The sun is on my neck, and I feel incredibly drowsy.
After ten days apart, Mr Nice and I have been errr … catching up this week, and seeing each other every spare minute that work, kids and life left us, which means very few daytime minutes and world-class bags under our eyes.
I am also feeling curiously torn between two diametrically opposed aspects of my personality.
On the one hand, in case you had any doubts, I am a highly
dull, anxious and responsible adult, holding down a demanding job and caring for two little kids day-in, day-out. All my life I have pretty much been a good, sensible girl, indulging in only the rarest bouts of pure lunacy mild extravagance.
However, the demented teenager in me got let loose about a year ago, and has been rattling the cage ever since. At times, my responsibilities still feel way too heavy for one person, and I feel a compelling urge to abdicate, go mad and have mindless, selfish fun.
Where it gets even funnier, is that the demented teenager has to co-habitate with the anxious, responsible adult who is currently preoccupied with finding a zillion good reasons to not under-any-circumstances-fall-for Mr-Nice-however-nice-he-is-ha.
I tell you what, there’s a fair bit of door slamming and I-hate-yous going on in my mind at the moment…
Still, you will be pleased to know that so far, the anxious, responsible adult is still winning, and that my children have been spared the embarrassment of a mum wearing inch thick eye liner, getting loaded and clubbing every night…
Though on reflection, I may still have to wear some glittery eye shadow and dance like a maniac while I cook dinner tonight.
This is my current demented teenager dance anthem, to be listened to loud and with a LOT of bass:
The potbelleez – From the music