There is honestly nothing more depressing than flying back from home after a great weekend to a class quiz that never took place. Welcome to Sheila’s new week of frustration.
There he was, my better half, peeping through the doors as I waited for my luggage that seemed to take forever to arrive. Finally in my husband’s arms I was, “home sweet home”. That was the end of day one.
Then came Sunday when I cooked up a storm, I invited my mother for lunch at home, I made her favorite, meatballs, and served it with skin potatoes and soy sauce mushroom fry, Ummhhhhh I really enjoyed my own cooking and dessert. I later baked a rich Madeira cake and coated it with chocolate which was meant to be for my grandparents and mom. Sob sob, my husband denied its exit from the residence. A great cake it was.Before I knew it, my great weekend was over, and hello dear Monday. Usually I would extend my days at home and enjoy the benefits of being a wife but this Social Psychology Quiz prepped for Tuesday morning paralyzed all efforts of staying in the comfort of my home for two more nights. As sad as it was, I flew back on every one’s Valentine’s Day, “Though we have our special dates”. Here I was at 6am, scratching my head rushing through my little notes. Only to get to class on time to a lecturer who was an hour and ten minutes late, and the best thing of it all, the quiz was cancelled to Thursday morning. And so I say, welcome to my new week of frustration.
There he was, my better half, peeping through the doors as I waited for my luggage that seemed to take forever to arrive. Finally in my husband’s arms I was, “home sweet home”. That was the end of day one.
Then came Sunday when I cooked up a storm, I invited my mother for lunch at home, I made her favorite, meatballs, and served it with skin potatoes and soy sauce mushroom fry, Ummhhhhh I really enjoyed my own cooking and dessert. I later baked a rich Madeira cake and coated it with chocolate which was meant to be for my grandparents and mom. Sob sob, my husband denied its exit from the residence. A great cake it was.Before I knew it, my great weekend was over, and hello dear Monday. Usually I would extend my days at home and enjoy the benefits of being a wife but this Social Psychology Quiz prepped for Tuesday morning paralyzed all efforts of staying in the comfort of my home for two more nights. As sad as it was, I flew back on every one’s Valentine’s Day, “Though we have our special dates”. Here I was at 6am, scratching my head rushing through my little notes. Only to get to class on time to a lecturer who was an hour and ten minutes late, and the best thing of it all, the quiz was cancelled to Thursday morning. And so I say, welcome to my new week of frustration.
