What actually happened on Sunday

There’s a lot that I left out of my Father’s Day blog post.

Here are some of the less rosy bits.

We hit the road at 7.30am to have morning tea with my mum at my sister’s place before visiting my dad.

But my mum had hurt her back and was struggling to get out of bed.

So we ordered the Chinese takeaway online for our lunch and DD and the youngest went to Target for a spot of shopping before picking it up. And my sister and I headed to the nursing home early.

As we were sitting beside my dad, messages started flooding in from the youngest.

The restaurant had no record of our order.

My sister had placed the order through the DoorDash link on the restaurant’s Facebook page.

We sent screenshots to prove we’d placed the order and the VISA receipt to prove we’d paid.

The restaurant told the youngest it hadn’t used DoorDash for more than two years.

Uh-oh.

The youngest reordered the food and sent a message about her rising stress levels.

My sister attempted to call the bank and found it surprisingly difficult to get help, despite the deep concern that banks profess to have about scams.

She finally got through to someone who recommended cancelling her card and getting a new one.

Not ideal, as the card is used for most of her automatic payments.

Soooooo much work involved in switching them over!

DD and the youngest finally arrived at the nursing home with our succulent Chinese meal.

My dad grouchily asked who’d handed out all the invitations to his room.

Happy Father’s Day.

At 2pm we drove back to Sydney to see Russell Morris in concert and cut it so fine that there wasn’t time to stop at my apartment to let the dogs out for a wee.

So the evening ended with me mopping up a smelly lake on the living room floor.

And my dinner was a half-eaten stuffed zucchini flower from the previous night, left behind in the fridge by the youngest.

Go me.

Mind you, my sister had it worse.

First there was the DoorDash stress.

Then my dad had a turn after dinner. He demanded to go home and the staff couldn’t calm him down.

My sister called me mid-Russell to let me know. I saw her name come up on my phone in the darkness and texted back to say I couldn’t talk due to being mid-Russell.

I asked if everything was OK.

Everything was not OK.

She was heading up to the nursing home to help the staff with Dad.

She arrived to find him finally asleep and his room in darkness. So she went home to tend to her dog Sooty, who had nine teeth removed and eye surgery on Friday.

He is very miserable wearing a cone.

Fortunately he doesn’t need all his teeth because he’s a schnauzer and schnauzers inhale their food rather than chewing it.

So, it was a pretty exhausting weekend for everyone.

I need another weekend to recover from it. But it’s only Tuesday.

And all I keep thinking is how many summers do we have left? And how do we make sure each one is absolutely bloody awesome?

Song of the day: Powderfinger “These days”