Silver Linings

I'm tired. Bet lots of you are too. The build up to Christmas can be a bit relentless in some ways. Today I was particularly tired. But I had the sitting room ready for a delivery this morning, all furniture pushed to one end of the room, other than the world's ugliest sofa which Helen and I dragged outside onto the front lawn. (We now look like the neighbourhood trailer trash until we can get the council to do a heavy goods pick up. Eeeek!)

Then I finally got my much longed for new, improved, not nearly so ugly sofa. It took the girls and I a good long while to get it put together this morning. (Himself was out working.) The sofa is from Ikea so it needed the ubiquitous allen key and the ability to decipher line drawings to make it whole.

We did it though. And shortly thereafter we had to go out for the remainder of the day. The girls were supposed to go to the pantomime with my dad, his partner and her granddaughters. Only my dad hasn't been feeling well (not serious) and couldn't go. I was asked to attend in his place. Ashamedly I didn't really want to go because I have things to do, blah, blah, blah. Your basic tired and grumpy person.

We were supposed to have lunch with their step-gran and step-cousins before the show. I couldn't join them as I still didn't have food in for two guests tonight - the step-cousins. It was 2pm before I ate anything today. It was just one of those days.

I went into the show with the totally wrong attitude. Someone give me a good slap. Because I deserve it. My poor dad wanted to go and he couldn't.

And the show was brilliant. Laugh out loud funny. It was just what I needed. Plus the tickets my dad had bought included a meet and greet with some of the stars after the show. I thought it would be a whole lot of people who got to do this but it was only a small handful and the girls totally loved it.

This is them with Peter Pan, and with Wendy. Anyone who lives within driving distance to Milton Keynes and enjoys a good pantomime - go see Peter Pan. It will cheer you up to no end. Worked a treat on me.

Plus I am home to my new sofa now, and I love it. And am very lucky to have it. What's a little busyness and tiredness before Christmas after all. It's part and parcel of being a mum. Next time I am feeling like moaning someone best tell me to 'suck it up rubber duck' because my life is full of good stuff and I need to remember that at all times.

Susan