So, last night the male shaped monster had his first ever sleep over at someone’s house who isn’t a relative. I was concerned about how he’d cope, as let’s face it, he’s not normally great away from us. Luckily, the female shaped monster was also sleeping over at the same house – so he settled. He also absolutely adores the children he was staying with. And I mean, practically worships them. One of them used to be in his class at school before he moved to the Special Language Resource school and he’d been really, really missing her. So, of course in his way, he completely proved me to be a worrying twit for no reason whatsoever and had a ball.
He fell asleep at 5pm tonight. Haha.
Anyway, both of the monsters are sleeping at Grandparents tonight – female with the MiL and male with my mum. Woohoo! Two night’s child free. Any normal woman in her 30’s would be either grabbing a bottle of chilled white or rose or getting her glad rags on and heading out to town. On at least of the child free nights anyway. Not me. No. Last night I spent writing and talking to friends for so long I didn’t realise it had got dark. Tonight, I’ve thrown up so badly the sick missed the toilet bowl and splashed onto my combat trousers. Nice. I’m currently feeling that woozy and sick again, I’m writing to take my mind off it. Not that it’s working too well – but it’s better than sitting feeling sorry for myself and doing nothing else. I’m also listening to my mixtape that I did earlier. Full of lovely 90’s indie music and a couple of unsigned bands thrown in. Taking me back to my mis-spent youth. I wish.
Next weekend is the big weekend back in the motherland for the prog-rock concert. Spending all pretty much all Friday and Saturday drinking. Woohoo! Except, I’m worried that my stomach’s going to go off on one. I think I’m due my period (the throwing up and general aches and pains of the last couple of days are quite a good indicator) and am sincerely hoping the adrenaline of a lot of live music is gonna get me through it. One thing I know I won’t be doing – and that’s getting too close to the front and getting a pair of cracked ribs – like I did last time. Oh – that and inadvertently showing my bare backside to the lead singer as I was hauled over the barrier. Either way, there’s going to be three ‘angry teddy bears’ wandering around the motherland next Saturday. Or rather three weird women in brown dresses with bear ears on. All in the name of fancy dress and er, weirdness.
One thing I’m gonna say – is that I’m truly shocked and humbled at how well the ‘Ode to End-Woe’ poem went down. So, big thank you to anyone who read it, shared it and liked it. Thank you.
Diary Of A Faker 