Partying on a Tuesday night
Not only on a tuesday night, but a tuesday night in January directly after christmas when one should be recovering. In the nieghbours defence, we have lived in our current abode for nearly 5 years and in all that time there have been a grand total of about 6 parties. This one didn’t even involve loud music. It did however involve lots of chair moving. Constantly. I’m not sure if they were playing musical chairs or what, but every movement could be heard. I am also assuming they have wooden floors in their bedroom and flipping toilet because even when we went to bed, you could still hear them moving up and down. These are the same neighbours I assume work for argos or offer a service assembling flat pack furniture because all you ever hear is furniture being moved around. Or perhaps they are haunted and whilst they are out and about, the ghosts play musical chairs. Who knows. Poor Mammy2 was very unhappy with the whole thing as it was the 3rd night in a row where she didn’t get a good nights
sleep whilst trying.
I was out and about on Monday night and so drunken slumber doesn’t really count. I blame the south african. She was back in Ireland for a visit and so we met for a bite to eat and drink. Emphasis on the word drink. She was doing 2 cocktails for every one of my wines. And I was still in rag order yesterday. Thankfully, there was no plans for last night, so it was takeout, watching some lesbian drama, and by lesbian drama I mean an actual drama as opposed to ringing a mate and listening to the latest in drama, followed by Will and Grace, we’re playing the how gay are we game. Its great fun 
We got an 8.5. Not sure how one gets to 10.
Some of Monday night involved people watching, which I always find quite amusing. This is when R disappeared to the loo or for a smoke. There were a group of 3 women a few tables down from us that had that old college mates meeting up after xmas gib about them. A few glasses of wine into the convo and it became clear 2 of the women had recently become parents and they were waxing lyrical to the what I assumed as the childless one of the group about how wonderful motherhood was and how their life has changed for the better. Etc etc, you get the picture. No wonder the mate
sans child ordered another bottle of wine. A few more glasses in, they are talking about how they feel they are tired of baby talk and that their lives have been taken over by their kids. They feel that they are tired all the time and don’t see as many of their older friends as before. Another bottle of wine was ordered and by the end of this one they are swapping stories of which drug works the best, how one feels she is reaching for a bottle of wine every time she comes home form work and sometimes its all just too hard. People don’t understand that. So that’s all it takes folks. If you’re out with your
mates and they are yacking on about how wonderful and fulfilled their life is, buy them a bottle of wine or 2 and watch them fall to pieces. They’ll go from showing you baby pics to cutting them up and crying. Its a wonderful sight. So I’m bitter!
It looks like November was the month of conceiving. Mammy2’s workmate and the sister K’s workmate’s both announced they were expecting babies. Perhaps the whole recession thing was too depressing and there was nothing on the telly, who knows. I’m not commenting on our lack of it. Baby making that is not the other thing. Heading to the doctor on Friday to see if she can pinpoint that elusive ovaltion time.I’m tired of reading books and more books on it. Oh and the basal thermometer is a great idea if you’ve ovulated. How helpful is that. I see a sudden rise in tempertaute which indicates that I have ovulated , so I build a time machine, go back 2 days, ring clinic, head in, get inseminated and voila?! Its so simple I’m amazed I didn’t think of it before.
