The end of the week was great, not only was this little blog proclaimed one of the Top Ten mummy blogs in the UK, it was also given the honour of a lovely write-up on the Tesco fashion blog. Hooray! Then the weekend started badly with a series of disasters, since my glass is always half empty I was filled with trepidation about what was to come. I wasn’t disappointed when I very nearly knocked myself out in the car, I hit my head with such force that I was very nearly sick. Even the children made a small attempt at sympathy.
Lesson 1; Check the sun visor is up before you bend forward to check in the glove compartment when in the car.
The weekend continued with the event of the season. A 40th birthday party. This required me to dress up in my finest WAG gear (£7) from H & M, but accessorised with a genuine Mui Mui handbag and a small soft toy dog (10p). I was accompanied by none other than David Seaman wearing his goalkeeping outfit and a £1.99 fake moustache. Despite all my protestations otherwise, I actually dislike going out nowadays. My favourite nights are those spent inside with a Chinese takeaway and a good film. It took a gargantuan effort for me to pull it together and go out.
Lesson 2: Things are alright once you step outside the front door, however ridiculous you look.
Having now experienced party’s thrown by people in nearly every possible decade I can fairly positively say that when one gets to 40 you throw caution to the wind and go for it. Very, very sensible people were dressed up to the nines, throwing their shapes on the dance floor in a much more confident way than I am sure they would have done as teenagers. The party was great, probably one of the best I have ever been to, despite not having much to drink as I was driving.
Lesson 3: By the time you get to 40 ish you are confident in yourself.
The weekend improved when the hubby (who had been so drunk he actually lost his fake moustached) actually got up with Fifi when she woke up early.
Lesson 4; Keep breathing regularly and deeply girls…
There you have it, make sure you don’t concuss yourself in the car, make the effort and go out, you get more confident with age and it’s quite easy to pull the same trick that men do. Not rocket science, but perhaps worth re-iterating. I’ll leave the rest of my weekend to your imagination…