My overseas visitors have arrived in town, after a couple of days on the Abel Tasman track. We won't be seeing each until tomorrow though because, frankly, I'm absolutely knackered tonight.
I'm knackered because I've been up since 6am and spent most of the day trying to get Baby to nap, listening to Baby protest and cry instead of napping, and trying to settled the resulting overtired baby.
Baby must be knackered too, because she slept from 6.20pm until 8.40pm before waking up for her next feed - usually she goes down around 6.30 and wakes up half an hour later for her top-up.
And the boy, well the boy is always knackered on Fridays (unless there's free beer on offer) because it's the end of a long, hard working week.
But apart from being knackered (it's such a good word isn't it, only it can so easily be mis-heard...), I'm also a little nervous because I don't know how well tomorrow's get-together's going to go.
My friend and I have only met up a couple of times.
The first time was over ten years ago (in Florence) when I was a youngish, adventurous backpacker with a fondness for Italian Renaissance art and a knack for chatting up strangers.
The second time we met up (I was visiting his home town) was about six years ago when I was a well-paid culture-vulture with a collection of Prince CDs and a knack for chatting up strangers.
Now I'm a stay-at-home mother with leaky boobs, a frighteningly bad haircut (soon to be masked by increasing hair loss) and an obssession with finding methods for getting babies to sleep.
They know about Baby, of course, so I'm sure they'll understand that when we go out I have to be home again in time for Baby's next booby fix. They probably aren't going to expect late nights over wine and spirits (well, not with me anyway) and dinner at the most fashionable eatery in town, because it's just too for me hard to go out in the evenings if I'm on booby duty the whole time.
So maybe I'm worrying about nothing.
All the same, maybe it's going to be weird meeting up again now that I've changed so much. I hope he and his missus don't get really bored.
4 comments:
They are coming to see you because you are their friend.
I'm sure they will be happy to see you no matter what.
Enjoy the visit..
Hope it goes ok, I know how hard it is with these transient friends. I always go out of my mind with worry lol.
sure it'll be grand
xxB
hey, from someone who knew you before and after, of course they won't be bored, you're still you! often leaky, never boring ;)
you were right, everyone. Although I wasn't able to take them out on the town, we did have a good time. Mike and I caught up, reminisced and learned new things about each other, and I got to meet the love of his life. It was grand.
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