Today has been a big day. The Boyfriend flew out of the country on a his Big Working Adventure (“BWA”) first thing this morning, looking as dashing as ever. Trying hard to contain my please-don’t-go pouty face, I watched him head out on his BWA and sent tonne of positive I’m. So. Proud. Of. You! vibes his way.
And then napped a bit before prepping for a day in the office. One word; pantyhose.
Today was a big day before it even started. And it was raining. Nay, pouring.
Getting soaked on the way to the office because it was too windy to use an umbrella – sucked.
Coming home to a busted pipe, landslip over our access-way and water flooding into our property (hillside, to aide the flooding) in the dark – sucked.
Realising I’d be sleeping alone tonight – sucked even more.
If it wasn’t clear enough already, I don’t always handle stress well. At work, I can compartmentalise and stress makes me more efficient. At home, everything tends to fall apart. So I run. And I love it.
But it’s raining. Pouring! Making it difficult to, you know, RUN.
So what could be better than a call from Mum? Perfectly timed and oh-so comforting, I couldn’t have asked for better.
Except maybe Miranda Kerr’s butt (link contains nudity and not safe for work)