Cactus flower

Last night after work I went out and I felt a bit like I’d blossomed just like this cactus flower. 

This is the first time for a long time that I’ve been able to do a drinks after work session with colleagues for a very long time (since I’ve been a mum actually) without having to rush to childcare to pick up JJ. And I must say it brought back some good memories of being able to do this type of thing.

My sister picked him up from his vacation care and brought him back here. Mind you this wasn’t done with Christmas love. I was threatened to be back home for a certain time otherwise she said she wouldn’t pick him up.

All the sisterly love aside, it was great to go out after work, chat to my colleagues like I can’t chat to them at work because everyone’s so busy all the time. It was also our last day of work for the year so we were all very merry even before we started drinking.

I could have probably stayed longer but being the responsible parent I am, and mindful of not incurring more of my sister’s wrath, I got home to a house of resentment, waved the resentment goodbye and went through the motions of putting JJ to bed.

Just as well I’d had a few drinks as it didn’t burst my bubble. I think my bubble’s burst now though. I don’t want the sort of attitude my sister has to wash over me whenever I ask her to have JJ (which isn’t that often) and I don’t want it being absorbed by him either. I think we need to sit down and have a chat about this as it’s driving me nuts.

This post wasn’t going to turn out like this. It was going to be more about what a great couple of hours I had last night after work, but this sibling stuff is a tough business. I know one shouldn’t post what they don’t want other people to read, and I’m not. If she ever does read this, then I’m sure she’ll let me know what she thinks as she’s that type of girl.