absolutely not excited

Murphey's Law and I have a problem.

Last night, I hurried the small ones off to bed- I had a bottle of champagne chilled in the fridge, a ridiculously expensive punnet of strawberries, and even my favourite, fanciest glasses in the freezer to get super-cold. Shan and I got our various night-time-jobs done, and then went to open the bubbles. My hand was in the fridge when Bee, who'd been fussing about going to sleep and who I'd already been in to see about five times by now, cried out again. I sighed. Mumbled. Closed the fridge and went to investigate. She'd vomited everywhere.

So instead of drinking the champagne I was really looking forward to, I cleaned up vomit. And then spent a large part of the night on the bathroom floor/cleaning vomit/getting up and down eleventy billion times. Yayness.

Last month, Shan and I went away for the night for my birthday- we're lucky to have two nights a year child free, and we were staying in a fancy hotel with a marble spa bath, romantic turn down, the works. The plan was to go out beforehand for cocktails and tapas, which just happen to be two of my favourite things. Three days before we were due to go away, Mum got sick. She was well *just* in time to babysit as planned, but I played a few frantic mindgames of what-the-hell-am-I-going-to-do.

We dropped the small ones off, and stopped for lunch on the way. And I got food poisoning. So instead of wandering around the little French patisserie, the wine cellars....I curled up on the bed in a ball and watched a show on hoarders. {Thankfully, it was mild food poisoning}.

It just so happens that next weekend, Shan and I have lucked out with another child-free night- I bought tickets to a show nearly six months ago, and the time has come. A bit of quick Googling, and we've found a dumpling bar nearby for dinner beforehand.

So in case the universe is listening..... I am Absolutely Not In The Slightest Bit Excited About Next Weekend.

{We're attempting a re-do of the champagne tonight. And as luck would have it, I'm too tired to get excited about that.}