Recovering

It’s fair to say that my hospital dash on Monday has knocked me for six. Although I’m feeling much better now, I keep nodding off at random intervals! It’s like my batteries need replacing or something. After spending most of the last three days in bed I decided that I actually wanted to get up, get dressed and leave the house. Apparently it’s been sunny and spring-like this week and I wanted to see the evidence for myself.

When the going gets tough I go to Hobbycraft and buy card-making equipment. I find wandering the aisles extremely soothing, as I browse for card toppers, paper stacks and sparkly letters. The girls have two 4th birthday parties this weekend (it’s neverending) so I have four cards to make. I’m really not very good at card-making it’s a hobby rather than a commercial venture, but it keeps me off the streets and I like doing creative things. I have a little Facebook page to display them on so I can look back at cards I’ve done before for inspiration. If you’re so inclined, a little Like on the page would make my day.

I enjoyed my brief trip out but  felt really tired so went home and watched THE KYLE. It’s the law that ill people must watch THE KYLE. I lasted one and half episodes before turning it off and doing some more of my mammoth cross-stitch project.

I was determined to accompany Dh to collect the girls from nursery as they (especially R) love it when we both go to pick them up.R rushed over to greet us….and immediately threw her arms around Dh. When he was sorting G out, R finally deigned to give me a huge hug and asked ‘Are you better?’. I dread to think what they’ve told everyone about Mummy this week. I imagine that, like everyone else, they have concluded that I’m pregnant and will be awaiting an announcement. They’re be waiting a bloody long time….

It’s book group tonight so I’m going to go along for an hour or two, clutching a bottle of water (no alcohol for me at the moment) as I have *drum roll* actually read the book this time. I need an early night anyway as Dh is on early shift tomorrow morning. He has instructed the girls to a. Give me a lie-in and b. Look after me. The chances of me achieving either are remote. I have visions of nodding off over a bowl of cornflakes.

Now that I’m on the mend, I’d quite like my subconscious to stop giving me ambulance-based nightmares where I pass out and don’t wake up. I’ve had quite enough of waking up bathed in sweat to last me a lifetime, thanks.

Book Group

I have joined the mummy book group on our road. First meeting this evening. David Copperfield. No-one discussed the book, which was good as I had only read 2% of it and had been for post work drinks with colleagues before rocking up at Mum Who Seems To Disapprove Of Us’s house 3/4 of an hour late…no-one seemed to mind and being the only Mum Of Twins has a certain novelty. Our next book is War Horse. Learnt lots of local gossip. Good fun.

***Update. I banged out this post on my phone at 00.15 this morning. The book group was interesting, but also quite scary. I knew four of the women there through other contexts:

Woman 1. Her daughter used to attend the ballet class that the girls did last term. We were quickly able to drop the girls off and run home for coffee mornings with the ex-nursery gang. Her little girl hated being left so she had to stay and watch the class every week. She’s decided not to go back this term. Apparently R and G are ‘very confident’ (and bears do their business…)

Woman 2. Works where I used to work. Cue slightly awkward conversation about the place I worked at when I was young (basically, back when I was even more of an arse than I am now) and where she still works.

Woman 3. AKA Mum Who Seems to Disapprove of Us. (her children attend the same nursery as the girls and I don’t think she can quite work out Dh and I) I’m not sure last night did anything to improve relations between us but anyway…turns out she’s also a civil servant and works for the department that my organisation is likely to be transferring over to in the next 2-3 years. She asked who I worked for. I told her. She was silent for a couple of seconds before carefully saying ‘Oh’. I’ll wear her down. She’s my new project <rubs hands gleefully yet evilly together>

Woman 4. I really, really liked her and it turned out that she was really good friends with our landlords and used to come for playdates at our house before it became our house. I said she should bring her boys round to play with R and G.

I also learnt a lot of gossip about the residents of our road (tales of CCTV cameras, burglaries and naked sunbathing), we might apply to have a street party for the Diamond Jubilee, and the school that’s no. 2 on our list but is likely to be the one the girls go to doesn’t have an after school club for the Reception children.

Arsebollocks.

Apparently the local Catholic school has a really good after school club which takes the reception kids from oher local schools. I asked if they did anything Goddy with the children (in my minds eye I could see Dh-disciple-of-Dawkins) as that might be a little unusual for the girls (I left the ‘They haven’t even been christened’ coda unsaid) and a lady sitting on the floor piped up that Actually (yes THAT actually – the ‘Ahem you’re starting to offend me’ actually) she was a Catholic. Oops…

I think the lesson I take from this is that I should NEVER, under ANY circumstances go for a quick post-work drink before attempting a new book group in which I have to impress people. Oh! I needn’t have worried about turning up late either. Two other people arrived well after I did.

I’m going to download War Horse onto my Kindle and I will damn well read it before the next meeting in March so I can sound clever and knowledgeable. I absolutely won’t discuss Catholicism, even in really oblique terms. I most certainly won’t go for a drink beforehand.