I have neglected my rambles for a while, the holiday, the jet lag, the childrens jet lag, the washing....I am trying to figure out how I got all this done while I was working.
Two weeks back and life is almost back to normal, we haven’t seen hide nor hair of Matt, Tom has bitten me, aimed and hit a ball at Ciaras nose and the alcohol intake is slowly on the rise.
It rained whilst we were away. I know this because our drains pong and the ladies of the gym are talking about being pale.....?!?!
Their comments on paleness/terrible weather/cost of fuel, do make me chuckle. I keep my thoughts to myself but I am sure they see my looks of disbelief and mirth.
They say familiarity breeds contempt and yet I have found the ladies i encounter have been lovely on my return. More are talking to me and one lass even said she had missed me.
Although I think she missed tom more than me.
My thinking is that they have realised I am here to stay and as such are deciding its easier to talk to rather than ignore me.
The ex-pat ladies have obviously not missed me – they call me ‘meine furher’....apparently I might make them go to classes they wouldn’t otherwise attend.....I only want someone to chat too. J
I did a double take in the gym car park the tuther day...Thierry Henry as I live and breath was walking 3 children into the crèche. He is better looking in real life.
Before I made a complete tit of myself I recognised the kids and realisation dawned....one of the woman I knows hubby obviously. L
There was a girls night out from the gym a while back amongst the locals. I am reliably informed one of the conversations centred around who would be your lesbian lover...?!?!
It obviously sparked something because two of the married lasses decided to do a bit of experimenting.
No judgement from me but possibly the middle of what classes as a club here, with the other 22 lasses out with you watching, isn’t the best way to try these things out....?
On the bright side I bet the guys in that night didn’t mid. J
The fact I know this gossip does strike me as a step.....I dont know if that step is backwards or sideways. Do I want to know the gossip....do I care what the locals are doing....?
Its nice on one hand to know that lasses will talk to me, I just dont know if I want gossip to be the be all of my existence.
Which brings me back to the ...’should I go back to work..’ question.
Sometimes I really want to. I miss the structured non nursery rhyme/toilet centred conversations.
The adult interaction about something other than when i will be at the gym and if Ciara fancies a play date.
On the other hand, I am more patient with both children – because i am not tired/stressed from working. I have the energy and will to crawl around being horsey or doing ‘sticking’.
Ciara and I are friends and play tricks on daddy.
I know I am lucky to have the choice and I know I will always be torn.....my aim at the moment is to find a happy medium....when I figure out what that may look like I will let you know.
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