Despite the Husbandly Insanity, the Universe must Love me

[callistra]

*hugs her universe*

I was hoping to go shopping today for one last peice of furniture for the baby room - a decent sturdy change table. Unfortunately, today went to pot. It was a "not-coping" day. I asked John to let me sleep in cos I thought my muscles might appreciate it, but then got up at 11:30. I felt ... ok... sort of. And then I dscover that the people coming to fix the nursery window (broken during prep for my birthday during summer) would be here between 12 and 4! Eeek! Plus the people to fix my car windscreen (broken in April driving back from Donnybrook) would be here between 2 and 4! DOUBLE EEP! So I'm sitting there looking vague at 11:55 trying to figure what I'm going to make John for lunch, when the phone rings - the car guy wants to come NOW, in 5 or ten minutes, and is that OK?? I'm like.. yeah, sure, no problems, quickly throw on some clothes and it's all done by 12:30! Wooo! Notice that so far, I'm coping?

Then, lunch for Chesh and me. I decide on egg and bacon pie. I start defrosting bacon. I start defrosting shortcrust pastry. I discover the bacon was nuked and not defrosted, and that the 3/4 of a packet left consisted of TWO fat rashers and a skinny one. I was impressed. Pastry is now defrosted. I have a hissy fit cos I can't pull down a chopping board from the roof hooks. I try and start the oven. It just flashes rudely at me since we haven't reset the time since the powercut yesterday. i have a hissy fit cos I can't find the Housebook which has instructions in it, and randomly pressing buttons just doesn't work. The bacon GUSHES onto the cupboard, soaking the chopping board in salt water. I find the Housebook and start the oven. I read a recipe which I'm mutating as I go. I try and get down the non-stick frypan. This involves *another* hissy fit because the hole in the handle is about half a centimetre too far away from the end of the handle, which means John, due to his extra height, could get the angle to put it up there. Me, due to my lack of those 4 inches, can NOT get the angle to get it off. I manage it anyway, just glad now that I didn't wrench the damn thing out (it also had three other chopping boards and some other stuff on the same hook).

Ok. Where are we. I'm frying the three peices of bacon. I chop up some spring onions in the swamp that is the cupboard. The kitchen is a total mess because I haven't been up to cleaning it and Chesh hasn't really had a chance to clean it up either. I go to put the pastry into the cake tin. It's rusty. I peer at it uncertainly for a while. It's wha? Rusty. Ok. I can deal with this. :-) Dealt with. I think the worst of the day is over now, thank goodness. :-) Chesh came home for lunch, and was on the phone the whole time. He gets off the phone, and I'm on the phone to Matt who is scaring all my friends with kilos and kilos and kilos and kilos of meat. I have instructed him to make sure my T Bones are "cut real thick!" Yum. Anyway, and then Chesh runs back to work. I cried on him a bit first though, you know, to make him feel needed. Not cos I needed to cry or anything. :-) I also cried earlier in the morning over the Mukhtar Mai thing. And Ginmar was posting happy stories for a change, which also kind of made me cry.

Anyway, nice man came, fixed window in nursery, all very quick, and all very completed. Yay. Despite attempts not to sleep, gave in and had a lie down at 4. Woke at six feeling icky. As I do. :-) And pottering around on the internet tonight, some one has sent an email to the freecycle perth list offering a sturdy change table with a shelf and a drawer. That's exactly what I was imaging for the nursery. Perfect. And I was the first one to reply, too. We've been chatting about it ever since.

*hugs her universe*

Love you Universe!!

Comments

[mynxii.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

Glad the universe loves you :)

*basks in the love with you*

loves me too this week :)

[callistra.livejournal.com]

It's a lovely, warm feeling.
*basks*

When we next organize a group going away, we need to make sure there is a spa big enough to take every one, and then we can all bask.
:-)

[mynxii.livejournal.com]

mmmmm i like this plan ^_^

*purrrssss*

[caitlen.livejournal.com]

Honey, it's that kind of day

*heaps of sympathy hugs*

*MASSES of LOVE*

[caitlen.livejournal.com]

But heyheyhey - the universe loves you!!!!

[callistra.livejournal.com]

I figured that it was the kitchen that was the problem - a black vortex of PAIN i tell you, of PAIN!!!

:-)

But all good now. Thanks for the LOVE! I wish upon you much HP goodness...
:-)

[radiumlabs.livejournal.com]

Maybe you need like a little raised platform you can stand on so you can reach everything. Or a big bat to beat everything into submission, or along those lines maybe a hunky sub to do everything for you. "Boy peel me another grape".