Anger, frustration and dissapointment#
Those words pretty much describe my feelings right now.
I won’t make it to the second 200 of the year, because… reasons.
We have had a couple of rough weeks at home. Everybody got sick, secuentially.
Last week it was my younger daughter, who developed a very ugly coughing, with lots of phlegm and mucus, which meant slepless nights followed by horrible days at home without school.
This week it was my elder daughter, who catched some variety of the Flu. Overall pain, high fever, sleepless nights again.
Yesterday I was so exhausted that I had to put myself to bed and get some rest, as my body started to complain so hard, I thought I also had catched the Flu.
“There it goes the Brevet next saturday” - I thought.
But no, all I needed was some good rest/recovery time.
This morning I woke up feeling much better.
“Great! It seems I’ll be able to be there on saturday!” - I thought.
Wrong again.
My elder daughter still woke up with high fever today (4th day) and it seems my mother got some kind of the same thing too. There it goes all my planning (the girls were going to stay with the grandpas while I was away).
That was the last punch that brought my little cards castle down.
I should be prepared for this. This same thing happens every single year. Brevet weekend? let’s see who gets sick, who needs to be where, who wants to do what. There is always something. And even when there is nothing blocker, there is always some complain about me going away for some time.
And I’m angry, frustrated and dissapointed.
And tired, really tired.
And, sure, I know I should simply accept it and move on. Maybe start thinking on the next Brevet or think about going for some smaller ride this weekend, anything that could help bringing me out of this hole where I’m right now.
But doing so is so g*****, f***** hard.