Hey hey, on Thursday I´m off on a mini-break, off to London for a wedding and to catch up with Hubby, just me, no Baby in tow. Baby will stay with my parents, who I hope will be able to cope with a teething 14 month old without permanent damage to their phsyce. I was up from 2:30 to 4 last night, administering paracetamol, hugs, cuddles and "you are my sunshine".
On Friday I´m going to start the day by sleeping veeeery late, then go out and do some shopping (wedding present, new shoes for Baby, some clothes for Baby... maby one dress for me, as I´ve still got about 45 quid left on my Topshop card). Saturday is the wedding, and I´m hoping it will end up a proper party, knowing the lot that will be attending it would be absolutely fair to assume so. I´m envisioning (is that a word?) ending up in Camden, maybe at the Barfly (ah, romantic me, that´s where I met Hubby) till about 7 in the morning. Sunday I´m off to see my chicks somewhere around Brick Lane, then Monday will probably be spent cuddling Hubby before i head back home to Baby again.
God I feel guilty, is that motherhood for you?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment