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