Just the Right Side of Give a F**k
I shouldn’t be writing right now. I even set myself a reminder that said STOP WRITING! EAT! But in true me fashion I snoozed it twice then turned it off completely.
I have a very busy week ahead and Monday is the only day that I scheduled writing (outside of my writing class) so I know I won’t end up having time to do more if I don’t do it now! I also know that by doing it now I will inevitably end up exhausted and hungry but here we are.
Mum friends. I don’t have mum friends. Lie, I have one mum friend who also happens to be my best friend and only became my mum friend (by default) when she had her beautiful child. I have been taking my children to the same school for over eleven years and only found out about three years ago that there’s a parents WhatsApp group, in fact there’s one for every year group. I don’t know if it’s my antisocial charm or my inability to make small talk that makes me so popular? I am awkward (and not in a cute way). There are some lovely parents at the school but I’ve never really understood the whole becoming friends just because you have children in common? It was the same at toddler groups, I absolutely dreaded having to talk to anyone other than my child (more my level). Outwardly having mum/parent friends looks great and by great I’m referring to how it looks on Motherland. I am a Liz, without a doubt. Just the right side of give a fuck (except I probably definitely care just a bit a lot more – about the kids that is). I absolutely love Kevin. For some reason I seem to get on well with the grandparents though so maybe we’ll start our own WhatsApp and go for cocktails sometime (probably not).
Alas, nonsense.