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Oct. 5th, 2013 10:44 pmYesterday evening we took the kids to my middle brother in law's girlfriend's daughter's birthday. Complicated. My brother in law and his girlfriend have been together over a year now, he is playing the Dad role, so I suppose I should just refer to her as my niece. Okay, so it was my niece's birthday. Huzzah birthday. I was a little put out that it was from 5-7 on a Friday night on a grey day in October because I am grumpy and my sister in law and I had envisioned it being at my brother in law's teeny cottage, where surfer burn-outs and their feral children would be running around while there was nothing but reggae playing because this is a common theme with my brother in law's parties. Nice guy but also my brother in law.
I wasn't enthused and my anxiety was smacking me in the face this week for assorted reasons.
But we went. It wasn't so bad. They held it across the road at this kitchen/lounge space that is part of a glamping site. Yes, glamping is real, and people from London like to stay in yurts and like nice things. Benefits the locals in a way. Another place to hold a birthday party. A million children were running around dressed as pirates. (the theme.) In this neck of the woods, most children have pirate costumes in their wardrobe. Seriously. Part of that whole wrecking/living shifty historical culture of the area. Senor Onion found his cousin E, and another friend and they went off outside to play. E's Mum and I said, "don't get lost, behave, and don't go into the road." But after that I had no idea where my kid was. I realized soon after he wandered off that that was one of the things I appreciated about where we live now. "damn... I can just let him run off and he will be okay." His older cousin is responsible and a good kid, so I don't worry too much.
Miss Biscuit ran around eating popcorn, holding a balloon, and dancing like a mad person. My brother in law earned points when he immediately handed me a cup of tea. As I told my sister, the man knows how to charm. Mr. Jenner relaxed on a sofa. The music was deafening. The music of Katy Perry was making my head vibrate. There were the usual party games, food, and general chaos. Then the cake was brought out. My brother in law made a pretty spiffy skull and cross bones cake, complete with a creepy eyeball. I helped to cut up slices of cake. My sister in law doesn't bake, and she isn't one for sweets in general and she said, "I have NO idea how to do this." I slipped right in and said, "It's cool, I got this." and proceeded to slice up that cake like I was a samurai. You WILL have cake.
I had a chat with my sister in law while cuddling kids. Then I helped to tidy up. I will always help to tidy up at a children's party because you were kind enough to entertain my kids for a couple of hours. We came home, put the kids to bed, and I made pasta for grown ups. Then we watched Scandal. What a life.
On the running front, I somehow cut two minutes off my time. I don't run a great distance by any stretch of the imagination. I run two miles and I now have it where I can run a mile in about 11 minutes. I am pleased with this because when I started running in May (having never done this sort of nonsense before and not being in great shape) It took me about 30 minutes to run/walk that distance. I suppose I should think about adding another mile. I still have to psych myself up to run. "COME ON DAMMIT... you need to do this to feel better." I do need to think about some other cardio-related options when the weather turns to shit because my schedule is such that when I may be able to go running, it is pouring out. Or if it isn't pouring, I have a kid or two to watch. Would a wii be a good choice? Tell me internet. I don't want some piece of equipment because it would collect dust or get in the way. It just needs to make me sweat like a demon and get my heart going for while and hopefully take my naturally anxious state away because I have worn it out. And no I am not a gym person... plus a gym isn't exactly feasible in the sticks. What I NEED is a servant like Cato in the Pink Panther films to ambush me.
Tomorrow if it isn't pouring, I may check out a car boot sale because who knows, I might find a Rembrandt... or some weird pre-war maps.
I wasn't enthused and my anxiety was smacking me in the face this week for assorted reasons.
But we went. It wasn't so bad. They held it across the road at this kitchen/lounge space that is part of a glamping site. Yes, glamping is real, and people from London like to stay in yurts and like nice things. Benefits the locals in a way. Another place to hold a birthday party. A million children were running around dressed as pirates. (the theme.) In this neck of the woods, most children have pirate costumes in their wardrobe. Seriously. Part of that whole wrecking/living shifty historical culture of the area. Senor Onion found his cousin E, and another friend and they went off outside to play. E's Mum and I said, "don't get lost, behave, and don't go into the road." But after that I had no idea where my kid was. I realized soon after he wandered off that that was one of the things I appreciated about where we live now. "damn... I can just let him run off and he will be okay." His older cousin is responsible and a good kid, so I don't worry too much.
Miss Biscuit ran around eating popcorn, holding a balloon, and dancing like a mad person. My brother in law earned points when he immediately handed me a cup of tea. As I told my sister, the man knows how to charm. Mr. Jenner relaxed on a sofa. The music was deafening. The music of Katy Perry was making my head vibrate. There were the usual party games, food, and general chaos. Then the cake was brought out. My brother in law made a pretty spiffy skull and cross bones cake, complete with a creepy eyeball. I helped to cut up slices of cake. My sister in law doesn't bake, and she isn't one for sweets in general and she said, "I have NO idea how to do this." I slipped right in and said, "It's cool, I got this." and proceeded to slice up that cake like I was a samurai. You WILL have cake.
I had a chat with my sister in law while cuddling kids. Then I helped to tidy up. I will always help to tidy up at a children's party because you were kind enough to entertain my kids for a couple of hours. We came home, put the kids to bed, and I made pasta for grown ups. Then we watched Scandal. What a life.
On the running front, I somehow cut two minutes off my time. I don't run a great distance by any stretch of the imagination. I run two miles and I now have it where I can run a mile in about 11 minutes. I am pleased with this because when I started running in May (having never done this sort of nonsense before and not being in great shape) It took me about 30 minutes to run/walk that distance. I suppose I should think about adding another mile. I still have to psych myself up to run. "COME ON DAMMIT... you need to do this to feel better." I do need to think about some other cardio-related options when the weather turns to shit because my schedule is such that when I may be able to go running, it is pouring out. Or if it isn't pouring, I have a kid or two to watch. Would a wii be a good choice? Tell me internet. I don't want some piece of equipment because it would collect dust or get in the way. It just needs to make me sweat like a demon and get my heart going for while and hopefully take my naturally anxious state away because I have worn it out. And no I am not a gym person... plus a gym isn't exactly feasible in the sticks. What I NEED is a servant like Cato in the Pink Panther films to ambush me.
Tomorrow if it isn't pouring, I may check out a car boot sale because who knows, I might find a Rembrandt... or some weird pre-war maps.
