So that's all well and good. Then when Mum and my daughter, five, had a fight because my daughter is super hard work and it was just one of her moody days, Mum finally admitted it: "You were never like that."
I KNEW IT! She IS hard work. I feel like I've always known this and, in fact, have made no secret of the fact. Just last week I shared that we saw a professional about it.
We make jokes about karma and how I'm getting what I gave when I was a kid myself but it has been revealed: life is much harder for me and I deserve everyone's sympathy.
I digress, however. With Mum in town my husband and I decided to take the rare chance to go out for dinner. Despite my kid being obnoxious, my Mum somehow still loves me enough to take the hit and babysit.
I booked my favourite restaurant, Harbourside, online as I have previously, and, because I am pregnant with baby brain in full force, making mistakes every few minutes at the moment, I was careful to double, then triple, then quadruple check the day, date, time and year.
I received a booking confirmation. Yet when we got to the restaurant, there was no booking – or any space - for us on a busy Saturday night.
I knew it would have been me who made the mistake. I just couldn't figure out how, after all my checking, I had still screwed up.
As we made our way to the car I checked the booking. I had booked Harbourside in Auckland, not Tauranga. I checked the day, date, month, year and time repeatedly but failed to check the location. Nice one.
Not only did I miss a rare chance to eat at my favourite place, I was a rude "no-show" somewhere else. I tried to ring them but couldn't get through or leave a message.
We ended up having an awesome dinner at my other favourite place, Macau, where I celebrated constantly screwing everything up with amazing Asian-fusion and the best ginger, lime and mint mocktail ever.
I might not be able to get through a day without making a mistake but by crikey can I eat.
At least I can do something well.
