bigfoodiemama

So we move on from "one of those days" to one of those weeks, when yet again the "she shall have NO social life this year" fairy waved her wand. I had managed to have a good pre-christmas-party exfoliation in the shower after the vomiting incident, aware that Friday night was coming and I would need to be tanning on Thursday having moisturised on Wednesday.....fat chance !On Tuesday night we went to bed when I started shivering, chattering and goosebumping, to the extent that I put my dressing gown on, over a top and tracksuit bottoms and was still cold ! Not a good feeling and not a good look. I was about to compare myself to Bernard Dunne going into the ring but I am more of a Mike Tyson really. Wednesday was was feeling lousy and poor baby was still off his food but we survived and were well and truly sick of looking out at snow by now. Wednesday night same shivers followed by some very attractive sweating led me to head to the docs on Thursday, my saviour coming

It started off very well, considering there was a further 4 inches of snow and GASP had had to move the Renault off the drive again, where I had attempted another Evil Knievel stunt.The journey to work was tricky but I got there and a good day at work was had, particularly because it was Christmas lunch in the canteen. This made everyone forget the budget as they got 4 courses for 7 euro !I managed to get up the seriously steep hill to the childminders ( my saviour)with only a wee skid at the start and both boys were happy to see me. Then it started. When I was half way home on a very snowy road the baby threw up all over himself and his car seat. I stopped, put a towel over him, managed to pull out of the side of the road and parked at the bottom of the drive deciding that GASP would actually kill me if if I grounded the car for a third time. I carried baby and car seat, while eldest son carried my handbag and the rucksack across the (6 inch deep with snow) front lawn. I stripped off

In the current climate of ice, snow and slush it is really fab to be 40 ! The reason for this is that I have gone past the stage of having to look totally fabulous in adverse weather conditions, choosing instead to be dry, warm and safe.All week I have put on my work suit, but underneath there was a littel vest, two pairs of socks ( one pair belonging to GASP) and my 20 year old hiking boots. With my scarf and warm coat, I may not have cut a fashion swathe but I was warm,did not fall over and my lovely shiny ankle boots were dry when I changed into them in my office. Today bet all though. I had to attend a funeral of an old family friend this morning, down wee back roads, which have seen many a John Deere but never a Gritter. The tiny road up to the church was treacherous ( really treacherous.....not like they use the word on traffic watch). As I sat in Fat Freddies warm car in the car park, after quite a hair raising journey, I was in a lovely pair of grey and pink pinstripe trousers