slummy mummy needs a break

oh god, i need a break. anything would do ... a weekend in barcelona, a couple of days in cornwall or full out short haul slumming in morocco, turkey or greece.

but that's not going to happen. mainly because i have the little thing (and her vomitting and diarrhoea bug) to look after, also because at this far into my pregnancy i cannot fly and also because that part of my life is over. o-ver.

it has been a difficult week. the hubs has kind of forgiven me for sending away his passport and nixing his trip to vegas, and the little thing is almost over her utterly poisonous bug but i'm feeling so drained.

determined to raise my spirits somehow, i've booked myself in for a whole marathon of beauty treatments. with a wedding on the horizon it's the perfect excuse, so over the next two weeks i'm going to get cut, coloured, scrubbed, bronzed, waxed, polished and painted in all the appropriate places.

hurrah. it's obvious that being slummy is sorely underrated when you see how little it takes to cheer me up.