Mood swings at its finest

It happened just like I thought. The day before I was scheduled to leave, my mood changed. And then the smallest of things kept happening to make my mood worse.

We hung around the apt, when on a whim decided to ride jet skis and parasail. After getting ready, stuffing everything into the bag and driving over, we find they’re completely booked. Every where's booked. Labor Day holiday in full force.

I’m disappointed, dejected and down right deflated. My last day in Hawaii and we’re going back to the apt. for his 2 fantasy football drafts. *humbug

I couldn’t help but show my disappointment the whole way back. He made every attempt to find another rental place, but to no avail. My mood soured. I told him just to forget about it, there wasn’t enough time before his first draft any way.

Then while moving my laptop, I knock over my water glass that shatters all over the coffee table and floor. *great

After running over to the mall to exchange some shoes, my mood lifts..slightly. But the fact that I was leaving was still heavy in my mind along with knowing all the things I needed to do that night.

All within 4 hours, I cooked this Tortellini Soup,  these chicken enchiladas, where I made my own green sauce and not to forget cooking and shredding the chicken and these Rosemary Rolls. Oh, and I roasted garlic this way. Food is everywhere, plates, pans, counters are dirty and it just brings me down more.

By the time I was ready to roll the enchiladas to put in the baking dish, I grab my first corn tortilla, fold and it splits. NO!! I grab another and roll it, breaks in 3 pieces. My frustration is building. The brand new package of tortillas G-man bought, contain old tortillas. (one VERY frustrating thing about HI, nothing is fresh!) G-man can hear and see my frustration and does everything possible to soothe me. Assuring me, he doesn’t mind broken tortillas, (all while I toss one in frustration)

To me, all I could see was all that hard work, only to lead up to broken tortillas and a horrible presentation.

Then G-man insists I extend my trip for a few days longer. I protest, cry from all the frustration and give a valid argument as to why I should leave the next morning, as scheduled. He listened, pondered, considered and insisted stating, ‘you’re staying! Go change your flight.’

We dive into the enchiladas (which are very delicious) make a run to The Cheesecake Factory for dessert and relax on the couch knowing, I’ll be staying a few days longer.
what I thought was my last sunset


What I was honored and blessed to see the following night. (I couldn’t choose just one)

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