Today was a good day. It was the first day in months that I walked out of the house feeling good. It may have something to do with the fact that the baby slept from 7.30pm – 7am FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER <does little mummy dance> Even the dog was super chilled…
The phone issue is fixed, you will be relieved to hear. I know you were unable to sleep last night due to worry, but all is well. Thank God for insurance. £50 excess and a brand new iPhone, thank you very much.
Be warned though, husband, next time I might ‘drop it’ on your head, not the living room floor.
In other news, I spent an hour and 15 minutes walking around the supermarket today.
An hour and fifteen minutes.
Usually I have a screaming baby perched precariously in the trolley (often screaming because I put her in the seat in such a hurry that both legs get wedged in the same leg hole (yes, I am that mother. The one that has hastily applied make up, often forgetting to blend in her concealer and with snot, spit, sick and the other ‘s’ smeared over the not so carefully planned outfit)) and I rush in and out of the supermarket as fast as a human can, often mowing down the elderly and other people’s children as I go (that just makes me feel better).
But today, I was baby free! So I meandered. I looked at the clothes, I tried on the lipsticks and I read, actually read, the backs of the packets of food.
I fear that people may have looked upon me with some concern, particularly when I started singing “See the little bunnies sleeping ’till it’s nearly noon, shall we try and wake them with a merry tune…”. I think I need a sign that reads “This woman is sleep deprived. She may burst in to song at any time, rock the trolley or break down and cry in the fresh produce aisle (that’s a story for another day)”.
My darling husband is out tonight, so once the baby is in bed I plan to relax. With wine, chocolate and Ryan Reynolds.
Ok, maybe not Mr R but I can dream.
I will dream!