Today was a big day. Today we drove out to meet up with some women I have been close close friends with since I found out I was pregnant with my son four years ago but have never met in person. We’ve spoken on Mumsnet and Facebook, we’ve shared photos, stories, health problems, baby pics, videos, support, care, advice and every little thing about our lives, but we’d never met in person.
It’s a funny old thing, because it’s still hardwired into my psyche that the weekends are the best part of the week, but ever since having children weekends actually kind of suck.
I spend all week looking forward to seeing my lovely husband, getting time to myself, seeing friends, but it very rarely works out that way. For starters there’s a lot of pressure that everyone has to enjoy themselves and we have to make the most of it, which is never a good place to start and seems to aggravate The Man from the get go and if anything is going to put a black cloud over a family it’s a patriarch with a face like a smacked arse.