“Hey honey, can you get the crockpot down from the top cupboard please?”
“Crack pot? What the heck is that?”
“CROCK POT, NOT CRACK POT”
“Ummm, ok, but I still don’t know what the heck you’re talking about…”
“Sheesh, ok sorry, I mean SLOW COOKER”
Oh here we go again…I have been bouncing around playing FROZEN and totally ignoring Mama and this blog! So let me recap the past few weeks.
First of all, my husband came home a week ago. Weirdly, they didn’t change his sign-off date and everything actually went according to plan, which of course made us very suspiscious…
His very first weekend home, I was occupied with setting up a photo-shoot and playing Anna at the American Women’s Christmas Bazaar. Still a bit jet-lagged, my husband helped drive me everywhere, load and unload the car and set-up! What a rock he is! And…my photo even got in the local newspaper again 🙂 I’m starting to feel like a celebrity 😉 heehee
The Bazaar was a success, although it would have been nice to have earned more money for the charity, I think we did ok considering that we are in a recession and it was raining and alert 1 again for more flooding.
Fast-forward to Monday and it was time to put my feet up and relax with the new Hunger Games film. And that is when everything started to spin out of control.
Yep, that’s right. My husband’s employer called and asked him to return to the ship. We missed the first call since we were in the cinema and then when he called back we got wobbly information with very little details and a promise to call us back that never happened. A sleepless night with all our Christmas plans crashing into the sea.
The next day I found it difficult to concentrate on anything else wondering if I was going to either spend the holidays alone or suddenly pack everything up and fly overseas. What will I do with Coco? Mama is flying to New York for the holidays! Rattled and stressed, I was late for work when I ran into the bedroom to put on my shoes and WHAM! I slammed my foot into the corner of our enormous wardrobe. OUCH!
I managed to hobble my way to the bus and my sweet little students (2 eleven year old boys) offered ice for my foot. The pain was getting worse and by the time I got to my next lesson I was seeing stars 😦
I managed to get through the night but the next day my foot was worse. I went to the hospital and had it x-rayed. Thankfully, it isn’t broken but I have been given a ten-day get out of jail (school) for free card and told to stay off it by a really cute doctor. Oh, and some fancy pills that are making me very very happy, heehee. So when my husband called my crock pot a crack pot I think wine may have come out of my nose. Oh, you aren’t supposed to drink wine while on painkillers? Who knew!
My husband leaves Monday and the rest of my plans for the holidays are kinda like my foot, up in the air without a clue what’s going to happen next.
Anyone want to babysit an adorably cute, clingy, spoilt kitty over the holidays? 🙂