- It's easier to be on a diet when there aren't constantly three children around demanding to be fed. It's also easier to make clever diet choices when you're shopping with a baby only. I know it was me who put the chocolate covered peanuts in my shopping cart, but I still feel that the responsibility for me stuffing my face with them this afternoon cannot be mine only.
- Starting the holidays as a single mother has been interesting. The TV has had more use than I planned, both for the children and for me. The consumption of chocolate, especially in the evenings, has skyrocketed. (That one was all me.)
Babes has been on a short trip, combining business with family visits, and surprisingly it's been okay. He has announced that there will be more of these trips in the future, and in a way it's been like a little holiday for me as well.
I was worried to start with because I was enjoying myself so much. Surely I was meant to miss him? The control freak in me loves being the only one in charge. The wife in me is having trouble sleeping, though.
Overall, I think I would like my husband back now.
- I'm secretly loving the holidays. No more rushing around like a headless chicken in the mornings, no more waking Charlie from blissful naps, no more fixed bedtime or homework to supervise. Just don't tell Babes because otherwise he might not think I need to go out with my girlfriends any more. And I do, I really really do.
- I'm very close to rescinding my no-alcohol-except-on-Sundays rule. The idea was I would lose more weight, but I'm replacing white wine with the same volume in chocolate, which cannot be the idea. In the end, I obviously need to take in some calories, and they may as well be the fun kind.
Prepared as always, I consulted my new favourite website, Get Drunk Not Fat, and the take home message is basically "Champagne good, beer bad, white wine kindofinbetween." Shots are even better, but I'd better not go there.
(I'm not drinking every day, just when I go out. It's hard to go out on a week night and drink water when everyone else is having a glass of wine.)