Regular readers of my blog will know that last week was a CRAP WEEK. It was full of sleep depravation and illness. I couldn't wait for it to be over.
I was worried about how I would be when it was over.
Well, I am fine. Still a little tired, but that's it. There is no depression trying to pull me under. Admittedly on Friday I started to feel like it was starting to show itself, but I muddled through and everything was ok.
I had work until 3pm on Saturday, which meant I had not a lot of time to sort myself out. I had nothing to wear. I am so incredibly out of touch with what is 'fashionable' these days. There is no way I would ever consider wearing a crop top, a thing that I often see the cool kids wearing. Those are possibly the least mum-tum friendly item of clothing in the world. Incidentally a participant of the girls night out, my friend Mel, wore one, and it looked amazing on her. She is not a mum.
After a mad dash to a couple of shops after work, I was still outfitless. I decided to just pack my least mumsy outfits and get the girls to help me decide. I had been given permission to leave the house at 6pm, before bedtime. Something that I was pleasantly surprised at. Simply because I'm not sure there has ever been an occasion on which I have let Ashley do this. It is an unwritten rule in our house that he does not leave the house till after bedtime. So I was very lucky. It made me wonder if perhaps I should consider doing the same for Ashley in the future (not likely).
It was eventually decided that I would wear my skort (aka man shorts) with a black top and black jacket. Fab. We were ready.
Once home, I walked in to my room to find Ashley snoring, and Betsy lying horizontally across my side of the bed with her head hanging off. I crawled in and had a lovely sleepy cuddle with my girl, feeling so very lucky that I have these two to come home to. Well, maybe not so much the snoring Ashley.
The next morning, This happened.
But surprisingly I didn't feel overly awful. And it was so worth it.