I've had the craziest of weeks. Interstate visitors, heaps of work, lots of things on for the kids, dentists, orthodontists, grand final day 'do' planned for Saturday etc......
By Wednesday I was starting to have a mini meltdown. When life is busy I have to have one day in the middle of it where I completely flip out. Feeling like I'm not coping, not enough time, no one's helping, no one's understanding my situation LOL, you know the day I'm describing right?
Well first thing Wednesday morning my cleaner rings me to cancel. Yes, I know I confess I have a cleaner. I hate cleaning and the busier I get the more I am embracing the concept of "outsourcing" things in my life that I don't enjoy. Her cancelling was just the worst timing. I had a day full of appointments and a workload that would make a grown man cry. And interstate visitors arriving the next day. As the day progressed things continued to go wrong so come afternoon I had to shoot off an email to the Singing Chef lamenting my awful life, the pressure LOL, and telling him that I just didn't have the mental energy to think about his stupid Grand Final Day get-together. I told him he would have to do it.
Now the thing you need to know about The Singing Chef is that he is a "problem solver" like most men. When I am sending an email like that I am just venting, plain and simple. I don't expect him to say or do anything, I just want to bloody whinge. But no, The Singing Chef has to email back telling me to chill out, we'll do this, and that, this food and that food, etc. On and on it went. I know he was just trying to be helpful but well, frankly it doesn't help. Him being sweet and understanding just makes me feel even worse LOL................
So the evening comes and I'm cooking tea (another thing I don't really have time for hehe) and I open the oven and the door falls off. Yep, falls off. I look at The Singing Chef and see the fear in his eyes. He's wondering if this is the final straw and whether he will need to check me into a mental health facility that very night.
But I surprised him and myself. I just laughed. I mean, so what if we've got visitors arriving tomorrow and now I can't cook. I mean so what if we are having a get-together on Saturday and we won't have an oven which we need to make the food. Sooooooo whattttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I chose to laugh because if you don't laugh, well you know the answer. So on Thursday instead of doing the millions and squillions of things I needed to do, I had to go out and buy a new oven and then beg and plead to find someone to install it for me. I was very fortunate to manage to do both very quickly and it's done. The hole in the wall is bigger than the oven so we have an oven floating in the middle of a big hole for our visitors but it's being sorted this week so I will just ignore that little fact.
So again I am reminded that I am blessed, my life is good, sometimes the Singing Chef is right and nice and supportive, I know that I hate it when he is, I know that my friends couldn't care less if there is a big hole in my kitchen and the one thing I definitely know is............
I am going to drink a hell of a lot of champagne today while watching the Grand Final!!!!!!!!!! Somehow life seems so much better through the bubbles LOL.
