Sunday, 28 February 2010

A tale of 2 weekends

On Friday night I did a supermarket shop on my way home from work. I then came home, made tea and was in bed by 9.30pm exhausted.

On Saturday I did some laundry, cleaned the kitchen, watched the rugby (how bad can we be? gutted doesn't begin to cover how I feel about our 6 nations), went for a run and was in my jammies by 6pm and stayed up late (ie after 10pm), as there was a Taggart on ITV3.

Today I will be doing my usual walk down for the Sunday Times, making food, cleaning up and as it's Sunday, I will have the giddy delights of the ironing. You wish you were me now, don't you?

My Eldest Beautiful Daughter was collected by Hot Boy on Friday night, taken out for the evening clubbing and as I live in mummy denial land I believe that she had to stay at his place, in his spare room, as they had an early start on Saturday morning. Let's leave it there.

My daughter spent her Saturday shopping in Birmingham, she had lunch out and drank 2 glasses of champagne in Selfridges. She then got glammed up and went to a party on Saturday evening. She returned at feck it's early or feck it's late depending on your age.

Her Sunday will be spent in bed reading the Sunday Times I have collected and being brought cups of tea and Ibuprofen.

And she will still look luminous and fresh faced and beautiful even with the hangover and the no sleep and despite me having more sleep in a night than she has in a weekend, she'll be raring to go and I'll be ready for my jammies at 6pm again.

11 comments:

slommler said...

Has to be a sin!! I can't stay up late now...even if paid!! I feel your pain.
I partied a bit last night and was home by 9PM!! See what a night owl I have become!?!
Hugs
SueAnn

libby said...

Oh I know this place...its 'my god my face and body and just beyond it now...' and being in bed, alone, with a book and the tv remote and a cup of chocolate milk feels like heaven on a stick, and your 18 yr old daughter is living the life that you still remember in your head............but at least you ran AG..I am mightily impressed and wish I ran...a steep flight of stairs can do me in ....
shall we drink champagne in Birmingham sometime? there must be an old ladies venue somewhere ....

Heather said...

ack, it makes you sick doesn't it? all that and still looking radiant. Those were the days.

Gigi said...

I'm with you - pj's by 6:00; bed by 9:00. Although last night I was up till *gasp* 11:00!!

And no, I'm not looking radiant, dammit.

Mrs Worthington said...

It's amazing isn't it that the mind is wlling but the body is weak as you get older vis a vis partying. I can't do one night late + alochol nevermind 2 without it having a serious toll for the rest of the week and plukes erupting all over me mush

Working Mum said...

In bed by 9.30, laundry on Saturday, ironing on Sunday - I think I have your life!

However, I don't have a stop out daughter, I have stop out parents!

diney said...

Life is unfair! They have all the fun and we have all the crap, but I suppose we had our turn?!

Kelloggsville said...

oooo - I love champagne at Selfridges and yep - I was ironong with you not slurping with her!

Lena said...

.....and you wouldn't have it any other way...! I've tried lots of times and failed....ah, mother's love, eh?

Laura said...

Yeah for jammies at 6pm

Muddling Along Mummy said...

Ah but there is something wonderful about jammies at 6pm (that said I'm still wearing mine at nearly 10am ... think of it more as lounge wear !)