AAAAAAAAHHHHH... wut?

OH... EMMM...GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

This last week has been MENTAL!!

So I got a call from a school I applied to, and I had and interview set up on Wednesday. Fine. Good. Bangin'.

Interviews. They are meant to be a good thing. Right? A myriad of excitement and new opportunity. But naturally my life is eternally ridiculous. So this is the long joke that played out in the next few days at my sanity's expense...

I traversed the hot sweaty miles to Abingdon on the Sunday night so I could spend some time with that bloke what I know there (Nathan) and generally have a new environment in which to get my freak on. (By which I mean utterly freak out).

I wake up Monday, stirred by the violent buzzing of my phone. Its 8 o clock... who rings at 8 o clock?

Guess? It was another school!Who wanted to see me Wednesday also. But I made it work. So now I had one at 9 and one at 12.45.

To cut a long story short, I ended up with three on Wednesday and one Thursday.But the Wednesday ones were impossible, after much attempting to shift them all around. So I cancelled the furthest one and went to two.

And after a long hard few days of nervousness, worrying about travelling to all these new places and actual real tears, guess what happened?

I got the job with the first school I went to at 9 am Wednesday.

All that arranging, and stress etc, and I could have just stopped there, with one. Good. Fine!

At least I love the place. And they seem to love me, because they had interviews set up all day, I was the first candidate through the door, and they rang me half an hour after I was out the door. It's nice to be wanted :D

The rest of the week? Nathan got really sick, and I spent the next three nights or so up with him, probably got 6 hours sleep over the whole three nights till the journey home on Saturday, whereby I got soaked in skimpy summer wear, and still made it to me eons long arranged philosophical meeting with Sophie and Lauren, bedraggled me, case and all. Many cocktails were had, and I had been invited on to a BBQ, but I really had just had enough!

The problem is, I've had no time to really rest since either. Sunday I drove for two hours in the sun, came home, wedmined it up for a few hours, got a heat and stress migraine that made me PHYSICALLY SICK multiple times, passed out and woke up this morning where I'm just doing it all again. All morning I did wedding crafting, just drove for two hours (though quite well I might add :D) and now I'm about to cook for my house, and I've got some plans later too.

Tomorrow's forecast is looking much the same but in a slightly different order.

Wednesday I'm in France all day to pick up wedding wine, Thursday is dress fittings, and then Friday I finally get to rest a bit. Saturday is both my birthday AND two of my friends wedding (exciting!!) Sunday I will probably be dead. Then Monday another mad week begins.

I believe I will be having frequent vom breaks i the next few weeks in between. I remember saying all this was going to all but kill me. I just didn't think it would be this accurate! :(

Still. Here's to all the good things. A week with my man, sick or not. I'm back on top of my driving. I have a job in the right area come September, and at least I might look extra slim and fab in my dress now! :p

Peace out. May your lives be hilariously ridiculous and never dull like mine ;) xx