Never having time to do MY work, as I am always picking up the pieces of my disastrous life. If I say, easily confused 88 year old grandmother going missing at 8 o clock at night, involving 9 police cars, 12 police officers, a police helicopter with heat seeking camera, 4 police dogs, and a frog team on standby, you get the idea. If I add 2 people even oblivious to her existence hours earlier also being involved (the woman who lives in her old house and a man who found her keys), in-laws to babysit whilst we went armed with a torch, two photos of her, a hat and a travel thermos, all the while thinking muddy riverbank and corpses, you can see why it was a bit crappy. Although I did get my kitchen cleaned by my mother in law - I think if I pull that one again she may cotton on. Even M-i-L had arrived with a toothbrush, pillow and spare undies (we are both librarian people... practical in a crisis).
To add insult to injury, my Grandmother was sat in the common room of her sheltered housing the whole time, snoozing in a chair in the dark, 'cos she is too eccentric and daft to turn the lights on. She was awoken by the aformentioned helicopter at 100ft above, and looked out the window towards her flat wondering who all these people were inside. When a young policewoman pointed to the wild looking white haired old woman hopping up and down outside the window and said 'is that her?' I thought my Mother's head would implode. When she asked 'what's all this fuss about' and a policeman said 'well, actually it's about you' she replied with 'well I know I'm very important!' My Mother's first words to her were 'where the fudging hailstones (ish) have you been even the policeman retorted, 'well, I wouldn't have put it quite like that.' Grandmother then decided to offer everyone tea and biscuits (yes, my 'merican brethren, how very English) and told the man who had found her keys she had had 'a rollocking (ish!) from the police already, thank you very much'. All that for a 150 yard walk to the grass verge to let the dog have a pee.
And don't even get me started on my son having to be removed from his class in a mid Aspie meltdown, where the teacher then fell over and hurt her arm...
...... deep sigh, and relax.