I have Extra Shenanigans today. (sparkles manifest with the announcement)
Because just as I was settling to bed, there's an urgent phone call from MeMum. Her power's out and she's hyper-panicking about it. She needs the number for a specific electrical mob. Which I find and give to her.
Then she says, "If I don't call back, come get me."
That... is a very strange instruction. Normal people would say something like, "I'll call if I need you to come get me." But my family were never normal people. So now I'm officially on call but I have no idea how long the call is going to be.
How long do I wait? I don't know.
And then it started raining.
I was half-asleep and all settled when this started, and to further complicate things, I have a plover nesting in my normal turning circle near the shed. Where the car had to go because it hailed recently.
FUN.
The tactic until that exact minute had been, "back out really really far so I don't run over a plover". And just picturing trying to do that in the dark over a quaggy backyard, when I'm already tired, and then hauling my arse to the other side of Brisbane on greasy roads full of maniacs... who may or may not be drunk.
Not filled with confidence.
Mum's landline was occupied so I called her mobile and got a Level 20 Panic Assumption - that someone she was on hold queue with magically knew her mobile number and was calling her. Which resulted in a shouted set of details that I already knew. She was in Not Listening Mode, which is always a joy to encounter. Not. Eventually asked about the situation I was facing and got Madam Gloom reading her soliloquy about how she's doomed to deal with every single crisis on her own.
Cue my personal anxiety. Not great for sleep. So I did some ringing around and tactical palaver with Beloved [Who had left her phone behind. Thank Grop that Adorable is literally attached to her phone] and we came up with A Plan.
Which we didn't need because Mum realised she didn't actually need immediate evacuation and could (probably) survive the night. I had to yell at her for the "if I survive" bit she pulled because my anxiety just fucking loves to play games with me given those cues.
So yeah. Shit's fucked and I might not be able to do any of my expected activities today. AND I don't know if Mayhem's due to work today. Huzzah.