It’s our annual club weekend for the fishing club that we are in. I somehow landed myself the role of Secretary and Treasurer a number of years ago and as much as I have tried to give the job away no one wants it.
The lead up started Thursday night with hubby working on the boat and me realising that we didn’t have enough clean washing to pack. Just typical Mum problems. While what felt like 5 loads were washing and drying I polished cups, cooked Thursday and Friday’s dinner and unloaded the Months worth of groceries that I forgot I had ordered to be delivered.
Friday morning arrived way too fast and we thought we could plough through the days work and hopefully get away about 3ish. Haha the day turned out to be a shit show and we finally hit the road at 4.45 . Now it’s a two hour drive and our AGM was due to start at 7. Packed in the back of our ute were all the Club trophies. I spent the trip praying for no hold ups and we arrived with 5 minutes to spare.
Hubby got to reverse our 6 metre boat into a tight gap with a crowd of onlookers. No pressure at all thankfully he nailed it with no swearing or damage involved. If you know you know.
Saturday morning rolls around and it’s minus 2 degrees and freezing. Not a chance I’m going fishing in these temps so off the boys went and us girls stayed in the warm.
As I am making a coffee I notice Hubby’s phone still on charge… FFS. Let’s hope it’s an uneventful boating trip and that they land some winning fish.
