On Tuesday I went down to see my friend S and her family in Nottingham. I have not seen her since way back before the twins were born and I think this is the biggest break of time that we have had in between seeing each other - which kinda sucks as I missed her loads. Anyway we had a lovely day, a very yummy lunch, she got to meet the twins and we got to have a lovely chat - so the day was kind of perfect. But then when it came down to saying goodbye this happened...
Me: I hope you have a good rest of the weekend
S: Looking very confused.
S: Checking to see if I am serious....then slowly
S: It is not the weekend
Me: Looking very confused
Me: Blushing madly as I realize that it is indeed only Tuesday
Me: (mumbling) Oops, well it kind of feels like the weekend
Me: Internally: Yeesh...I am such a Muppet!
Now this is a relatively silly small thing...but it is just the beginning of linguistic missteps of massive proportions. I swear half the time I genuinely have no idea what day or time we are on. I spent the first 3 months of the year alternating between writing 2010 and 2011 on things - though thankfully my brain has now fully adjusted to being in 2012. I would blame it on the babies, but unforgettably I think it is all me!
"Seriously woman, what are you like? "