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Something I Miss About the UK:

Bartenders who know what I want when I ask for a shandy or a lemon-top, and don’t charge me for a full beer when I’m not getting that.

Beer in halves, when I don’t feel like a pint!

Something I Love about the US:

Free lemonade all night for the designated driver.  How sensible and community-minded is that?!?

Bar snacks — not that I can eat them, mind, because of the soy, but still, bar snacks are such a good thing!

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It started with a knitting group on Friday night — a chance to get away for a couple of hours, to sit amongst adults, with busy hands and lively chatter, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I came home fresh and energised.

And though I would be up later that night three times with one child and twice with the other, it mattered not one jot to me.  Because later that next day, I headed off across the city, with my wheel in the boot and the wind at my back, to sit in the company of other spinners — accomplished, inspiring fibre artists — and spin until I had…  well, not my fill — I could have spun all night — but as long as I dared stay away from the chaos that I was sure was in full swing at home.  But though I wrenched myself away early, I walked back to the car newly calm and feeling so empowered that I was almost high.  And when I got home, I found — to my utter shock — a happy husband playing happy children, who never got their nap because, as it turned out, he was enjoying being with them.  I glanced out the window to check that the Earth was still spinning on its axis.

And then he surprised me again: my mother would be arriving in an couple of hours and we — he and me — were going out to the pub, where we drank and chatted and laughed as if…  as if we remembered who we were again.  And I remembered that I really do enjoy his company — and realised how much I’d forgotten that.  And I remembered that we are each other’s best friend.

For the first time in months, I felt like myself again.  I felt like I knew who I was again.  And just like that, I have hope and enthusiasm and energy — even through the kids playing up, even when I sat down to balance the bills against the bank account…  Just like that, I feel like I can take on the world.

So if that is being myself again, then who have I been this past year?  Who has M been?  I don’t know, but I know I’d be glad to see the back of both of them.  Because being in my own skin again this weekend just felt so good.

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M popped out to the pub for a pint on Sunday night.  “Sarah…” is what he said when he got home, “Sarah…  I don’t know what she did tonight, but she looked really good, really amazing!”  This is one of the barmaids, and I know he secretly quite fancies her.  “She must have done her make-up differently tonight or something…”

“Did you tell her?” I asked.  I couldn’t help smiling, just a wee bit.  It wouldn’t have bothered me if he had.

“Nah,” he said, looking at the ground, and then glanced up and grinned.  “I’d rather tell you.”

Atta boy!

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Today I am thankful for:

  1. An hour or so in the afternoon when my daughters are napping and my husband is home.  That’s all I’m sayin’.
  2. My husband walking into town with me and the girls for a drink together at the pub, and then walking us all home again and helping to get the girls into bed, before slipping out again on his own to go back to the pub to catch the band he wanted to see.
  3. The way he is when he gets home again — jolly, lighthearted, all comedy and smiles…  just the way I love him to be.

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Today I am grateful for:

  1. The fact that it is Saturday, which means that I was not on my own today taking care of the girls after getting a scant few hours of tortuously broken sleep last night. Both girls have something that’s making their noses run and giving them sore throats (and me a bit too). They haven’t been breathing well at night — and when they don’t breathe, they don’t sleep. And when they don’t sleep, I don’t sleep. Between them, I didn’t get to bed last night until 2.30am, and then E2 had me up five times after that, before I finally got up at 9.30. I have been a zombie today.
  2. The fact that it is Saturday, which means that M was here when E1 had a massive poo during her nap which rose up and out of her nappy and went everywhere. And he was here when I went in to get E2 and discovered that she’d taken off her clothes and found a poo in her nappy and spread it all over her cot, her sheets, and herself. She must have been playing in it a good while before I discovered her because it had dried and was an absolute devil to get off. I plucked her out of the crib and delivered her to her daddy, who deposited her straight into the bath next to her sister, and then I spent a full half-an-hour scrubbing that crib. And he was here when, about 2 hours later, she did exactly the same thing in the playroom. I was in the other room and heard M suddenly bellowing as he carried her to bath again, yelling, “Keep E1 away! And clean that up, will you?!?” This is the fourth time she’s done this now — and it’s not big and it’s not clever. I really need to figure out a way of thwarting her nudist, poo-discovering tendencies. Duct-tape on her nappy…?
  3. The fact that it is Saturday and so, after an exhausting night and very trying day, M went off to the pub for a few hours after we’d got the girls in bed, and I stayed home to hold the fort. And even though I didn’t get to go with him, it made me feel really quite content for him to pop out for a drink. It felt familiar… normal… It felt just right.

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Today I am grateful for:

  1. A day at home to recuperate, forced indoors by stormy weather.
  2. An evening stroll as a family, up to town for a quick drink.
  3. E1 using a ‘big girl toilet’ at the pub, listening carefully to every instruction I gave her and doing so well at it, and wearing a huge grin at the sheer excitement of it.

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Today I am grateful for:

  1. The chance to relax at the weekend and split the childcare duties for a couple of days
  2. The chance to get away from my family a for a little while and do something for myself (a sewing class!)
  3. The chance to go out for a drink with my husband, just us, and to remember how much I enjoy his company

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