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Getting in all dressed up

First thigns first, i' ve noticed all the gorgeous blogs seem to have loads of pictures. I even read tips on one suggesting less wording. I like the more visual idea but losing words, not happening. Todays post will be exculisively words because I'm posting it from my husbands phone. Yes the phone can take picture, but even I have no interest in looking at grainy photo's not intended for that size.

One thing about having kids is that your life and time is not yours, at least while they're little and awake. I have had some crazy afternoons where even the human need of spending a penny (trying to work out the best way to say that) loses it's importance. So yesterday came and I was soooo excited to be getting dressed for husband and going out to a friend's birthday at grown-up place. I'd even painted my nails. Everything was mostly going well until I started having the worst tummy ache. Then for some strange reason I had ringing in my ears and pounding in brain. I am a bit of a fainter so I knew what was coming. At one point I stood thinking it had passed, only to find myself having to crouch on the floor. And then to top it off my eyes seemed to shut down. Emiel had to help me hobble out the restaurant. And this all happened in front of loads of people. I'm really not happy about this. It was our first proper grown-up, not worrying about the babies in probably over a year.

I have a theory about New Year's Eve , birthdays and other such events, have no expectations. It is not as pessimistic as sounds. Those events are more fun if they just happen.

In conlusion, I'll just share I'm writing this from my bed. It seems I'm sick. But also as I write this my daughter is lying beside me playing with the fingers on my free hand. I do love being a mommy more then my need to pee, or bath alone.

Have a lovely Sunday

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