It was a weekend of old friends...
to sum up my weekend in London....AWESOME!!!!!
Scout and I ......definitely I.....soaked up every second of being with our friends. We stayed with the lovely Kate, Leigh and Aiden and it felt like coming home. Aiden and Scout were very sweet, what a gorgeous, gorgeous boy he is, if he didn't already have a little girlfriend I might be whispering words into Scout's ear. We met little Peyton, who reminded me again of the miracle of a new life, she is tiny.....was Scout ever so tiny?
We played in the park, we were surrounded by love, and friends who really care how we are and go that extra mile to look after us with the Mr. A being away.
It was a weekend of firsts too....
I broke my New Years Resolution and had a girly night with the divine Vix....it involved cocktails and dancing......Mr. A was very proud when he called yesterday morning! ha ha.
Scout got put on the naughty spot by someone other than her mother.....who was absolute hysterics watching someone else trying to discipline MY crazy child.
I managed to get through a disaster without becoming a hysterical banshee...I think I have come to terms with Mr. A being away, and as Wendy puts it : PUT MY BIG GIRL PANTS ON.
It was a weekend of new friends....
I got to know one of my husband's closest friends a bit better. I love having new friends....it is so much fun!
It was a weekend of heroes....
Okay, so in my eyes, I surround myself with friends who I think are heroic in one way or another.By being around them, I learn and grow. I take a leaf out of their books and try to better myself....
But last night I just needed a plain old hero....
Mr. A ..in trying to make my life easier in his absence organised with Robin to get our car serviced. So after a LOONNNGGG drive back from London last night we got to Lympstone and here we parted ways with our car....and Robin....and continued the trip to Plymouth in Robin's car........seems simple enough right? Here is someone doing us a very fine deed.........but why did no-one warn him that it was me he was helping......the one-woman-walking-disaster?So Scout and I pull into our parking area, and I begin the gathering of the stuff into my black-hole-at-the-bottom handbag.....and before I can even put my hand on the car door to get out and get my sleeping child into bed.......my heart sinks.....and sinks......and sinks
I need house keys to get into my house.
My house keys are on my car keys.
I am not in my car.
My car is in Lympstone.
oh poo!
So dear, dear Robin who was so tired and had been so looking forward to his bed had to drag himself out into the chilly night and drive another 45 miles....never mind the couple of hundred he had just done.....to bring me my keys....and by now it was way the wrong side of midnight....so what could I do but offer him the pinky, flowery hues of Scout's room to rest his head....and my penance for being so forgetful....my child kicking and wiggling and worming all night in our bed...not even a pillow barrier kept her from using me as a punchbag.......
the good news is I managed this latest calamity with only a few tears......so hysterical banshee I am not anymore.......oh yay.
PS. Rob - you have won a lifetime supply of cowboy cookies.
