I am home alone. Well not
actually home alone but two and a half layers of the 3G team are not in the
house. Which leaves me, my mother and our au pair. Its the weekend so our au
pair is pretty much out and about - working, smoking, texting in no particular
order - so then there were two. However I have already screwed up what should
have been a lovely start to the weekend by getting over excited the night
before and going for "drinks after work".
Yes "drinks after
work" which just rolls off the tongue - "drinks after work",
"drinks after work", "drinks after work" - if you say it
fast enough and over and over again it sounds like the Thomas the Tank engine
books I read to my son where the trains all talk in that train-like way "chuffitty
chuff", "chuffitty chuff", chuffitty chuff" and suddenly
when you've said it over and over again in your head it feels like a mantra
which is drawing you into its murky underbelly - "drinks after work",
"drinks after work", "drinks after work" - like a lilting
sound of a train taking you to exotic places like the nearest hosteleries (pubs
just isn't exotic enough) with really exotic sounding names like The Buck, The
Stag, The Plough, The Four Feathers - oh the list is endless and when you mix
them all up and put them altogether sound like the 'Carry-On' express train!!!
It also sounds so
manageable, so effortless and so usual. But for someone who doesn't partake of
the "drinks after work" scene (and for those who know me I am saying
the 'drinks after work' scene is unusual NOT the partaking of drinks in the
safety of one's own home scene as that is very usual) that often it might as
well be saying lets get over excited, high pitched and messy in really no
particular order.
I had big plans for my
weekend in my reduced household setting which involved a lot of me doing a lot
things for me with a little bit more me on top. I have planned a me love-fest
and no not in a self love kind of way. I mean in a it's all about me kind of
way (This isn't that sort of blog and there will be no webcam link thank you
very much...)
So "drinks after
work" in my head fitted right into "It's all about me"
weekender. We go off to the pub and its feeling manageable, effortless and
quite surprisingly but nicely usual. But somewhere between the first pub, the
last pub, the first drink and fourth, fifth - well lets call it last drink -
the gentle train with its lilting sound has become a runaway train which
is heading, no careering, towards the over excited, high pitched and messy
and you've been diverted from that exotic place to final
destination "Hangover Central" calling at "Oh go on just
one more", "Well I was going to get something to eat but yeah a bag
of cheese and onion please" to "Oh if you're having one then we might
as well get a bottle" to "Well I'm not waiting around for half an
hour at the station so alright one more" to "Oh god no more wine I
couldn't - oh a vodka, lime and soda? oh go on then."
Now add to this mix a
timed window of opportunity. I am the mistress of my own time this weekend but
I am remembering that its the me weekend and I need to get as enough me time as
possible into that me weekend. So I still have my 'let's be sensible about
this' head on and I have a cut off time in my head with a half an hour either
side contingency planning. Now that should mean less in less time will be
consumed but I'm still chanting the 'drinks after work' mantra and feeling I am
on the Soul Train smooth on the tracks and gliding along elegantly and
effortlessly. Laughing and throwing my head back to my friends amusing
anecdotes, listening intently and tilting my head to one side to indicate the
intensity of my listening and holding court to an attentive and enthralled
audience. Well that is how I see it in my misty eyed or is that winey glazed
way. Those three hours of opportunity are ticking by but I don't miss a beat
and drink after drink flows and what in the old days would have been stretched
over twice the time has been consumed in half because I've got a VIP ticket for
the me weekend and I'm not going to blow it - "No way Jose" or
"No way hosey" as my son says. I am now in full flow and we’ve moved
off the Soul Train to the next fully loved up locomotion encouraging others to “Get
on up, join hands - your on the Love Train, Love Train” which quite clearly
none of us are!