weren't prepared to leave her with someone she wasn't entirely familiar with. It was a complete miracle when our friends, Clint and Tanya Morris, called and said they'd rearranged their day to help us and take care of Wren. Nothing comes close to the relief we felt and the extreme gratitude to our friends who went above and beyond for us.

Wren was fine the next day and thoroughly enjoyed her time with Clint, Tanya and Chloe. That night, she accompanied me to a dinner with my new colleagues and charmed everyone. Everything was fine until the next morning. While I was busy getting ready, I put her on my bed with pillows to protect her. One second she was facing away from me and was right up against the pillow and I literally turned my back and then heard the thud. My heart stopped beating and I knew I would find her on the floor. Thankfully, she was perfectly fine, not a bump, bruise or scratch on her but that was the last time she was left on the bed unattended.

At this point I thought things could definitely not get worse...and then it did. I went to a shopping centre to pick up some goodies en route to a friend's house. Wren fell asleep in the store and I put her pram in the car's boot and then put her into the car. The car key was in my way and I through it into a cup holder. When I closed the car door, there was a click and the car locked itself with the key inside. Panic ensued. Thanks to some very helpful guys, it took 40 mins and a broken window but we managed to get the car unlocked. Wren slept through the entire ordeal. Trevor had to rush from the airport and found me in a bit of shock. The reality of what happened only hit me after the fact and I was quite emotional for the rest of the day.  My friends, sweethearts that they are, were on hand to medicate the situation with a healthy dose of vodka and cranberry. It worked well!

The crowning moment of the week came just a few days later. I pulled into my in-laws driveway to pick Wren-Lee up and my clutch broke. It was divine intervention that it happened there instead of on the freeway or, worse yet, when Wren was in the car with me. After quite a mission to get the car towed the next morning and trying to figure out how to get to work, I got the news that my entire clutch system needed to be replaced to the tune of a few thousand rand. By the end of that week, I was emotionally and financially depleted.

Looking back on it now, I can laugh at the comedy of disasters the week was. I'm thankful, however, that Wren was spared any harm or difficulty because she came a little too close there.