Running on empty

What a fabulously fun, yet exhausting weekend. It kicked off with a girl's night out on Friday. Dinner and drinks and endless chatter at Three Weeds in Rozelle. We hadn't even realised we were the last ones there, when they hustled us along at midnight. At which point, two gals retired for the night. But three of us decided the night was still young, so we made our way into the city to Ivy Bar, for some more drinks and dancing. My friend has a friend, who is a chef in one of the restaurants, so we were lucky enough to avoid cover charges and full priced drinks. After setting up in a cabana at The Pool Bar, we shook our booties and sipped on our favourite poison. Mine being the very 80's malibu and pineapple... I get hassled badly by everyone for still drinking malibu, but do I mind? Not a bit.

I walked through the front door bang on 3am, a good effort. Also rather brave considering the five of us who were out, met at 9.45am Saturday morning, for a play date with all 10 of our kidlets! The first one in months. Always difficult to coordinate a group outing where everyone is available. First stop, the movies and because the break up with our kiddies is 7 girls to 3 boys, we saw Angelina Ballerina. The boys will have their turn in a couple of months, when Thomas The Tank Engine comes to the big screen. After the movie, we all headed to the farmer's market, to pick up some lunch and enjoyed a picnic in the playground. We had a gorgeous day together and made the most of the beautiful sunshine.

Today, I felt decidedly worse for wear. Felix woke at 1.30am this morning and stayed awake for 2 hours. For no particular reason it seemed. He was perfect on Friday night when I was out. I had him fed, bathed, bottled and in bed before I left and he didn't stir once during the night. Maybe his nocturnal activity was a payback to me for having too much of a good time the night before. Whatever it was, I am crossing fingers and toes he doesn't do a repeat performance tonight. Mama. needs. some. sleep.