Yesterday, the kids were taken for a sleepover. ALL of them. It felt quite surreal but it was amazing not to look at our watch, gulp down the last of the wine and run back home. It was lovely to sit in a restaurant, chill, then drop in on friends for an hour before meandering home in our own time and staying up late watching Torchwood.
Getting up this morning was just plane old weird though; I usually lie in bed every morning with a loud whispered "Mum...MUM!" going off in my ear. I open one eye and grunt "Wha'...?* And then I hear a range of questions..."Can you get up and make me breakfast....I want pancakes...can I go on the computer....Fraser bumped into me and I'm BLEEDING..." I awoke early and sat bolt upright-no sound....no sounds anywhere. It just wasn't right.
We saw Ice Age 3 yesterday...I can't really tell you if it was good or bad as I had four kids with me and a husband who sat at the farthest side of the row. What with cries of 'popkorn!', 'juice' and 'toilet!!', I missed a portion of it. It seemed enjoyable though.
When Brian and I go out for dinner, we can never make up our mind where to go; we're just so happy to be out and want to try all the restaurants I've been dreaming about but never quite pin it down to a particular place. Well, I'd decided on The Left Bank on Gibson Street. My friend Ann, the lovely sleepover queen, recommended it. It looked good and we had a drink but they were too busy so we walked in and out of another three establishments before settling on the Shish Mahal on Park Road. I've not been there since it burned down years ago but it's been rebuilt for at least 5-10 years! We had a lovely curry of Lamb Salsa (me) and Chicken Korma (Brian) with fruited Nan and boiled rice.
I now get to gather my children in a big bear hug and then, along with a multitude of other parents, bairns and dogs, head for the hills for the day. I don't know if my ears can take it when all I can hear at the moment is the tap, tap, tap of the keyboard.