Is it still January? Seriously? I really do think that there’s a case for human hibernation through the Winter months. Hedgehogs have it right.
So what do we do? Stay in and cosy up with the fire and a good film? It’s definitely the tempting option. But sometimes making the effort to drag yourself out is actually the best cure-all for bodies worryingly deprived of mood boosting Vitamin D.
And so I planned a night out.
Sod the detox, sometimes all that will get you through is a big plate of carbs, bucket of wine and some like minded friends to share it with.
The ladies in question are friends that I have met and made through the school our kids go to. And I really struck it lucky.
I’m sure those of you with school age children will maybe have experienced, at some point or another, a bit of awkward school gate chat and the overwhelming feeling of inadequacy at times, when you see the mums in their immaculate gym gear on their way to Pilates. Maybe you are that mum – I wish I was you. I’m mostly heading home for a coffee and to clean the bathroom.
I’m starting to hit my stride with it now though, and feel a little less like I’m at school myself, wanting to make friends with the ‘cool kids’. Do we ever grow out of this?
I’ve never been someone who is overly confident, or witty, or the sort of charismatic personality that people flock to. I’m more of a slow burner, I take a bit of getting to know.
My very oldest friends have been on the scene for 20 years or more. They know me inside out and whether we see each other every day, or not for months, nothing ever changes. One is a doctor, one a big squeeze in the legal world, a teacher, a civil servant, an accountant in training. Together we are 15 again, chatting about boys and our insecurities, albeit over Sauvignon Blanc rather than hot chocolate. I love them dearly.
Two others are such kindred spirits that literally nothing is unspoken. They support and encourage unconditionally and I am so grateful to have them.
My other closest friends have been gathered through work, and things I’ve been involved in, and shared interests (and shared moaning!) have cemented our bond.
Life’s little troubles are all the easier for facing them with these girls.
And I guess that is the case with this little mummy brigade too. We all feel the passing of the years and stages too harshly. We share the same concerns about homework and reading ages and how uncoordinated our children are at sport. We are a sisterhood of sorts I suppose. And I love them dearly for that too.
And I’m starting to really look forward to those school gate chats, and feel less self conscious about my failings.
Wine, carbs and a good old laugh, whether shared with old friends or new friends, is most definitely the best medicine.