I did something I don’t like to do much.
I organised a dinner out for my members at Real Mums.
That’s not the bit I don’t like. The bit I don’t like is that I LOVE these nights, and I try to organise more, but the last few months (some 18 of them) have been remarkably shit and overwhelming and I do things on a grand scale.
I organise prizes and goody bags, gifts and ticket packages and make it not just a night out but an Event To Remember.
I didn’t have the energy this year. Nor the time. But definitely the motivation for a night out with my chicks.
So, I got some help, booked a restaurant and said “it’s pay as you go, no tickets”. It went against every single fibre of my being to “organise” an event like this.
Still, I did it and looked forward to the night out. Because they are am amazingly, incredible awesome bunch of chicks whom I love, love, LOVE spending time with.
I was collected by two of them, couldn’t get out the door soon enough (standing there, with bag and unironed, crinkly top, fifteen minutes before we needed to leave). They did encourage me to change my top and chill before we left.
And it was … as always … despite the lack of “organising” I did … a fabulously, fantastic fun night.
It was that despite the lack of dancing, also.
Mental health restored, as one knows that laughter is the best medicine (for the mind, at least, the pelvic floor took a savage beating!) and there was a considerable amount of laughter.
It really was the best reward, and the best finish to the week I have had.
Except, I was dropped off home far too early; my mind and enthusiasm restored, I was ready to keep going …