What a week! I am a Glam-ma!
Princess gave birth to an adorable little boy last weekend. It seems only right that we keep it royal, so for the purpose of this blog, he shall be known as Prince. ❤ It was a tough day for all concerned, but the end result was divine.
I managed to somehow miss Dumbass and his little family altogether. Not sure how that actually happened but it was a bonus.
It wasn't the original plan, but I ended up being there for the birth. I can only hope that my unusual coaching method actually did some good. I guess another unusual thing this new grandmother did was head straight from the birthing suite to a date lol. I was a little overwhelmed by Cable Guy's attention so when the Brit popped back into town and suggested a drink, I jumped at the chance. It was a little later than expected by the time I got there, but it was great to catch up with him. There's no romantic future there, but gee he makes me laugh. It was a nice relaxing end to a huge day.
The following days saw meltdowns galore. The Protester's anxiety was through the roof, Princess and her hormones were predictably nuts and I struggled with grandparenthood, persistent men and life in general. I decided to take a week off work because quite simply it was the only thing in my life I could alter to relieve some stress. I was so wound up I thought I might snap. In amongst everything stood my amazingly practical and organised mother. We are all so blessed that she is in our lives.
Cable Guy doesn't seem to want to go away. I made a decision yesterday to perhaps just give him a go? To stop chatting to everyone else and not be so frightened by his niceness. So, decision kinda made….and then a couple of hours later his flowers arrive at my door! Roses with a card saying "Thanks for being you". Awwww. I have waited my whole life to receive flowers from a man and I was touched. Admittedly, I wasn't as touched as I should be….but lukewarm is better than cold. Right?
I'm just lacking enthusiasm in everything right now….I think it's a self-preservation thing to stop me getting so overwhelmed. Anyway, we'll see what happens.
Don't stop believing. xx
Soooo…I went on a second date with Cable Guy last night. Days of his constant sweet texting saw us have dinner and a stroll. Food was good. Conversation was good. Weather was good. It was good. He is polite, courteous and attentive. I’m just not feeling it. A super sweet message when I got home “thanking me for just being me” made me sigh. Cable Guy is quite smitten…but I don’t think I am. There’s no flip floppy tummy, no excitement, no “it”. I’ll see how it pans out, but I’m really unsure.
I won’t have time to worry about him this weekend though….I have far too much going on! My Mum arrives on Friday. Princess gets induced and I will meet my grandson! And…Dumbass, the Whore and the Lust Child will be in town for the birth. I am a bundle of anxiety! I am well and truly over Dumbass…that’s not an issue…but I have yet to face the Whore and the Lust Child so it will be interesting. I will do it and all will be fine, but it ain’t gonna be easy! I think though that it’s a good thing we are all able to do these kind of things and somehow share major events in our kids’ lives.
The next update I give you, I will be a “Glamma”…because I’m far too glamorous to be a Grandma. 😉
Wish me luck!
Don’t stop believing. xx
It’s been a weird kind of week.
An uneasy sense of civility has been restored with G-Man. It’s not ideal, but helps me to function in my fairyland world.
Bear has gone. He came over last weekend to hang out. The Protester wasn’t very nice to him….for all her faults she’s not normally disrespectful to guests so it was unusual. I haven’t heard from him since but I’m not really bothered. Anybody who knows anything about me would agree that someone who has to attend court-appointed anger management really isn’t the man for me.
The Protester and I talked about things the next day….and she admitted that she probably has her own G-Man issues. She’s comparing men to G-Man and that’s not fair. It made me a little sad that she too missed the “good” G-Man.
I went out for dinner with a treasured friend midweek….ate, talked and had a good time. I’d forgotten how gentlemen act so it was a good reminder.
Anyway, organised a last minute coffee date with a man I had only just started communicating with. Met him last night, drank coffee and chatted. I brought him home, fed him dinner, watched the footy and chatted some more. He’s a “newbie” to singledom so quite timid, but very sweet. He has been very attentive and has texted all day and we’re doing dinner on Wednesday night. No “spark” as yet, but he’s interesting enough for me to want to learn more. He explained what he does for work but I kinda zoned out. It involved cables…so he will be known as Cable Guy.
It really shouldn’t have, but the week has left me feeling empty and a little weepy. Icecream helped a bit, so I’m going to assume I’m hormonal.
The next week is going to be huge! Lots going on that I will fill you in on later in the week. 😉
Don’t stop believing. xx
The words above are the reason why things have yet again gone pear-shaped with G-Man. 😦
A very brief return to friendship went sour this week when I mistook a request for a favour from him. The best of intentions can turn around and bite you on the arse very quickly….so now we are most definitely not on speaking terms yet again.😣 The situation has confused me greatly, but without going into details, I will continue doing what I do….exercise understanding and forgiveness….no matter how difficult that may be.
It’s been a really shitty week, really. The kind of week where misery is written on your face and strangers offer a hug? I could do with a big, protective “Bear” hug, but he’s working.
The Princess called in and I snapped at her so she left. The Protester is getting cranky with me, so I am now breaking my golden rule…and having a couple of drinks by myself. Drinking is a social thing for me, so I tend to avoid it when I’m alone, but I have to say that it’s feeling ok right about now. A few glasses of wine, music, footy…and I’ll probably be in bed by 7pm. All good.:)
Don’t stop believing. xx
Not sure what the hell is going on but I just can’t seem to do anything right at the moment! I’ve had only the best of intentions but everything is all arse-up.
I’m blaming the moon or the retrogrades or whatever. Bring on the new moon, and stop this lunar-cy!!!!
Don’t stop believing. Don’t stop believing. Don’t stop believing. Don’t stop believing. Don’t stop believing.