Oh it’s a funny old life. Two month’s after Mark left, Kath’s husband packed up his little suitcase and disappeared off into the yonder after him.
All of a sudden we were single Mummies, and I went from feeling like the most deserted woman on the planet to feeling like I had a partner in crime on the verge of a big adventure…
So ok it’s hardly an adventure and there have been far too many nights sat sobbing together over a
Hormones compromise our sanity. We take turns alternatively being strong and weeping all over our matching Laura Ashley rugs. We moan about the kids because we are their Mums and it is our perogative. We dream of January when they will toddle off to afternoon daycare on a daily basis while we get hyper on super strong coffee. And above all else we analyse every daft thing our ex partners say and declare ourselves well rid…
Of course we are not the same. We have each handled the shock that is sudden desertion in our own way. Kath is dignified. Quietly and oh so justifiably disgusted with her husbands behavior. Given to cooking portions of food to leave on my doorstep, and tidying her wardrobe at two o’clock in the morning. I talk too much. Fall apart a bit. Tell the world everything I think and feel. Make friends with Mark and fall dramatically, stupid in love with someone else…
We hate Saturdays. Saturdays are Daddy days and all of a sudden we are surplus to requirements. Not welcome on the weekly visits to the pictures, or the park, or indeed on the obligatory visits to McDonalds. So instead we entertain ourselves.
We eat vats of popcorn in the cinema watching bad films Kath must take responsibilty for. We trail around Marks and Spencers choosing organic banana’s and worrying about whether there will be any parma ham left on the shelves. We drink more coffee than is necessary and debate the merits of drinking red wine in the afternoons. We giggle. We moan. We cry. And sometimes like today we nearly fall into our shopping trolleys laughing.
We are Waitrose girls. But she makes me do bad things. And today doing bad things meant venturing into the hellhole that is Aldi (strange, cheap, European supermarket) and leaving our snobbery at the door. Getting excited about foriegn looking
Then it was a quick dash through the rain to a snuggly pub with coal fires, a shared plate of antipasti, and some twinkly
Now I am here.And she is fifteen doors down the road. The babba’s are in bed, and although on nights like tonight it feels as if the whole world is out having a good time, there is something super snuggly about eating bad chocolate with Casualty and a pile of magazine’s and knowing that within two minutes either of us could be at the others, baby in a sleeping
How Fun! Hanging out with a good friend or two can be so fun, especially when you need a good cry or laugh! Do me a favor and have a piece of chocolate and a little wine for me! My four boys have colds tonite and daddy's out serenading at some lovely wedding which will be featured on Style television soon! Have a good night! Susana
I'm so glad you have each other lean on and understand. Have a cozy night.
How lucky you are to have each other for support and fun. Enjoy !
I'm so glad that you have someone in a similar situation (though, that sounded like I was glad you had to go through it all, but I think you know what I mean :)…it really does help to have someone who *really* knows what its like.
By the way, I'm a closet fan of Aldi…its true…
I'm so glad to hear that you both have found a friend who understands whole heartedly the situations you guys are in. It’s so much better to go through it with someone than alone. And it sounds like you two are having some good fun. I kinda miss that. Having a good friend is very precious indeed. Have much deserved fun girls;and do tell of your shopping excursions.
Annabelle ~^..^~ xo
What fun you have….how wonderful to live where there is so much adventure. Take advantage of it!!!! Be true to yourself and enjoy what life brings your way!
I loved reading this. I was laughing along with the pair of you. You will survive Alison, this proves it. Have a great evening and don't drink all that wine…!
Hi Alison and all!
What are you like girls! : )
I can find myself in many things you mention, often I thank God that because of Him I found true innner Peace and the deeper meaning and purpose of Life and what the 'role'of others and myself is, in it! I'm glad that you have good friends who are there for you, I have them too but my biggest Friend is the Lord…He never fails or leaves me, guides me through everything….knows exactly what I need etc. I pray that this will be for you aswell dear…Love and hugs, Cindy
The Aldis in the UK are better than the US – better selection of veggies – I bought wonderful leeks there – I like the people in there – many are impoverished or on a tight budget – humble and respectable trying to stretch their food dollar, makes me think. Lots of little old ladies – I think the booze isnt bad – the Winking Owl merlot is good and the harvati cheese is OK. They also have bags of frozen mixed berries (not strawberries) which are great and
inexpensive. Waitrose is great too – I got half price quails eggs there – we had them with salt and drinks.
Aah…ALDI, the dusty place where produce goes to die. I went once , being an M&S manager, I had to sate my curiosity as to the netherworld of supermarkets. All I came out with was an itchy head. Arguments of snobbery, how other live etc. aside, a HUUUGE part of our store's demographic is the pensioner. They all must live by my mantra…"Quality NOT quantity." Glad you got youself a dancing partner and hope you have many evenings ahead of glugging vats of red. Just don't drive into the canyon with her!
Its lovely that you have a friend to go on this journey with,but Alison…keep away from Aldi, its not big and its not clever, and the wine is like paint stripper.:)
So much nicer when a road is travelled along with a friend.
Oh don't be too harsh on Aldi. Yes it can and does sell some slightly scary items. However if you delve a little deeper they sell the most wonderful Antipasti, which I have to say beats Marks and Sparks hands down, on both price and quality. Their brioche is something special too!
Be brave, go back again, you may be surprised.