Stalk my Monday: The Horror of all Horrors

I am typing this still tired and half asleep... this week has flown by... and I cannot believe it.

The story behind my horrid Stalk my Monday morning goes like this. It started innocently enough.. I was dreading leaving on Monday morning for a work trip to Sydney. I normally do not get to travel at all for work and honestly I really did not want to go. The agenda was so long and I did not want to fly up for the weekend even though I wanted to see my friends. It would mean that I would be away for longer from the boys. And they have swimming classes!!! Anyway, I was a sad sack. My irrational fear of not being able to wake up in time resulted in the worst sleep that night. Pickles also cried and had gone back to sleep on the couch. I woke up.. and I heard a train in the distance. How can there be a train if it's only 4-something in the morning? I had set my alarm for 5am. Rolls over.. oh what 5.40!! I'm suppose to have been in a cab 15minutes ago for the 6.30am flight.

Seriously .. let me tell you, I have never run in and out of a shower so fast and threw bits and pieces together at the same time. The poor cab driver must have had a heart attack from me yelling at him! I ran .. ok I ran in LV flats. Those shoes were not made for running!! The reason for running like a mad woman was I had changed my flight as I was suppose to be in the same car as some executives on the 6.30am. Which also meant that EVERYONE heard my name being paged for not being on the flight. I saw the plane from the window at 6.25am. Flight closed. 2 words you never want to see. The Qantas lady was trying not to laugh at me panting and waving my phone QR Code for check-in at her. I got on the 7am ....

A bed never looked so good

Wood Paneling never looked so GOOD

I was in an all day meeting.. Did I say all day? Yes it was all day in a room with the same people that were speaking a different language. I checked into the luxurious The Darling Hotel at 7pm. I was tempted to just pretend that I was stuck in the hotel bed. It sucked me in. But i embarked on a 4km walk to The Rocks. We went the long way. We shall never discuss this again. It was truly the scenic route. But seriously. LV flats not made for walking either. Mental note to pack sneakers for any other trip that I might have again. At this stage, I am dreaming of that bed. But I get back nearly at 11pm. This is not fun.

Oh hello Rain showerhead

BEST THING EVER

I needed instructions to use the shower. What is this knob? Turns it and get drenched from the rain shower head above. Next time, I need to check out the actual hotel website for these features -> I booked through our corporate site. Imagine my excitement at Molton Brown toiletries and on top of that finding a Nespresso machine in the drawer. Hello! I needed pods anyway. I plonked a silk tea bag in my cup of hot water. Bliss.. meanwhile due to failure in reading the website, I did not know that the blinds were electronically controlled. Actually everything is controlled electronically! Through your trusty remote control for the TV including the wakeup alarm function. I shall stop here as I am starting to sound like a total country bumpkin that never saw the inside of a hotel room.

Checking out with tears in my eyes as I roll down to the office

My big A.Wang did not fit under the seat

Left the office at 3.40pm to catch the flight back - without running this time. It was ... boring.. LOL Where's the adrenaline rush? I can tell you that I was really missing home. I never felt so happy to see the inside of a smelly Melbourne cab. I gave him greasies in case he thought I was a stupid tourist who had no idea where I was going to. Nevermind that I was going to home to the sticks!

The most fun part is.. 

When I left home, the house looked like this... 

Nothing says suburbia like a beige house

And I came home to this 

D was running out to see me

Holler - no DIY, no yelling at Mick and the boys, no screaming why is there half a forest on my front lawn? When the heck will you finish this. Outsourcing is the new black. Best.ever. 

Mick will grow a grapevine upwards to create some shade against the afternoon sun. I am not even sure when I came up with this idea as the original thing was to pave the entrance. I got sick of the stupid gravel and I am not sure why Mick dumped some big ones out the front which makes me feel like I am tripping over in my heels everytime I walk out the house. 

Bet you now cannot wait till the next time I travel interstate again and see what I come home too right?