The Child was very excited by the snow today, though admittedly it was just sleet. She didn’t like the cold though poor thing, though despite this she refused a hat and scarf on the way to nursery. She gave in on the way home though. Lesson learned I hope. And I also hope we don’t get any ice on the scale of last winter. Sliding down our hill will not be fun. And The Child has only just got over her fear of hills. It started after the very icy day in February when she slipped over about five times on our street alone. Not fun.
I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this coming Saturday either. The Child has her first kids party to attend, so with a bit of luck I’ll have a couple of hours all to myself. Of course, I should be using that time to get myself sorted for the party I shall be attending Saturday night. A friend is having a sailor themed fancy dress night out for her birthday. I haven’t done fancy dress since I was twenty-two. Coincidentally that is the age she shall be. I guess I just feel like an old fart these days. Single motherhood will make you feel like that at times. As will the realisation that you’re now in your late twenties. There I admit it. I shall leave the mid-twenties behind me. The grumpiness thing was always there though. I was a grumpy kid. I remember idolising grumpy bear from the Care Bears, and Garfield. I was obsessed with Garfield. But on Saturday I will don that sailor girl outfit and try to feel young and carefree. Who knows, maybe it won’t be so bad. And there will be plenty of others dressed as silly as me. I might even have fun if I can learn not to be so uptight. Fingers crossed.
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