It's all smoke and mirrors.

I am on my way to a really exciting media launch, and I am a bit nervous, waiting for my flight to board right now. I keep thinking: I'm going to meet with all these people, answer questions, all seemingly seamless.

This morning, I ignored my alarm when it urged me to get up early, be organized and offered me loads of time to prepare and get ready. I realized I hadn't charged my phone, and when I tried to rectify, it became clear that there was no electricity at home. After loads of rude phone calls to my landlord, he reminded me that a pre-paid meter had recently been installed. Right.

I mumbled instructions to Graeme and practically leaped in to the shower. I got out, expecting the power to be back on. Instead, I found Graeme in the kitchen, a baby on his hip, a toddler whining at his feet for cereal, batteries, a screwdriver and the meter all over the counter. No electricity.

The dress I'd picked out needed to be ironed, I needed tea, and I really, really needed to dry and straighten my naturally frizzy, bushy, curly hair. Instead I could just stand there, in a towel, staring at disaster.

After loads of online banking, more calls to landlord, trips to Spar and after purchasing THREE electricity tokens, we could not load the damn thing. Noah was by now frantic over the cereal issue, and G and I were full-on swearing at each other.

Long story short, I googled the issue and it said "If you get the 30 error code, please remove all interfering devices, phones and television" WHATEVER Google, there isn't a phone in sight. More swearing. Hair fast drying and frizzing. Eventually I realized that I was standing right next to the meter, with my iPad, like an idiot. I stepped two meters away and the stupid thing loaded. Enter MAD rush to get ready and make my flight. Running around in my underwear, nanny arriving and looking very confused. Noah by now inconsolable.

I've left the cereal issue to Miriam, as I realized that there is no milk at home right now, and Noah is going to lose his s@$ t when she tells him that. In a big way. It's toast for you this morning boy, and frankly, there are kids out there with bigger problems.

So here I am, at the airport, looking all awesome and organized. Apparently I'm a parenting expert. Yes well.

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