I cunningly forgot that I was hosting baby morning today when I told my mother she could have the kids to stay. So this morning, two mothers and three children turned up to my house and none of my babies were actually here. It was quite blissful. I sipped my tea and nibbled my home made brownies, while all the mucky faces and poopy bums were someone else's problem. I have a vague plan to always ditch the kids when I'm hosting from now on. (Just joking.)
The difference between first time mothers and dyed-in-the-wool veterans was made manifest once more when the one mother asked me if I didn't miss my kids terribly, while the other just looked green with envy. No prizes for guessing which was which.
When I went to collect the children, a blanket of fatigue came down on me. I felt a bit bad about that, because I've been quite energetic the last couple of days, and I only just saw them again. Of course, it could well have nothing to do with collecting the children at all, and everything with that ridiculously strong mojito I was served in my new favourite Mexican restaurant last night. They must have made a mistake with the measurements because it made my eyes water, it was so strong.
Tonight, I'm being stupid. Instead of getting some rest, which I obviously need, I'm pretending I'm still off the clock and staying up late again. I'm trying hard not to spoil it by feeling guilty. If I'm being stupid, I may as well just enjoy the time alone. I'm thinking I may even watch a bit of TV. I hardly watch TV these days. When I do put it on, I watch mainly nature programmes with the children - except when I watch Mad Men late at night, which may as well be a nature programme for the earthy feelings Don Draper inspires in me.
Yes, maybe just a little TV and then bed will be perfect. In Therapy (the Dutch version) is only about fifteen minutes long, so I could watch two of them. Oh, and dear reader, do tell me if there's anything you're loving on TV just now because I only ever tape a couple of series and watch them when I get a chance, late at night and on my own, but I never know what's new and good. (It's okay if you've already watched it because we're generally a season or two behind the English speaking world.)
Goodnight my lovelies!