It has been a strange week for me. A lot of things going on.
I had a lot of work to do. Finishing up at a school and a full course and timetable on the other side as well.
This morning was the first time in weeks that I've had some time to myself with nothing planned. I went to work for just an hour which meant that I was home by 10:30. Bf had picked up a waffle iron that I found at a German supermarket here.
*I can't get certain foods here and it makes me sad at times. Bagels, waffles, bacon (now available, thank god), cheddar cheese, sour cream, and the list can go on for hours.
Anyhow back to the topic at hand. I finally found a waffle iron, which is a rarity here, I was so stoked, I got a friend to send me a recipe so I was excited to try it out. 5 years without waffles can make you a bit loopy. Anyhow I got home and immediately got to work. Bf was at the hospital with his brother (who is still doing chemo somewhat successfully). It was super sunny, I chose not to turn on the tv, or the computer or even the radio. Just me and my waffles.
I was so excited I wanted to share my excitement with someone, but there was no-one around to share with. The first ones came out PERFECT and I scarfed them down with a few drops from a 7 Euro bottle of Maple Syrup. They were delicious. I made so many that I had a bunch left over, and knowing they're still good to heat up in a toaster, I left them for bf.
The rest of the day went from amazing to depressing.
He has such a knack for pulling me down. I can't figure out if it's me or it's him. I really honestly can't figure it out.
It wasn't anything in specific he said or did. He just managed to ruin my good mood immediately, as soon as he got in the door. Maybe it's his lack of enthusiasm. I mean, I was so excited about the fucking waffles, that I was hoping he'd be just as enthusiastic. When he wasn't at all enthusiastic about them, not even a compliment on how they came out. I was disappointed I guess.
Maybe I'm too sensitive.
Having been so busy has made it impossible for me to do anything apart from work. That means a lack of HNT this week, a lack of posts, a fall in my page views on Sitemeter, a lot of catching up to do on other blogs, lots of consequences. I'll have to make up for it.
Next week I'll have some more time off work, but that doesn't mean anything, bf is always home.
I need a vacation. I've been looking into doing a course in London. That will give me a good excuse to get away by myself.