A Weekend of Misery


Apologies in advance that there will be no positive vibes emanating from this blog today. This has been the most miserable weekend for a very, very long time. As I type this I am really meant to be wandering the streets of Bruges with four of my lovely girlfriends, taking in the sights, going on a river boat, visiting cute little shops and occasionally stopping for a coffee, Belgian waffles and of course sampling some of the yummy chocolate that Belgium is so famous for. Alas, it was not to be. On Wednesday, Clemmie came down with a tummy bug and I should have known then that of course I would be next in line. I won’t go into too much detail but suffice to say that I went to bed on Thursday night with my suitcase packed, passport and Euros in my handbag only to be woken in the very early hours by the most terrible stomach cramps and spending pretty much the rest of night in the bathroom.

Yesterday all day was spent in bed and I was too ill to really do much apart from sleep and listen to the radio. Today I feel a little bit better but now it has really hit home that I have missed my very first weekend away with friends since the kids were born (I have been away for the odd night a couple of times and also some work trips when Cameron was little but not a proper girlie weekend) and I just feel so sad and angry. I did contemplate trying to change my ticket to join the others today but, having not eaten anything since Thursday evening, I just don’t have the energy to negotiate three train journeys by myself.

My husband and kids have been very sweet (although the boys are terribly disappointed that I won’t be bringing back chocolate for them) and I’m well looked after but I just can’t shake the feeling of misery at the moment. But as the quote says, tomorrow IS another day and hopefully there will be other opportunities for weekend breaks coming my way in the future.

I hope you are all having a much, much better weekend than me. X

39 thoughts on “A Weekend of Misery

  1. Oh, I can’t ‘like’ this. Belgium will still be there another day. But allow yourself to wallow in some misery for all that you’re missing out on.
    Get well soon. X

  2. I don’t like this but ‘liked’ it to support you. You must be disappointed, I know I would be feeling just as you do. Go out and reward yourself with something special, as soon as you are up and about. You deserve it!

  3. I’m so sorry to hear that you missed your trip and also that you were so sick. I hope you keep feeling better and that you get another opportunity to spend time with your ladyfriends soon.

  4. Oh, no!! 😦 So sorry!!
    I hope you feel better fast. Tell your girlfriends that your being absent is a great excuse to start planning the next girls weekend. ((Hugs))

  5. I love your honesty! You have every right to be oh so very disappointed to be missing a trip you’d planned and looked forward to! I can remember a time when the kids were young and I missed a violin concert because the babysitter forgot the date. I was dressed to the 9s in my concert best and I cried a river that night. It was the Christmas season and the concert venue was a candlelit chapel and and all Beethoven program. My husband wanted me to go alone, but I just crawled into bed and sobbed. It is so difficult to let go of special plans when a mom needs the special break so very much. Sure, there will be other opportunities but right now, you are experiencing the loss of THIS one.

    • Thank you so much for your kind words and understanding. As we all know when you’ve got kids organising a weekend away with four girlfriends is no mean feat but I’m hopeful that there will be other opportunities. Thanks again for taking the time to comment, it really means a lot. X

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