Right then, so I got cabin fever yesterday and got my lovely man to drive me to Bicester Village (15mins away) to have lunch. Except we missed lunch so it was tea.
I don't know how the days drift past at the moment, it ends up being the afternoon when it should really still be the morning.
So..... we had the most amazing and delicious meal I can ever remember. I think my lack of getting out for the last seven weeks has skewed my opinion of the meal, but no matter. (If you are new to reading my blog you will have missed me whinging about having glandular fever aka infectious mono for the last seven weeks!)
AND..... I probably shouldn't mention this but... I did have a small glass of Rioja too. Personally, if I have good food, a glass of good wine and good company, that is enough for me and I am in heaven. Which is precisely where I was for an hour.
And then I crashed.
I got home and felt sick, had a temperature and the all too familiar headache. Now I feel washed out.
I don't like this illness. I am getting stronger everyday and I shouldn't complain. It isn't like I have something that isn't going to get better.
But I am bored. I'm stir crazy. I want to go back to work. I want to see my friends again. I want to visit my dad. I want to be there for my kids and I want to tidy and clean my house.
(Offload now completed - please continue having a lovely Easter).
On the upside though, I have realised so many things:
- how lovely and supportive my friends are
- that I had far too many balls in the air and it was good to stop
- that I was eating and drinking too much because I was too busy and stressed
- what my focus is and what I should be doing in this section of my life
- that I need to look after myself better and not cave to guilt or pressure
- that my kids have grown up loads and aren't needing me so much
- that folks get on perfectly well without me
- that blogging and drawing is easy for me, whereas reading books is harder
- that I don't miss chocolate or coffee or drinking wine at home
- but I do miss going out and having lunch with friends
- that my ex husband is incredibly kind and understanding
- and so is my new man who has been looking after me loads.
I am still glad to have had this time to learn these things. I wonder how much more time it will take before I am better?