I did not want to go into work this morning. It wasn't just the normal Monday morning blues. Those who know me on Facebook will have seen that I had an atrocious day on Friday and came home seriously considering leaving. Without boring you, let's just say that a 26 column, 12 worksheet sized excel spreadsheet was involved, along with three mail merge letters. I came home from work so wound up, and as I came in the kitchen my husband casually said 'how was your day?' Which prompted me to start having a 'bit' of a rant which turned into tears of frustration and there was an obvious moment when I could see from his face that he realised this wasn't a normal reply that he could get away with not listening to properly, and that he needed to pay attention as clearly the words 'what do you think I should do?' were about to be said. If I was built with a 'rewind' button, he would certainly have been skipping back a bit so he could see exactly where the conversation all started to go downhill!
Anyway I calmed down, moaned about it a lot, made a status update on Facebook and was so touched by the words of support I was sent online. My sister was so moved by people's comments she rang me up to say what a lovely bunch of friends I have! But I still wasn't keen to return this morning, thank goodness I had a nice lunch with friends to look forward to when I finished my half day.
Me on Monday - a flat iron steak in a baguette with caramelised onions, two good friends to help put the world to rights, lots of laughs and gossip. A perfect antidote to the horrendous Friday.
The weekend went by in a flash.
Saturday was spent baking and sewing, followed by an Indian take-away with a group of friends. Very good therapy for the technically stressed.
Sunday was a 'having Grandma over for lunch' day. My mother in law is
a little very hard of hearing but is adamant she can hear a pin drop (she must have some particularly heavy, noisy pins) and refuses to wear her hearing aid. Anyone walking by the house must think we spent our afternoon shouting at her! Sometimes she tries to second guess what we are going to say which leads to some rather interesting conversations where we are talking at total cross purposes. Oh the joys of being 88. Our daughter went to a dog show at the Excel centre in London and came home with all manner of treats for Coco. Including a rather smart bow. It was supposed to be her Christmas outfit but she couldn't wait to try it on for size.
Giving a big wave to Sian who had the idea of Me on Monday.