Something that you might not know about Scott is that he never stops. If he’s not working, you’ll find him outside mowing the lawn/playing with the kids/having a swim/rounding up the kids in the street for a quick game of cricket/checking his emails/inhaling a packet of cheese and onion chips with a coke chaser. He basically has the energy of a 12 year old, with the metabolism to match. Half his luck!
Need to put a hutch together for your daughter’s new guinea pigs? No problem! Scott will have that done in under 15 minutes.
Anyway, yesterday, after having two week’s holiday, where he decided to teach himself to cook, Scott went back to work. Which meant I was back on dinner duty. Boo!
It’s safe to say that after a couple of weeks of not having to think about whipping up a nightly meal, I wasn’t really looking forward to things returning to Situation Normal.
But I sucked it up and when 5pm hit, I dragged myself away from the online shopping I was doing the graphic design work I was doing at the computer and got myself into the kitchen to throw together some chicken drumsticks and a salad.
Not going to lie. Doing graphic design work for birthday parties is A LOT more fun than trying to make business logos look sexy.
All was going well…the drumsticks were in the oven, happily sizzling away with the lemon, chorizo and tomato I had thrown in the roasting tray to give things a bit of flavour, while the salad was waiting patiently on the bench for some dressing to be added.
“Shit!” I thought to myself (because AS IF I’d ever swear out loud, in earshot of the children!) “I meant to add some red onion to the salad” (because who doesn’t LOVE a bit of post-dinner onion breath?!)
So I opened the fridge, bent down to grab an onion when BAM! A nerve in my left hip decided it would quite like to push up against another nerve nearby, which resulted in a sharp shooting pain rippling up and down my lower back. “Holy crap, WTAF was that?” I thought as I tried to stand up. I grabbed onto the bench in some sort of old lady attempt to steady myself, before Bailey walked into the kitchen.
“Are you ok Mum? You look a bit pale?”
“I’m ok. I’ve just done something to my back. Or hip. I’m not sure which.”
“That’s no good. Can I get you anything?”
“No, I’m ok thanks mate. I think I’ll just go and sit down for a bit” I said, as I attempted a very slow shuffle to the couch.
“Um Mum….?”
“Yes?”
“You might want to put the onion down first.”
Yep, there I was, standing in the middle of the kitchen, bent over, clutching my hip with one hand while holding an onion in the other. “Fabulous!” I sarcastically smiled, “Not only do I need a hip replacement, I’m also suffering short term memory loss! This getting old business is so.much.fun!”
“On the bright side” Bailey replied, “I think you’re off the hook with cooking dinner for the next few nights!”
Silver lining, people. Silver lining. Sorry Scott. It looks like you’re back on the kitchen tools after all!
Ever done in your hip while reaching for an onion? And does this mean I need to start doing pilates? Or possibly do a quick online search for zimmer frames?!
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