Happy weekend. I’m not so happy about it because it means that our break is almost over. Classes start again on Monday which I am looking forward to about as much as getting my wisdom teeth removed (ugh.) But we have a saying around here which goes like this: “There is nothing that a little coffee and glitter can’t fix.” So I am thinking a hazelnut latte and my sparkly ballet flats are in order come Monday morning. Whatever the coming week looks like for you, remember to take a break this weekend and reset so you can smash your goals the rest of the week.
Anyway here is what has been happening in my world this week…
Monday: Coffee dates with Mumma…
There is this cute little coffee van that has popped up in our neighbourhood and we drive past it every day and always say we need to stop there sometime, so this week we finally did.
They’ve decked out their little spot with these fun colourful deck chairs, tables and pot plants which in the words of my mother is very ‘boho.’ (Bless.)
So we grabbed our coffees and a sneaky slice of carrot cake and then had the struggle of finding somewhere to sit. Because the deck chairs while very pretty, were also very wet…as was the grass. So the car it was, because we are nothing if not resourceful. I then spent a good ten minutes teaching my mum how to selfie and boomerang lol.
Tuesday: That’s not my car…
Does anyone else struggle with parking straight? Because I have a serious lack of parking ability. I always end up all wonky and taking up at least two spots (sorry everyone.) But after reversing and trying to straighten up like five times I just give up and leave it.
However, I then have the unfortunate task of getting into my car and out of the parking spot as quickly as I can so nobody sees that it was me who parked so horrendously. I must say, I am getting pretty good at the embarrassed-dash-and-drive with all the practice I’ve got.
Wednesday: A really long day…
We packed up all of our stuff and drove back up to Auckland. Somehow every time I leave home I accumulate a whole heap more stuff. My packing seems to get more hap-hazard and rushed each time.
I was the driver on this particular journey because my brother was struck down with man flu (the very worst kind of flu) and didn’t feel up for driving. Which was just as well because we got stuck in ridiculous traffic and while most of the time I have zero-chill, one of my many virtues is my ability to remain completely calm in bumper-to-bumper traffic.
And the fun wasn’t over yet. When we finally arrived back at my brother’s flat, we found the door wide open (never a good sign.) While we were on our Easter break, someone had broken in and stolen a bunch of their stuff. 🙁 Nothing like a break-in to ruin your home-coming.
Thursday: Frolicking on the beach…
It was one of my best friends birthdays this week so we had a special lunch date out of the city.
One of the best things about NZ is that no matter where you are, the beach is pretty close. Sometimes living out in the suburbs I forget that Auckland is a coastal city and there are beaches less than 15 minutes drive away.
We had the best time frolicking in the sand with the seagulls, people watching and catching some sunshine. We also found this awesome Mexican restaurant for lunch. They had MASSIVE portions (and curly fries woop woop) so we were too full to have birthday ice creams.
Friday: A long over due haircut…
It has been at least 5 months since I last got my haircut so I decided it was definitely time to sort that out. I’m a strong, independent women, I can take care of myself. I don’t need my Mum to book my hair appointments!
I found this random shop near where I live which I thought would be a) cheap because they weren’t all branded and fancy and b) safe because surely they can’t mess up a simple trim.
We didn’t get off to a good start because first of all he thought my name was Karen (not even close bud.) and then he started questioning me on when I last got my haircut (I don’t need your judgement alright Tim?!)
Hair salons are funny places right? Staring at yourself in the mirror for 45 minutes. Trying to make polite small talk with a stranger who just got uncomfortably close while massaging your head. Pretending to love the way your hair looks at the end when they keep tousling it up when all you wanna do is slick it down flat.
This is why I only get my hair cut twice a year. That and the ridiculous Auckland prices!
So that was my week. ICYMI, here is what I posted about this week:
- GUEST POST: How to boost your confidence to build healthier relationships
- April book review: The Defining Decade
Now tell me…
Have you ever experienced a break-in?
How often do you get your haircut?