Right, the self pitying moaney, whining crap is over with.
I had a massive clear out this weekend, honestly, housework is therapeutic, I feel so much better now, plus you can actually walk into my bedroom and see the floor. It feels sooo good.
I was ruthless, I even tidied out my make up which turned out to be a brilliant idea because I found 2 brand new Benefit lipsticks and my sparkly Christian Dior lip gloss in the silver box with Swarovski crystals which I thought I’d lost.
Tonight I’m going to tackle my bags and shoes……..which may take some time!
It was my birthday last week and I was 31. 31 is so much worse than 30. I am really having trouble accepting the fact that I’m slightly over the hill now and maybe I should throw out anything with a hemline above the knee and maybe it’s time to stop pretending I’m a grown up and actually be a grown up.
My son made me feel really old yesterday in the car on our way to MacDonalds when he asked me what my favourite toy was when I was a little girl and I told him I liked Barbie dolls and he was shocked and said “but they didn’t have Barbies when you were young did they” at which point I burst out laughing and said “of course they did” to which he replied “Oh right, but they were all wooden weren’t they”?
At which point I burst out crying.
Well not really but my hysterical laughing turned into a kind of strangled squealing sound and I realised my 9 year old son thinks I’m ancient.
So to make myself feel better I said “Ryan, I’m not that old you know, I’m younger than your friends mums”
“No you’re not, Ben’s mum is only 29”
(So now I’m getting desperate)
“Oh right, well I bet she’s fat though”
“Not really she’s well thinner than you”
By now I had lost the will to live and when we reached the drive through and he wanted a McFlurry for his lunch I didn’t have the energy to say no.
I suppose there’s always Botox. (and Slimfast).
