Space and Pancakes

My hormones went mental lastnight. I lost it with Paul all over him putting off cooking tea. When I lose it, I need space instantly and Paul refuses to give it to me so I get out of control. The whole night was wasted on us arguing and him not leaving me alone to give myself chance to calm down. We didn’t have any tea and I had an early night. We’ll be friends when he gets in fro work later because we both know it was over something so stupid. It just annoys me that I flip the way I do and can waste my whole night getting upset and angry over something so petty.

Mum and Gemma came round for breakfast this morning. It was nice. I made pancakes. We mainly spoke about her wedding in 18 months. She has mentioned Vegas for the honeymoon and I am green with envy over it. Paul and I plan to marry in Vegas in 2013. She will be going 4 months earlier. I know she isn’t getting married there but I don’t want her to take the edge off this dream I’ve had FORever. I can’t tell her as she’ll think I’m being selfish. All I can do is hope they change their mind when they see how expensive it is. And not only that, Vegas isn’t Gemma. She likes holidays by the beach. GRRRRRR!

Whilst we’re on the subject of marriage, Paul asked for my ring size last month. He said not to get my hopes up or anything and not to expect it soon, but he said he was just getting organised and thought he’d better ask my size. He’s sweet. I told him last week.

I nipped out shopping to return some clothes. I refused to buy the next size up as I’d already done that after trying them on in the changing rooms! I’m a 12. I bought 14 but I need 16! I got a refund and went to a different shop and I was back to a 12! I’m not one of those women who freaks out over the size label, but its just the principal. They are a clothes shop, they should get the sizes right.  Its not hard! Its not cheap either. Not only that, I didn’t try the 16 on – imagine if that didn’t fit either!
I don’t often buy myself clothes but I was desperate for new. I love fashion but can’t afford to keep up so I gave up trying a couple of years ago. I’ve bought myself a couple of nice outfits for bruges. Can’t wait. We fly next Friday (providing the doctor says its ok).

Its so windy. I’m crapping myself home alone. Could hear the back gate banging so have come to the front and can still hear banging. Don’t like it. Gonna go and read to take my mind off it.