Friday night, I went to Sara's birthday party at NOW Lounge.

It was great - what a nice spot for a party. She had Mandippal Jandu play first. He's so great. What a beautiful voice.

Then, of course, the Free Press came on and performed a set of Sara's favourite songs. I have to tell you, I'm loving their song, "Struggle" as long as they leave out all the blah, blah, blah at the end (another wife calls it "wanking").

Anyway, it was a good set. Alex was all excited about his new drum set that he'd spontaneousy bought that day.

Later, they were fooling around with some songs, everyone playing different instruments and I tried to get Alex to sing, but he wouldn't do it. I guess he's a little shy. I suspect he doesn't like to do anything if it's not done perfectly. Too bad, I love it when he sings.

It was a late, late night for me. And everyone was WAY more drunk than I was. And I think we all know how much fun that can be after a while. I nearly punched out one of the guys in the band for trying to pick a fight with me in the PizzaPizza. It was that bad.

Instead, in typical fashion, I just shut up, rather than cause a scene. Not worth it. I'm sure he doesn't even remember and here I am, being all bitter about it.

Anyway, at home, I was asleep for about two hours when I woke up with bladder pain and decided to get to the hospital. Alex came with me. It took a couple of hours but he was at least able to sleep most of the time. I was in too much pain.

In the end, they sent me home with a prescription for antibiotics, although not entirely sure what was wrong.

A bit worrying, I'll be honest.

But I've been taking it mostly easy all weekend. Sleeping and watching TV yesterday. Only getting up to make dinner. It was BORING. Goddessakes, I hate sitting around.

So today I got up with a bit more in the way of plans on my mind. We were going to clean the house because it was a disaster. I'd been busy and sick, so not able to do anything. Plus, I was kind of on strike to see if it would happen if I didn't do it.

So I announced the plan to Alex.
I managed to get him to:

do the dishes

mow the lawn

intall a light

put up the curtain rod

This is very good news.

In between bouts of pretty serious nausea, I was able to do all the laundry, including all the bedding, make breakfast, sweep, clean the bathroom, rake the leaves and weed the garden AND make indian food for dinner.

I'm very proud of myself.

I'm so tempted to talk about the things that I'd WANTED to get done today that I didn't. Unfortunately, I made a promise to Raye the last time she was here. I'm going to try not to do that. I suppose that this is kind of cheating, but in my defense, the challenge was to start in November.

I have to do something to keep myself more positive. I have not been myself lately. I am trying to figure out how to get Happy-Cathy back.

I'm working on it.

Happy birthday, Sara!