I have very mixed feelings about this Friday seeing as it is my last one on maternity leave. Next week I’ll be getting up when the alarm goes and getting ready to go to work. It has been playing on my mind a lot this week and has left me feeling a bit rubbish, which has then annoyed me because I feel I should be making the most of the last few days of maternity leave. I’m not going to lie, I’m dreading the return (especially after seeing my timetable) but I just keep telling myself it’s only for three days a week.
I’m still reading “The Life Changing Magic of Not Giving a F**k” and I’m really enjoying it. I am such a worrier of what other people think and I love how it looks into the reasoning behind that. If you are a bit of a people pleaser I’d certainly recommend it. I worry sometimes that I’m a bit of a pushover and one of my aims for this year is to be more assertive, not in an arsey way but in a “I’m a grown up married lady with two kids and I don’t need to take your shit” kind of way.
We managed a date day on Saturday so we headed to the Trafford Centre for cocktails and watched Trainspotting 2. One of our very first dates, back when I was 16, was to watch the first Trainspotting and we listened to the soundtrack constantly in his Ford Escort (before it got stolen from outside my mum and dads house, oops!)
Not a lot, although we did make our restaurant reservations for Disneyland Paris. Does that count??
Nothing overly exciting but the faux leather trousers did come out again last Saturday.
And I actually wore leopard print, for possible the third time in my life. I think I like it!
My husband was very disappointed that Born Slippy didn’t make an appearance in the new Trainspotting so we had a listen to it on YouTube. Still a great song 20 years on.
Seeing as it is my last Friday on maternity leave I’m just going to finish with a picture of me and my baby boy, proof that dreams really do come true.