The days tick down to Tuesday when I go back to work, but in the meantime, we're making the most of things, despite (or perhaps because of) being woken at 5.30 every morning.
Yesterday we played with T&E and C&S and learned of C's new baby on the way. It has been creeping into my head that perhaps we could have another, but on Thursday night as we lay in bed after three hours of trying to settle our screaming child, I was utterly grateful that we had not yet gone down that road. Another? Madness.
We visited the toy library and bought the kid a birthday present and made it home in time for a quick dinner before The Boy's monograph launch.
It was a hit. The cafe at the end of our street lent us the rooftop and the place was filled with friends and friendly tunes. The print run sold out. The kid came and played for a bit and then my parents and I strolled home with him and put him to bed before I went back for possibly the first actual night out in more than a year. I had three glasses of wine and was happily drunk, and laughed and played and did not have to look for my child. As we were leaving, with effing brilliant artwork in hand, the waitress asked if anyone was blogging my outfits. I looked "amazing". I felt amazing. That's what flocked aqua plastic sandals and fluorescent orange fishnets will do.
The amazingness wore off at 5.15 this morning when the kid woke up. Perhaps the booze was still in my boobs, though. Cos for only the second time ever, he went back to sleep after his feed, sprawled across my belly which this time a year ago was gearing up to send him out.