The last few weeks I’ve been feeling kinda low.

Aggravated, irritated, grumpy, unmotivated and uninspired. Not quite postnatal depression. I’m probably too proud, too pragmatic and possibly too eternally optimistic to be depressed during times of happiness.

I’ve just been intensely frustrated about :
1)   my “new-mother brainlessness”
2)   my inability to THINK and coherently express ideas
that are not directly related to babies or toddlers
3)   the lack of time to myself, and
4)   just the general imbalance of my life.

Man, I was so grumpy. It was really eating into me.

But that’s old news now.

Yesterday at 4pm, I had an epiphany.
I decided that “feeling down” was really boring, and that it was probably time to do something about it.
I turned to my husband and said, “Lets cancel tonight’s visitors. I want to eat burgers and chips at Retro Betty’s and drink expensive coffee at Cafe 130. YES, with the kids.”

So off we went.
Callum was so well behaved.
Sean gurgled on my lap.
Andrew and I chatted and flicked through trashy magazines.
It was such a simple evening. Just hanging out in my favourite places with the special men in my life.

I’m not entirely convinced that it had anything to do with the burgers and chips, or being out about town. But nonetheless, it kinda confirmed to me that yes, I can still be a groovy young chick even though I have TWO kids now. And for the first time since Sean was born, I felt absolutely thrilled about starting a life as a mum of two children.