Is it Friday the 13th today?

Today has been one of the worst days of my life. It started nicely, getting Isabelle ready for her second day at her new pre-school. Her first day was yesterday, but I stayed for the whole 3 hours, so it didn't count. This morning I explained to her, that I would not be staying with her, the other children didn't have their parents there either, and she happily agreed. Once we got there, it was a different story and I could see tears coming into her eyes, but luckily her new teacher knew what to do and got her involved into some activities straight away and I just left. As I was leaving the teacher looked at me and said:"She will be OK, don't worry!" I was leaving with my sunglasses on, and was crying... and crying, had so sit in my car for a bit and try to calm down. This is not the first time I had to go through this. When she started going to a private nursery at the age of two, it took us almost 2 months to stop her crying every morning. But we did it. This time she wasn't crying and I was. She is a big girl now, and I know that. I also know she will be OK and the teachers are lovely, but what can I say, the tears just get into my eyes as I am writing this....

To keep my mind off this I hoovered downstairs, upstairs, put the washing on and decided to go for my lovely morning run. I took my house keys off the car key's ring and off I went for a nice jog. When I got back I cooked some chicken soup for my darling and couldn't wait to pick her up. I had completely forgotten to put the house keys back on the car key's ring...I think you know what I'm going to say... I drove to pick her up. As I was standing in a queue with the other parents waiting for our loved one, I looked at the keys and almost fainted... I managed to lock myself out of our house!!! I waited for all the parents to leave and then went to see Isabelle's new teacher. She thought I just wanted to have a little chat about Isabelle. As she started telling me she was fantastic and was showing me all the paintings and drawings she did, I bursted into tears... I explained to her what happened and she started laughing. She told me I wasn't the first one. I had no phone, no money, no keys... She sat me down, brought me a cup of coffee. Isabelle was looking at me the whole time, and almost started crying as well. Then we found my husband's number in her folder and called him. (Yes, the only number I remember is mine). I left a message on his answering machine and was waiting for him to call me back. Isabelle was happily playing some games on a computer and I was chatting to the teachers. Ten minutes later the phone rang...YEAH, it was my husband. As he commutes to London on his bike, we had to wait for an hour and a half, but at least he wasn't too busy and had no important meetings this afternoon. I have no idea what we would do, if he couldn't come. It's hard when you have no family around, and all my friends had plans this afternoon, so I couldn't even turn up at their doorsteps.

You would think that this would be enough for a bad day, but just a few minutes ago I was having lunch with Isabelle and my husband. Then I felt like some coffee, to finally relax after all the things that have happened. As I was putting a glass coffee jar back on a shelf, I turned around and didn't put it there properly and it fell. We have glass tiles on the kitchen floor, so you can just imagine that it broke into thousands little pieces. I just stood there and started crying again. My husband came to me, hugged me and told me to sit down. He cleaned the whole kitchen and made me another cup of coffee. Days like this remind me so much how lucky I am to have him.

My question is:"What's coming next?"