Why are holidays so exhausting? It might have something to do with the fact that we went away…. We left Plymouth!
Sunday evening we travelled to Frome to see my auntie, uncle and the two most handsomely scrummy boys! Staying with them was amazing, on the first night we went up to bed and had love hearts on our pillows (It was valentines day so cute.) We got engulfed in the world of Twirlywoo’s and potty training which actually was a lot of fun. I think we made 2 new best friends in the space of 2 days.
Our next stop on Tuesday was Julie and Alan’s house where Josh educated me more on Wolverhampton we went to west park and had orange chips which I would like to explain to everyone who hasn’t had them… They are delicious! However their portions were MASSIVE!
We left on Thursday buy instead of going straight home we headed to the Black Country Museum which was scary and interesting as they had real life people dressed up acting as if they work their, in period costume, so if you walked into a house you might find a lady washing clothes or a teacher in the infant school or a chain maker who actually made a chain link in front of us which was crazy fascinating, their was also a fun fair that was all original. It was quite an amazing couple of hours out and from there we headed home and got burger king on the way which was scrummy because we were so hungry!!
We had a lovely break away and this is just a quick overview, we love that we are lucky enough to be able to crash at families houses so that we can explore or babysit we wouldn’t change our holiday!!!
I got home from work and put a baggy jumper on, umpteen pairs of socks (I have the coldest feet known to mankind) and my hubby’s polar bear pyjama trousers and threw my hair into a pony tail out of the way, then as I left the room I caught myself in the mirror as he will see me after working 12 hours and then I thought to how he see’s me every morning strewn over the bed because he’s left it to get dresses and I’m still dribbling with my hippie hair engulfing my face quite possibly snorting….
And this is a daily thing unless it’s his day off then he takes over the bed with dribble and snoring!!
Not cool Hannah, not cool!
So I sit here at the kitchen table trying to solve my faux pas and current the main decision is WEAR CLOTHES THAT FIT! Instead of my husband coming home to a tramp/druggie looking wife maybe keep my jeans and bra on (I know bra’s suck) until he gets home even if it’s 9 o clock he’s totally worth it!
Even though this sounds like a beat myself up post (which it’s not as I’m sure many of you share my faux pas as it happens when you are so comfy with someone they are yours and I’m glad I feel this comfy with my better half) it’s really a reminder that no matter how gross I look I can guarantee that at least once a day I will get a text or a face to face “You look beautiful” comment and I won’t believe it but every time he says it I’m smile that little bit bigger or walk that little more confident and remember someone in this dreadful planet chose to love me… had the choice… picked me… and that is what makes the world slowly but surely a better place.