Some days just don't go according to plan.
Well, the title says it all really.
I woke up at 6.30 this morning, popped downstairs to put the finishing touches to OH's packed lunch, then wandered back into the bedroom to perform the simple task of throwing on some tatty clothes to do the housework.
The clothes were in the closet, so I am not entirely sure how I managed to end up back in the bed...and waking up for the second time at 11.15 am!
So my morning has not got off to a good start and I am not in the best of moods for facing the rest of the day. That is the trouble with being a perfectionist, I now think, 'well what is the point doing anything at all with today?', which is, of course, ridiculous.
Last night was strange...I was making gravy and I managed to spill an entire measuring jug of freshly boiled water over my hand. I got it under the cold tap pronto and left it under for 10 minutes, but a while into it I noticed it really didn't feel hot to the touch and it didn't really hurt at all. I would have expected blisters, as the water really had just come out of the kettle.
It started to throb a little later, and this morning it is red, but there is very little pain.
So I am extremely thankful for that! Not least because I got to eat a roast chicken dinner and watch a movie instead of going to the hospital and waiting for five hours.
The chicken dinner was wonderful and only the start of a week of delicious food, now we have been shopping. OH and I are so grateful to have good food in the house.
For me, it ends 10 days of being at the culinary mercy of my best friend (while I have moved on from our college habit of chocolate for breakfast, she has not), and for my hubby, it ends 10 days of having to fend for himself.
Ok, so I didn't really leave him to fend entirely for himself, because if I had he would have eaten only chips and tuna for two weeks. In fact, like the Stepford Wife I am (*snorts*), I cooked him loads of meals in advance and froze them. With a list of what went with what on the fridge door (OK, OK, so that was going a little far. As was weighing out his portions of oatmeal, but that is another story).
Anyway, at one point I had about four dinners cooking at once, it was like a Pillsbury cook-off. Only a really cr@ppy Pillsbury cook-off where the main ingredients are lentils and veg, instead of chocolate chips and caramel.
Still, OH seemed grateful.
For me, having a fully stocked fridge again also symbolises being Back Home. After a hectic time away, I can get back to my old routines, of housework, eating, exercising and...oh...work.
Darn it. Better go get started then.
Lots of love, Rach xxx