Things just aren't getting any better...

I can't say I've had the best last week. Even a good last week. I did get my replacement bank cards and dad did transfer the money into my account that they're lending me and Chantelle did arrive last night but I'm just not into it. As horrible as that sounds. I gave her my cell number, the one I always carry with me as I consider it my work phone, and the fucking thing died today. Like literally stopped working. That phone holds all my contact numbers for my friends. Am pissed. On top of that Emily is in a bitch of a mood, Alex was home from school yesterday and she is just unpleasant, all lovely to me when other people are around and then suddenly turns nasty when I have to become authoritative. Matthew's home today, who is easier because at least I know I won't get attitude from him, Emily's mood has worsened. I realised that having my pack weighing 50 pounds was great, except I couldn't lift the damn thing off the ground to swing onto my shoulders, so completely useless. Got rid of another piece of clothing. Packed up one box to go via airmail home (it has one of my scrapbooks) and packed up a larger one to go by seamail which'll probably take 3 months. As well as all of that I haven't heard from Chantelle, don't actually have any way to contact her as she's staying downtown but I'm going to assume that she's decided to see the sights, which I'm happy about. Plus it's quite a pleasant day. I'm hoping she's ok. Oh and the best news??? I get an email from my nana, I'll just put it on here:

"Now kell, i am very concerned that your Mum is going to be very angry about the big surprise, she is so much looking forward to seeing you that she and your dad have both taken a flex day on the 19th to go and pick you up from the airport. I thought maybe you should tell her that you are coming a couple of days earlier, because you really don't want to get in her bad books from day one of being home. She is very uptight at the moment with Rachels health so I know she will blow a fuse very quickly."

So now I've no flippin idea what to do, and Rachel has been no bloody help because she can't text me because it costs so much but won't email me. I'm in a filthy mood right now. I understand my nana's concern but I was so excited to surprise them. I've been planning the bloody day for months. Now I'm like, oh they'll probably be bummed that they won't be able to meet me at the airport/she won't have the house cleaned to her standards so she might get herself in a tizz. But then when I think I know she's then going to have cram the next two weekends with cleaning. I'm torn.

I'm sure I just making mountains out of mole hills but at the moment it's all I seem to be able to do. I'm so friggin wound up that it's not funny.

Going now. I've a shitload of ironing to do.