Matching clothes and bundles of joy

Well today I decided to really be on the ball.

Yesterday was a BAD hair day.  It was also really foggy and freezing cold and I started the day on the back foot.  Caught out by the turn in the weather I hadn’t factored in time to scrape the car (or spent a good 10 mins searching for said scraper thingy).  Knowing that it was cold I donned lots of woolly things in lovely warm colours.  None of this detracted from the fact that “Project Hair” is really kicking in now.  My roots are terrible coming along nicely.

My annoyance with my noggin didn’t really last.  I don’t think I could stick to this if it really truly bothered me that my hair is less than spectacular, however you know when you look in the mirror and the only thing you want to do is scream sigh – well it was that way with me.

Today however was going to be different.  Not only did I manage to fling something rather nifty on this morning but I got my hair to look presentable passable AND, get this, I even found the time to put some make-up on this morning.  I also decided to throw caution to the wind and make a huge batch of scotch pancakes to take to work with me and  I even made it to work on time.  Give that girl a round of applause (but not too big a round of applause because I forgot the pancakes – they are sitting happily in my kitchen).

Oh her pancakes look wonderful and look, she's wearing matching clothes!

I had in fact decided to make a bit of an effort this morning as my work colleagues and I are going out for lunch to celebrate the start of one of our crew’s maternity leave.  I was really looking forward to this high in my day.  Alas it was not to be.  I received a text to say said colleague is (as of this morning) the proud mum of a baby boy – so lunch is cancelled.  I can live with that – the most important thing in the world is that a new and healthy baby boy has been delivered safely into their world and his parents are quite rightly joyful.  I love it when a plan comes together.

So here I sit in all my finery the matching outfit I managed to cobble together with my mind whirring back to the day 16 years ago that I became a mum.

Like most people there is a story that goes alone with it – but that I feel is not for my blog. What I will say is that the process of giving birth made me feel as though I was superwoman with the whole power of the universe surging through me.  Giving birth gave me an insight into something immensely painful magical and I felt on top of the world because I DID IT!

My own bundle of joy - a few hours old

So today in a wee crib in the local hospital is a bairn who is lucky enough to find himself with one of the nicest people I know as his mum and do you know what – this lady was superwoman even before she gave birth.  So universe, if your listening, send some positive vibes their way.  If she’s feeling anything like I did 16 years ago then she’ll be gazing on her wee bundle of joy with no idea what superpowers she’s going to need to rise to the challenge of being the best mum she can be – but she will.

So hair (check), make-up (check), matching clothes (check) and yes I feel wonderful today – but not because I sit here looking fabulous for a change presentable – but because my friends gift of new life is a truly magical thing.