We had some action here on the weekend.
A family lunch, a trip to the emergency room for stitches, and me unconscious on the floor with a bump on my head the size of a lemon!
My family thrive on a bit of drama. We’re not happy when things are smooth sailing…we get restless. We love some action and word of any incident spreads fast, spanning continents in a matter of minutes. We don’t vocalise this, ah, quirk any more. The last time my mum wished out loud for some excitement my brother ended up in a wheel chair with two broken legs for several months. So we just wait for it…quietly. But when it happens, we come alive, swing into action and usually use the opportunity to get together and drink an inappropriate amount of wine.
We’ve been feeling a little flat lately. A little bored, a little grumpy. It happens here in the winter. To be honest, we were over ourselves so we thought the best way to lighten things up would be to invite our family over for lunch on Sunday. We would fire up the pizza oven, have a few drinks and a good dose of sunshine and laughter.
Everything was going to plan. We were organised, the sun was shining and we could feel the spring returning to our step. Cossie good naturedly offered to take the kids up to the park for a run around while I tidied up. Wonderful. Or…maybe not…They returned moments later with the kids yelling about blood and towels and poor Cossie looking like he was about to pass out. Closer inspection of a wound caused by a walking the plank mishap turned our stomachs and it was obvious a trip to Emergency for stitches was on the cards. My Dad got the job and arrived shortly after to whisk the patient away.
Did we cancel the lunch? Don’t be silly! The pizza oven was lit and the roast ready to go. I felt great! My blood was pumping…a bit of excitement was bound to lay precedent for a great day to come. I raced off down the street with the kids (slightly traumatised but recovering) for some bread and you know, a coffee…as you do.
And so everyone started to arrive. I was in great spirits. I started thinking about food and since it would be a while before the others returned, decided to make some hummus to have with the gorgeous sour dough baguette I’d just bought. As I was reaching into the cupboard, I hit my funny bone and jeez, did it hurt. Trying not to let on…I went back to what I was doing with the hummus. My stomach turned, I felt woozy and before I knew it, I was lying on the floor, dazed and confused with what felt like an elephant sitting on my head.
I had fainted! Totally passed out! Keeled over spectacularly and hit my head, hard on the kitchen cupboard on the way down (and my bottom is very sore today too…assuming this happened at the same time?). My Aunty and Uncle were on the ground with me, the kids were wondering what the hell was happening and luckily, the hummus had remained in tact on the bench top. It was actually a little bit funny!
What followed was me seeing stars and vomiting for the rest of the afternoon while Cossie and Dad returned in time to serve lunch at the grand old time of 3.30pm! My family were happy to continue, eating drinking and enjoying each others company…just another day in our family…never a dull moment!
I am sincerely in awe of my family. They take everything in their stride, are always ready to help out and never let a small accident get in the way of a good party. I love them dearly and I’m so thankful they were there, especially when I hit the deck, so to speak.
So today…Cos and I, we’re a bit sore and sorry but fine otherwise. The house is back to normal and as my daughter Frankie says…“life is life”.
So…what’s everyone up to next weekend?
Do you love a bit of drama or prefer to stay as far away from it as possible? What kind of shenanigans go on at your family parties?
Enjoy the sunshine!