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|
|Oh hello Rain showerhead|
|BEST THING EVER|
|Checking out with tears in my eyes as I roll down to the office|
|My big A.Wang did not fit under the seat|
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|
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?