Birthday Eve

I’m really excited. I have three whole days off work. Which, when you tag on the weekend, is really five. FIVE whole days. Yippee!

Today was supposed to be a total ‘me’ day. I was going to drop Peanut at nursery, even though I didn’t really need to, and head out for a serious dose of West End shopping. All by myself.

How amazingly luxurious would that have been. I mean, I would actually have been able to saunter around perusing the racks until I found something I liked, instead of my usual grab and run.

So that was my plan, unfortunately Peanut thought of a different one.

Both Monday and Tuesday evenings Peanut has been a horror. Screaming, crying and misbehaving from pick up to bedtime. So, last night I decided I would keep her out of school and take her shopping with me. Hmm.

This morning she was still really grumpy and I just couldn’t face it, I knew it would be a disaster waiting to happen. An hour travelling by tube either way and an intensely busy city where she would need to be on the tightest of leashes to ensure I didn’t lose her. All of which would probably cause her to self-destruct.

So, no surprises when I tell you I decided against it. Thankfully for me husband has gallantly said I can shop on my birthday instead. All three of us are heading in to town tomorrow. I’m going to hit up the flagship stores for both Topshop and Zara [the bigger the better to give me the greatest selection of belly covering items to choose from!].

At husband’s suggestion we’re also going to give a Bugaboo a once over. I know, I can hardly believe he suggested it either!

And if I’m a really lucky girl we’ll go to the National Portrait Gallery to check out the Vanity Fair exhibition. Shopping and celebrity photos, what more could a superficial girl want.