I have spent a week or two reveling in self pity. Waiting for someone to come and give me everything I needed. I tried treating myself to facials, new clothes and time out. They helped ( new clothes always help, right?), but I was having to TAKE them for myself rather than receiving them as a gift or as recognition for all the hard work I think I do.
Snap out of it brat. Yes I can hear your thoughts and those of my husband.
Today I took the opportunity to get myself under control, cook Dave a nice (ish) dinner and pour us both a glass of wine. We sat at the table after both the kids had gone to bed and ate- slowly. What a luxury. Spicy pumpkin soup and salty cheese scones were devoured along with good bottle of red that a friend foolishly left at our house for a later date (sorry mike).
For dessert we enjoyed the smooth sounds of Fleet Foxes.
Mental note. Nothing is more therapeutic than doing something for someone else.
oh Dave just looked over his shiny apple symbol to ask 'do you wanna know who the top 10 sexy bi-lingual celebs are?'
like, yeah. gotta go.