Hormonal Cabin Fever.

I had Left Out Syndrome last night ... well, I'm not sure I can call it that considering it was my decision to stay behind while all my mates were going to birthday parties, dinners and Paul Oakenfold.

I had a hospital procedure last Wednesday. I had to go under general anaesthetic and get prodded and poked etc ... Good times really...especially when the schedule 7 drugs kick in ;-)

European boy had bought us VIP tickets to Paul Oakenfold ages ago. Every part of me wanted to go but by the time we were ready to, my body decided to chicken out.

I don't know if I'm getting older and by that I mean more responsible, or if I'm just becoming lazier.

As a very torn European Boy hesitated at the door, I absolutely insisted that he went with the mates. Another thing I adore about him is how sweet his for insisting he stay behind and look after me. I felt guilty enough that I wasn't going - I didn't want to feel guilty for him not going too.

I am PMSing (read hormonal pain in the ass), feeling sorry for myself, feeling tender and fragile after the hospital procedure and just not really myself at the moment.

So there I was on the couch, with my laptop and my favourite fashion blogs, my book, drivel on TV and I suddenly had this: "I feel so sorry for myself ... Oh my gosh I'm missing out on fun." moment.

I wanted to jump up, get showered and dressed and go party. I had visions of arriving, looking chic and saying cooly:

"Ha ha - I was just kidding! I'm going to order a Jack & Lime, who wants one?"

I didn't though. Instead I sat looking at my phone semi-hoping for:

"It's just not the same without you."

and

"We're all having a miserable time and coming home." messages.

That didn't quite happen, either.

They say it's really good for you to have a night on your own. To enjoy your "me-time" and I am always down for those, because they are so few and far between.

However, this does NOT count when you are already climbing the walls from having Cabin Fever and having Cabin Fever during a hormonal time -is well...problematic.

I don't think anyone has ever been so excited to see a Mr. Delivery guy. When the doorbell rang, I jumped up and nearly hugged him - just for some human interaction. He gave me my food and walked away shaking his head.

I needed to find things to preoccupy my time.

Bare in mind, that since Wednesday I have been doing the same things every night. OK OK, to be fair, the only thing different was that I was at European Boys apartment and not mine....At least they were different walls to climb.

There was N.O.T.H.I.N.G on TV. Good grief. Oh wait. I did watch a cool movie...or was that Friday night? OK never mind, scratch that.

I watched the clock a lot. Ridiculous... and a little crazy, I'll admit it.

I re-checked blogs -just in case the bloggers had written a new post since the last hour I had checked.

I read Twitter and everyone tweeting about how amazing their Saturday nights were.

Made Hot chocolate.

Raided European Boy's cupboard for left over Easter Eggs. He's normally a hoarder like I am, but couldn't seem to hoard Easter eggs. Dammit.

I looked at friends photo's on Facebook.

I read a few chapters of my book.

I made Vanilla tea.

I got a message from European Boy and my heart sang with a ridiculous: "He does miss me!!" - even though I know that deep down. Being a hormonal girl at times can be the pits.

I must have eventually fallen asleep on the couch, because when I woke up again, all the lights were on, the TV was blaring with Discovery Channel's "I Shouldn't Be Alive" and when I looked next to me, European Boy was home, sweeping the hair off my face and eating pizza.

I vaguely remember him switching everything off eventually and steering me to bed. Thank goodness, because the last time I tried to go to bed myself when I was so sleepy, I nearly slept in the dining room.

Today is MOTHERS DAY ... My sister and I have a tradition that we make her breakfast/lunch/dinner and copious amounts of tea. We've been told that she is going to Yoga this morning (my mom's new thing now) - so we are going to make her brunch. I've become quite the cook lately, so I can't wait to show off...just a little. I love surprising mom.

My mom is the most amazing woman. I learn from her wisdom, her strength, her elegance, her grace, her zest for life and if I turn out to be just half the woman she is, I will be incredibly happy!

She has always been there. I cannot recall a time when I have been let down. She calls herself my "Number 1 Fan" and has been through every heart ache, hurt, success, dream, triumph and lesson. I couldn't be more blessed.

To all the mom's out there ... even if we don't say it often, we are exceptionally grateful for everything that you do.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!

A mothers love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible." ~Marion C. Garretty

Sick of being sick.

The reason I have been quiet on the blog front is because I have been sick and let me tell you I'm sick of being sick. It's infected sinus' actually. I suffer throughout winter and generally in Spring. Summer is my saving grace. Another reason I love the season.

If only you could have seen me. I was in bed with 3 great, sexy and amazing....blankets. I also scattered hundreds of snotty tissues around the bed like delicate germ land mines.
I have also marinated myself in lemon, ginger and honey tea. I'm feeling much better but I still have the post nasal drip. It's so annoying, I could tear my own throat out. I wont. It would be messy.

I'm annoyed too because just as I start my exercise regime, this happens. It has taken me over a year to motivate myself to get my wobbly ass to the gym and when I do, I fall sick. Now, I could take it is a sign, but I wont. I am determined this time to actually be toned and fabulous. I have been given a challenge. I need to get myself into a super tight and sexy mini for a mates birthday in October. I scoffed at this obviously, but she seems to think this will motivate me. She's picking the dress out too. Crap.
I had better get my post nasal drip to the punching bags immediately or scare everyone away in October.

This weekend really was chilled. I had been in bed for Thursday and Friday so I was literally climbing the walls in my cabin fever state. I had to work Saturday and Sunday, so I took the opportunity to see some girl friends on Sunday. We had brunch at Atholl Square and it was absolutely fantastic. Poached eggs, coffee and winter sunshine; that's what I'm talking about!
I literally felt like I was having my very own Sex in the City moment. We chatted about everything, everything!
I needed that!

In other news, I bought Pepper Spray today. It was a spontaneous moment. Well, kind of. I've been wanting to get something after my smash and grab for a while now . I've never really gotten round to it, but today I happened to walk past a security store. Ultimately I have wanted to get a tazer. Shock his criminal ass, you know?
R5000? I think not. I bought a R95 pepper spray.
I'm rather scared of it though. I would be the type of person who in a moment of panic would spray the nozzle into my own face. We all know how Murphy's Law adores me.
It does make me feel better to have it though. I really hope I never have to use it.

I've decided to make a delicious stuffed roast chicken tonight - I'm still learning how to cook, you see, so this is all experimental. I'm setting the table and lighting candles. I even bought a new table cloth. Blogshell is putting out all the stops! Hold me back! ;-) Haha!