|Before the support group, I went for|
This is all over the place, I'm going to embrace it.
The best part of going was waking up the following morning with a still smooth chin - that felt just a little extra. Shaved legs and pits and chest was also rather nice. Made wearing boxers and male socks for the weekend just about doable. My mother still isn't quite in a place to accept me dressing differently, I feel. And she also brought on some rather depressive thought the first night we were there so I avoided deep and meaningfuls the following nights by joining her in drinks whilst we played board games with the children - these went very well (the drinks and the games). I should point out that I am not alcoholic, we're talking one or two units of alcohol an evening. Literally one or two. There were two on the second evening.
|More from that walk.|
I was rather looking forward to the
evening, can you tell?
For that I did, eventually, realise what was happening and was able to actually help - with my mother doing what she used to do with me (which wasn't very helpful despite the best of intentions) being shouted good words and trying to 'chivvy along' - so that the middlest didn't feel too badly about the whole affair.
|At the castle.|
I really like this one.
Coming home was good too, a lovely journey - though I did feel very lonely that evening. They both got tea (Tilly had cooked, having previously eaten with the youngest) and Tilly quizzed me how they'd been as they ate. By the time I had left and charged the car it was much too late to eat, so I didn't. Then I just felt incredibly lonely and sad for a bit even with the nice feeling of being in my nightie with stuffed bra (no, seriously, I was not prepared for how much I needed to feel that after three days away and not dressing at all). Today has been a bit busy - shopping, lunch, smallest over then the middlest for his usual evening - no Pokemon though - and now... Now I'm posting on here.
Though there is one other thing to add. Quite out of nowhere Miss Warrington got in contact last night to arrange a curry and beer evening next week. I have to confess that I am quite looking forward to that. Not least as it is the evening after the next in-person support group meeting when the children are off with Tilly to see her parents. I got three nights, they're off for eight. Plus points? Well, this curry night is one and another will be that I get a full week to dress 24/7 - or thereabouts - and I can't say I'm not looking forward to that because I am.
And... well, that's it for now. Nothing weighty or philosophical, just a hodge-podge of random events.