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)