Buttercupchappati Chronicles

feeling the [girlfriend] love

Fantastic couple of days, really since Tuesday, where I have been able to either spend face to face time or spend talk time (love skype) with all my best girls. Best medicine.

Last night a dinner with a friend from way back in High School, her husband made a telling comment as they were going home: "How old were you two when you met?" "Twelve" was the answer. His comeback, "and you've been talking about your mothers ever since?"

Well, yes.

And even although there have been long, long gaps where we haven't seen each other, the conversation is always just as though we've paused to take a breath. (Although in reality, I don't think much breathing is involved when we do get together, takes away from valuable talking time.)

And then the sad,

for me,

being such a sooky mother.

The number two son is making his move on leaving the nest. He's going to go the London road for a bit and see what's there for him. It will be great, he will love it and he will learn so much about himself and his fellow earth monkeys. I am very very happy, except for that part of me that is very very sad. One eye is crying a little, secretly, when no-one is looking. Just a warm up. The hardest part? He is probably departing while I am away and so won't be here when I get home.

Still, it's a good excuse to visit London, not that I need much encouragement in that direction anyway! And he might be homesick and home by then .... not!

oh my god, I'm getting old!

When did the morning latte become an extreme sport?

And one that involves small children running around on a sugar high thanks to the marshmallows in the baby chino

Tiffany
Brittany
cacophany - oh no, wait that's noise levels

Ladies, please, keep it down, all that competitive screeching, (and that's the mothers not the children).

Didn't you burn off all that excess energy at pilates?

Now I do remember the desperate cabin fever of having small children, and the feeling that your adult life has just been completely swallowed up with the demands of little humans (at least that's what the midwife told you it was). I recall the longing for being able to walk out the door with just the car keys and the wallet; to have time to sit with friends and chat without having to gulp those last mouthfuls of coffee because the kid-o-metre is on empty and the scream-o-metre is just about to kick in. So I am not unsympathetic to the cause.

But oh my, its a jungle out there. Thank the gods for double shot take-aways, because I'm not made of stern enough stuff!