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My wonderful husband did the morning ritual of bringing me my dog and a cup of tea. He said he would make the kids lunches too, but he was agonising over some quotes he had to do, so I got up to do that instead. He did take them to school and preschool for me though.
He went out with John when he got back, to Trade Tools to look at mig welders. He needs one to finish fixing his truck. They are very expensive though. I planted myself firmly on the couch, with a pillow, a cuppa, Gypsy, the remote, and my Roswell DVD's. Firmly embedded in the lounge, I watched episodes of Roswell until I fell asleep, somewhere about lunchtime. When Matt and John got back, he woke me with lunch, and I continued my marathon of Roswell, from where I left off. Matt had to go look at a few other jobs, but he was back in time to get the kids from preschool and school. He brought them home with some afternoon tea for them.
My wonderful husband also bought me a bunch of lovely carnations. He said he thought I might like to have them. He loves me. What can I say? He makes me feel so special. Sometimes. LOL.
He had to go look at a couple more jobs. He came home by 5pm, and started to cook dinner - he made Beef Stroganoff. Alex had gone to his dental appointment, a check over for his operation on his wisdom teeth last week, and I think he was having the stitches in his gums taken out. He said he wouldn't be home for dinner - he wanted to go see a friend and have a bit of a spending spree. He had $300 to play with. I have control of his other bank card - because he wants to keep the savings to move out with, and buy things like a fridge, washing machine, toaster, etc.
I helped the kids with their homework. Head still is a bit on the yukky side, but a lot of rest has helped.
I still haven't received in the mail any mention of my Worship-ness. It's been 7 weeks since I lodged the application to be a Justice of the Peace. I had a Police check and a Traffic History done. None of my referees have mentioned the Justice Department speaking them to confirm their statements. I'm feeling quite a bit down about it, actually. Possibly seeping over from how wonderfully sickly I feel, but I also feel deeply saddened that my dad didn't live to hear me say "I'm a Justice of the Peace.". If I don't get anything in the mail by next Tuesday - the 8th week - then I guess I'll abandon all hope, and fall to imagining I didn't pass their standards.
He went out with John when he got back, to Trade Tools to look at mig welders. He needs one to finish fixing his truck. They are very expensive though. I planted myself firmly on the couch, with a pillow, a cuppa, Gypsy, the remote, and my Roswell DVD's. Firmly embedded in the lounge, I watched episodes of Roswell until I fell asleep, somewhere about lunchtime. When Matt and John got back, he woke me with lunch, and I continued my marathon of Roswell, from where I left off. Matt had to go look at a few other jobs, but he was back in time to get the kids from preschool and school. He brought them home with some afternoon tea for them.
My wonderful husband also bought me a bunch of lovely carnations. He said he thought I might like to have them. He loves me. What can I say? He makes me feel so special. Sometimes. LOL.
He had to go look at a couple more jobs. He came home by 5pm, and started to cook dinner - he made Beef Stroganoff. Alex had gone to his dental appointment, a check over for his operation on his wisdom teeth last week, and I think he was having the stitches in his gums taken out. He said he wouldn't be home for dinner - he wanted to go see a friend and have a bit of a spending spree. He had $300 to play with. I have control of his other bank card - because he wants to keep the savings to move out with, and buy things like a fridge, washing machine, toaster, etc.
I helped the kids with their homework. Head still is a bit on the yukky side, but a lot of rest has helped.
I still haven't received in the mail any mention of my Worship-ness. It's been 7 weeks since I lodged the application to be a Justice of the Peace. I had a Police check and a Traffic History done. None of my referees have mentioned the Justice Department speaking them to confirm their statements. I'm feeling quite a bit down about it, actually. Possibly seeping over from how wonderfully sickly I feel, but I also feel deeply saddened that my dad didn't live to hear me say "I'm a Justice of the Peace.". If I don't get anything in the mail by next Tuesday - the 8th week - then I guess I'll abandon all hope, and fall to imagining I didn't pass their standards.