Dustin', Dancin' and Drinkin '

FINALLY ! I am now sitting down, after a hectic week. The boys and I moved out to BMM's house just after I wrote last weeks blog, GASP , as you know opting "to stay at home to keep an eye on things". The boys and I had a great week being spoiled, an impromtu Wednesday night drinkies with the Mad One and the Caribbean Queen a little highlight, and having popped over to see how the tiler was getting on, I soon realised the decision to relocate was a good one...my house had officially turned into a building site. The contents of the kitchen, utility and hall were now in the sitting room, the boys bedrooms and the garage....luckily the hormonal rush which marred the end of last week had abated so I was able to view this without tears or tantrums, and happily returned to BMM's until the work finished on Friday. Unfortunately, I did not actually cross paths with the hot carpenter, GASP very quickly volunteering to pop in and pay him...humph ! I'm telling you if this man lays other things as well as he lays floors, his wife is a very lucky lady !
On Friday morning we packed up and that evening, after work and school, headed home, in the knowledge there was alot of dust, dirt and damp cloths ahead. We managed to get the furniture back in place and headed to bed knowing that Saturday morning would require all hands on deck. So bigfoodiemama turned to Cinderella and was to be found, after the Saturday morning fry up , in her PJ's on her hands and knees...this act in itself is not unusual for me on a Saturday morning (!!!), but the fact that I was cleaning skirting boards made it a very rare spectacle. GASP and the boys were given a list of jobs but, with delight, vacated for soccer at 12 noon. By now I was filthy, smelly, dirty and haggard but my house was spotless...well the half people see anyway. I entered the shower a scullery maid and emerged a blank canvas which had to be completed for the Baile Atha Ferdia Traders Association's dinner dance.....the BAFTA's....the night of the year in the locality. After a very quick run around Lidl to ensure we could actually eat this weekend, I headed into the hairdressers/beauticians and emerged 90 minutes later, vastly different to how I had entered and confident I could pull off my transformation. Home I went and got ready for the night, GASP having no recollection of the new black sequinned dress I had shown him 2 weeks earlier, so passed absolutely no remarks when I emerged in a new royal blue one...male oblivion can be handy girls !
The BAFTA's were, as always fabulous. Trotting Tracey, who from now on shall be known as Transformation Tracey looked like a 1950's screen siren, mravishing in red, Marie the Moocher sparkled in sequins and MILF Mullarkey was svelte and elegant. The Mad One, nominated for the Rose of Ardee looked luscious in lace and the Spud Farmer positively religious in his Pope shirt. We were "a table" ( french version) with the Legal Eagle and his beautiful wife Dazzling Dunne and enjoyed dress and people watching before hitting the dance floor. At 3.00 am I hit the mattress tired but satisfied and left all 44 bobby pins i my hair for retrieval this morning....men have no idea !!!
I met 8 of the MMM's this morning and a leisurely 5k followed by Americano saw great chat, a review of the night before, plans for the weeks ahead and lots of giggles. I am now , back on the couch, in front of the fire in my tracky bottoms in my lovely clean house, with my soon to be clean children ,and a husband for whom the GAA result might just make him want to put one in the back of the net himself later :) HAPPY DAYS !