Yesterday I had the day off – this was officially the first day off I have had since moving out of mum’s place! My lord how different it was!!! Normally if I have the day off (when I was with mum) one of two things would have occurred:

1)       I would have told mum the night before regarding the impending day off, sleep in and then have mum somehow plan a good ¾ of my day to do ‘stuff’ with her; see her friends, run errands with her etc. Then when I finally get a few hours (generally by this point it’s about 2.30ish in the afternoon) to do what I wanted to do all along she would call me after about an hour and ask where I was and when I was coming home; who I was with and why I was taking so long. Or;

2)     I would not tell her I was having a day off and manage to “steal” a day to with as I wish… this would usually have been planned some time in advance where Mr A would also have managed to take either the full day or half day off also. The downside to this is that I would have to still be out of the house at my usual early morning time as to not arouse suspicion from mum.

The sad/funny thing is option number 2 is generally the winner… in order to have any sort of “me” time over the years I have had to use this option for many other commitments – like when I was at uni and managed to organise a day off in the middle of the week (this was done by cramming 2 other days during the week full of lectures and tutorials where my first lecture/tutorial would commence at 8.00am – painful in winter when you realise the distance between my house and my campus and the fact that I did not have a car at that point!!) in order to just ‘chill’ or see my friends! Or like I finish work early (when I was in retail) and but still be home as though I had worked a full day… or the other way round where I wouldn’t have started work until 11.30am but still have been out of the house as though I had an 8.15am start. Like taken a whole week off work the day after mum left for Haj just so I could enjoy the whole house to myself and be able to come and go as I please; cook whatever high cholesterol, no-good-for-me foods and actually have friends see the inside of my house and be able to have a bath (mum thinks they are a waste of water & time)!

Its not that I dislike being around my mum – not at all; its just that she has no comprehension that we are actually separate entities… that I may actually have other things that I want or need to do outside of her. So that when I try to tell her these things she gets either upset or angry and that it was just easier for me to do option 2 as essentially then no one got hurt! 

But anyway; I had a lovely day yesterday – I got to sleep in and potter around the house with my cup of coffee; turn on the Foxtel (pay TV for Australia) and watch Sex & the City reruns in amongst some obscure reality TV show that had celebrity children attempt to live on some horse ranch (I dunno what it was called). Then I got new tyres (I desperately needed to get 2 new ones for my back tyres as they were getting to be balder then Yul Brenner!); had a late lunch with Mr A, went to the jewellers to get the ring Mr A’s mum gave me (as an engagement gift) re-sized and then…. Went shopping!

I bought one of those tee-shirt dresses (gray & long sleeved) to wear with leggings and boots and also found this shirt that looked a bit ‘rock chic’ which I thought would be great for when I go to the AC/DC concert in March 2010!

*Did I mention that Mr A got us tickets to AC/DC tickets? He is an avid fan and was absolutely beyond insistent that I will be going to this concert with him! Oh well; small price to pay I suppose – he’s going to Beyonce with me so I suppose I can be a rock chic for the night! I am still amazed that tickets to the first show were sold out in 7 minutes!*

Since I love a good pair of leggings with my flat boots I was in search of a black seamless pair that I had bought last winter (they were fantastic – they weren’t the stock standard cotton variety that I find invariably lose their shape after a few wears and then start to not look quite so black after a few washes) – sadly I could not find any full length ones in the black seamless (*gggrrrr*) but was able to find the ¾ length ones (and since I am going to wear them with boots most of the time no one will really be any the wiser!); I bought 3 pairs of them – 2 black and one gray (well, they were only $9.95).

Oh and while I was shopping in Subiaco I found this relaxed caftan long top/short dress in black with white lace detailing… its so pretty in a “I just threw this on and look how effortless I look” and is loose fitting to accommodate for those fat days…

AND I bought a hat!!! A hat I tell you! Believe me when I tell you that this is a feat in amongst itself! Apart from my brown Alicia Keys hat the only other thing I thin looks remotely ok on my head is a hijab… Mr A thinks that I look like “an idiot” in a hat… so I was purely trying this on with the expectation of having a little laugh… imagine my surprised when it actually looked nice! It’s sort of like a dressy beanie and is this chunky gray knitted furry thing… I showed Mr A who laughed at me and told me that I looked adorable but that he preferred me hatless – his dad though thought it was gorgeous and his mum oohh’ed and aahh’ed in all the best ways (hehe – Mr A was a little less than impressed as his master plan backfired!).

Meanwhile after all that you’d think I’d had my fill right? Haha – me thinks not; due to insufficient funds in my spending account I was unable to purchase the heart stopping knee- high leather boots I saw at a phenomenal price… me and Susi are heading over there after work to purchase a pair!