IT'S been one of those weeks.
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You know the kind. Where anything and everything that could go wrong does.
Murphy’s Law and all that.
And it’s true when they say bad luck comes in threes.
Although I admit I could have prevented my first misfortune, it still makes me wonder if there’s someone up there punishing me for something.
I mean, I’ve apologised to my sister for torturing her as a kid and my parents for all the times I almost sent them to an early grave.
What more does the universe want from me?
Anyhoo, my week started off busy. As always.
Because I was running late to work because my children were running late to school, I decided to park right outside work.
Which I never do anymore. Because I kept getting parking tickets.
And eventually I learned my lesson.
But this time I set my reminder for two hours’ time, so I could move my car accordingly.
Within five minutes of walking into the office, one of my helpful colleagues announced to everyone the parking man was marking tyres.
Right, ‘I should be okay’ I assured myself, considering I had an alarm to remind me at 11 am.
Well, 11 came and went before the same colleague rushed out to alert us Mr Parking Man was on the war path.
But my alarm hadn’t gone off?
Turns out I had mistakenly set it for 11 pm, not 11 am.
I sprinted out of the office to find a familiar slip of paper on my windscreen.
“Hello old friend,” I sniggered as I immediately paid the $80 fine online so as not to endure another $40 late fee when I again forget to pay by the due date.
A great start to the week.
A few days later, I managed to lose – or rather Ayla misplaced - my house keys, so I was using the spare set, which usually remain in a special hiding spot.
But Ayla had used them to get into the house after school the day before.
And didn’t put them back.
Which led to the girls being locked out of the house when they got home from school that afternoon.
Certain I had at least left the toilet window open, I asked the girls’ second Mum Amanda for a favour.
I needed her nine-year-old daughter.
Small, slim, dare-devil Loghan who we could shoot through the toilet window and save us all from any outside intervention.
I grabbed work’s step ladder and raced home to find every window in the house closed.
Why of all days did I decide to be extra cautious that day?
We tried all sorts of ways of breaking in, with the exception of smashing a window (which was Ayla’s initial idea).
Admitting defeat, I called the locksmiths and another $110 vanished from my bank account.
Now I was starting to feel a little paranoid.
With my bank balance diminishing by the day, I figured I’d save some money by cycling instead of driving.
So that night, I headed to Little Shop of Horrors rehearsals on my trusty bike.
But fate had other ideas.
Echuca is notorious for its giant tyre-trashing bindis and that night, my bicycle became their latest victim.
That’ll teach me for trying to be healthy and thrifty.
Because that little bike ride cost me $35.
And that was number three. No more bad luck right?
While that might be the superstition, I’m being super vigilant about not walking under any ladders, coming across black cats or breaking any mirrors.
Because you can’t be too careful.
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