My excuse for not updating my diary is totally self inflicted. Me and my Husband love to party and often we invent parties with themes. Friday was a theme for Wii and Snooker. Our problem is that with our games room there is obviously a bar. Snooker was the start of the evening and lengthy times proping up the bar. Without realising alcohol becomes like juice.
The evening got quite lively and needless to say large quantities of alcohol were consumed. I can't quite remember eveyone leaving but I can remember the bedroom spinning as I tried to sleep.
We all woke up incredibly late with the sound of the basement alarm being turned off by Kwamena. I jumped out of bed stood up and felt a heavy pulsating pain in my head. Then I became slowly conscious of why I am feeling so bad. I took a look at my husband we exchanged looks and understood that we really didn't have to talk to eachother until we felt well enough.
I walked into the kitchen and viewed the amount of glasses and plates that were cluttering up all work surface areas and tried free the kettle from behind all the mess. I sat down, contemplated the day and immediately wrote it off. I can't work in this state and I will be no good to anyone.
There was a knock at the door and in walked Kwamena.
"Ahh, Melindaaaaaa, I think you enjoyed yourself last night didn't you?"
I gave him a sign from my hand as he was making fun of me.
Thank god for Kwamy, he's so loyal and so good at what he does. In around two hours he will come back upstairs and will let me know that he has answered all my emails, processed all the payments and written me a schedule of what to do today in order not to waste any more time. Look it worked. I have time to write in my diary!!
We all went out for lunch and then on to the park with the hope that fresh air will get us back to the land of the living. It didn't quite work but certainly better than in the morning. After arriving home we slumped in front of the tv for the rest of the day.
I woke up full of beans this morning and got through mountains of work so maybe sometimes it's good to be wild as play is just as important as work:)