My lovely partner, who is always right and so lovely and amazing, doesn't believe that we need a bigger fridge.
Please tell him he's wrong!
Important footnote: we already have a chest freezer not in use. We just need a standalone fridge and we'd be set.
It's hot here. All our sauces and condiments have to go in the fridge.
As does 90% of the fruit and all the vegetables.
All the baking, and bread have to fit too.
And the kids 15 million drink bottles.
Please, convince him. So that way when I win a squillion dollars, I can get a big ass one!
Pps that is my slow cooker bowl full of curried lamb ready to cook all day tomorrow while I'm at work.
I know. I'm fucking organised.
6 Mar 2017
Things have been tough, but I'm not going to go into details here. There are people worse off than us and we have enough money to eat and pay our bills and honestly, I'm sick of harping on about it. It was a particularly tight week, we needed the money AND people have been asking for them.
|Vanilla with Choc Ganache|
I sold most of them. The Red Velvet is always super popular and I sold all 24 of those and only came home with 11 vanilla. I should have just made the vanilla on vanilla like I was going to but I changed my mind at the last minute.
Anyway, I sent out an email to all my work mates thanking them for buying a tasty treat as we had been doing it a bit tough lately. I only sell the cupcakes for $3 each, so hardly making a fortune, but every cent counts lately and I really do appreciate people spending their hard earned cash on my amateur baking.
Fast forward to today and my Manager came and found me and handed me an envelope. She said it was just sitting on her desk with my name on it.
I found this inside:
You guys!! I had tears streaming down my face. And had to steal one of my pod partner's tissues.
The gift card is for $75. $75!!!
I don't know who gave this to me. They obviously don't want to be found out and I have my suspicions but I may never know.
Here's some truth for you all, it's hard returning to work after maternity leave. The first time was hard, but I think this was harder. You're leaving your babe for probably the first time, the logistical nightmare of getting kids (multiple) ready and getting to work on time, and looking like a human being and not a mumzombie. Coupled with the lack of sleep, expressing breast milk and preparing food for all the family to eat during the day and then dinner when you get home... and that's not counting the actual work!
Your brain just doesn't function properly after you have a baby! Add a workplace with lots of new faces, people in different roles, changes to processes and procedures and new reports and you just constantly feel a bit awkward, on the outs, like you missed the joke and you're standing on the outside grinning like a moron pretending that you get it. That's been me at work for the last 6 weeks and working 3 days hasn't helped to alleviate that feeling either.
So whilst this gift card is an amazing gesture in itself, it has also made me feel incredibly loved and appreciated. Like I really am a part of the team. That people really care about what happens to me.
And I'm crying again now so I'm going to wrap it up.
I can't wait to repay the favour and pay this little kindness forward one day soon.
It's been like a big fluffy hug for me today and I so fucking needed it.