Costa with friends
Life is always so exhausting I’ve barely had time to see friends. Weekends are spent doing some child friendly activity one day and recovering or catching up on jobs the next.
Every time I meet up with friends and our children it’s so hard to focus my brain on a conversation as I’m regularly being interrupted or having to multitask so that Emily is also having fun. It just feels like doing everything at 50%, or probably less as I’m so exhausted, and I end up frustrated by the whole thing.
I always assume mums that work part time fill their days meeting up with friends and having coffee dates so I feel like a bit of a loser admitting that I saw no friends outside of work in January or February. My weeks are so draining that by the weekend I’m reluctant to commit to any social activities…when ultimately I realise that even introverts do need time with friends to stay happy.
But this month we actually got organised and three work friends and I went out for coffee on our lunch break. Obviously an hour isn’t a huge amount of time for four people to catch up but it definitely made me happier than microwaving soup and sitting at my desk doom scrolling social media.
A good swimming lesson
I am such a moody swimmer. We got to a council pool for lessons and I love that it is cheap but bloody hate how cold it is.
Emily has a very mixed attitude and generally needs a lot of persuasion and reassurance. But one Saturday she was so confident out of the blue, still holding onto a float, but otherwise properly swimming. Most of all her big smile was amazing and she looked so proud of herself.
Garforth Garden Centre
All the best places were full for brunch the day before Valentines but then I remembered Garforth Garden Centre.
Although I fundamentally disagree with the decision to stop serving the full English at 11am the club sandwich was pretty good.
Anxious People book
In January I read The Beekeeper of Aleppo and although it was moving and well written, it was a really hard read. I naively thought there would be some happy moments, but unsurprisingly as a book about refugees there were none.
I need uplifting novels as some escapism so found Anxious People. Now this is a spoiler but one you’d read in chapter one so seems fair to point out that it is about a newly made single parent. After the other parent had an affair with our protagonist’s boss they soon become unemployed, homeless and jobless…which results in being about to lose access to the children. The desperate response to this is a terrible attempt at a bank robbery.
Now by this point I was absolutely fed up at how missold I had been about an ‘uplifting’ book. But I stuck with it and even cried (potentially PMT fuelled) happy tears before the end.
Fields Sunday Roast
At the risk of sounding like a garden centre enthusiast this is the second garden centre lunch on the list this week.
I didn’t photograph my lunch (as I had company and felt like a knob pausing conversation to faff around getting the right angle) but it was Instagram worthy.
And very tasty.
Pass the parcel
A last minute request made by Emily to celebrate my dad’s 69th birthday with pass the parcel was initially quite annoying. I’d been ill at work all day and suddenly had to detour to morrisons when I desperately wanted to be in pyjamas in a quiet room.
But sometimes I need to stop being grumpy and do something different and it was fun to watch Emily enjoy herself (when I’d normally be focused on getting an efficient bath time sorted).
Coffee date with my little friend involving a good piccolo and crouxnut (croissant donut)