I woke up feeling dreadful this morning and it got no better – super grumpy. Kids bickering really doesn’t help with that super grumpiness as it turns out and I got very miserable thinking about another five weeks of school hols.
Then I felt guilty that I wasn’t enjoying spending time with my lovely, sweet children. In my defence, they were being far from sweet and lovely. DS1 seems to struggle with a lack of routine (few of us around), DD is clearly bored, and DS2 bears the brunt of their winding up.
But we were out this afternoon and I cannot tell you how much better I felt once in the company of good friends and a bottle of Cava. I didn’t drink the whole bottle myself obviously, that would be very irresponsible…
However, a glass and a half of the stuff and chatting to some very lovely friends really made the difference to my mood.
I didn’t intend this next bit to be the point of this post, but it’s worked out this way:
Now I know it was the company of friends that actually made the difference, and the Cava was just a nice bonus, but I can see how easy it would be to think that the Cava made the difference.
Perhaps DH has forgotten that although he was drinking a lot, maybe it was being around friends that actually made him feel better. Being out isn’t a bad thing.