I got a telling off from a friend this week. And I needed it. Big time. I had spent much of the week feeling sorry for myself. The babies were in their second week of stinking colds which meant I was stuck in the house, and a night's sleep was a distant memory. Then I had a morning where Miss E and Mr A just wouldn't stop crying (they were probably just as sick of their colds as I was) and it sent me flying back to those dark, dark weeks when Young Daddy had just gone back to work and I spent most of my non-feeding hours pounding the streets with my monster-truck (double buggy) trying to get the babies to stop crying and sleep. Yet somehow I had reached that point of inertia where you're desperate to get out of the house, but haven't got the energy to actually leave it and go and do something different.
I've also been trying to plan how to celebrate my 30th birthday in March, but the pressure of getting us all ready for a night out seemed too much so I decided to postpone celebrations for a few months until the babies were more settled and able to be left stress-free with their grandparents. My good friend was having none of it. She gave me a good talking to about getting myself out and about (I went on a walk and instantly felt better), and insisted that a birthday celebration is the perfect thing to look forward to. So I've had a re-think and she's dead right. I've removed all the pressure - who cares who comes, who cares if I need to leave early to feed the babies, who cares how drunk I get (it'll make feeding the babies more entertaining)?! At the end of the day, just being out with good friends and the lovely Young Daddy will be fun indeed. And obviously I will need a new outfit, a haircut, a manicure and a pair of shiny new shoes ;-)
And as for my misery? Well it turns out it was PMT. Welcome back stomach cramps and monthly gloom, I wish I could say I'd missed you, but I'd be lying through my teeth!