It's been a busy week in the Roderick house.
Half term my sister, our friend and her little boy joined my crew for a few days of sugar rushes, tantrums and too many glasses of white wine and as we wave them goodbye my folks pull into the drive and we start all over again.
Actually, it was good times. Having the grandparents stay meant Big Fella and me had a little time on our own. We headed straight to our local. I love this place because 1. it has the most amazing views 2. it sells Champagne by the glass. Now, what I didn't expect was Big Fella to return with a glass of Bollinger. House Champagne yes, but Bolly?
Anyway, delighted with his initiative we sat outside wrapped up to combat the icy chill and tucked into toasted foccia, hummus and olives, ignoring the temperatures as we chatted merrily and I briefly forgot I even had kids - we opted for a second round. Lethal.
I ended up indulging in a little retail therapy and bought Little Fella and JB clothes they didn't even need (from Joules of all places) and worse still the bubbles had seriously corroded my brain and I bought a dress and t-shirt for myself from an uber cute and cool independent boutique in my town - all wonderful of course until the euphoria of my weekend spending evaporates with Monday morning and I think oh dear.
So now it's back to Monday and back to finishing my second novel "Hope & Jump" (see details on the left hand icon) and since it's been over a week since I've sat properly at my pc I can't even remember what I was supposed to be writing about, I don't think it's just because of my weekend extravagances but more to do with being so damned tired. I cannot describe to you the pain I feel at being sleep deprived thanks to a squidgy 2 year old in the next room and the frustrating thing is it's rapidly becoming the norm in our house.
I used to think JB woke through the night when he was ill, but now he does it every night to "assert" himself (apparently) and so my Saturday afternoon of Bolly and Olives seems a long time ago as I write these words and know I need a gallon of coffee to get me to 2pm, but hey, at least I have a dented bank account to remind me of the good times.
Right, coffee it is and Page 177