That’s what our daughter calls it, with her somewhat unique turn of phrase, when we appear to be doing lots but are actually doing very little. And we are truly fart-arsing around this evening.
Tomorrow we find out if we’re meeting our new CPN – Mrs New Woman, for the time being – this week. Tomorrow we might find out that we’re meeting her tomorrow, which is the level of organisation we expect these days lol. Anyway, she’ll be coming to us, to our house, as will our psych. Possibly tomorrow.
So we’re fart-arsing – putting things away, adjusting things, making sure everything looks nice. Which it did already but it’s a thing we do, double checking the spotlessness and the tidiness and minimising the amount of things to be done tomorrow that might possibly make a teeny bit of mess.
Short notice is never good, but we’re as prepared as we can be. We also really hope it is tomorrow because that means we can have our usual appt with our psych on Friday before she goes on annual leave for two weeks. That and the fact we don’t want to spend Thursday evening fart-arsing about – our daughter is with her dad that night and fart-arsing would be a waste of a night off.
For now tho, we’re fart-arsing – much to our daughter’s alternate amusement and misery. Amusement cos she doesn’t much care what things look like, and misery cos we keep finding things of hers in the wrong place and returning them to her.
So, fingers crossed it’s tomorrow please and fingers crossed psych is right that Mrs New Woman will be a good fit cos there’s nobody else if she isn’t.