Hi Guys,
Somehow it’s Monday again! Is it just me or do you all think that since lockdown ended, the weeks suddenly just dissolve? As I panicked and realised it was already Sunday evening and I hadn’t started a blog yet, I thought that maybe that’s what I’d write about this week.
We’ve all had a bit of a shock now that things are opening, haven’t we? I don’t know about you, but there are clothes in my wardrobe that I’ve had to reintroduce myself to. Who are you, leather jacket? Heels, what are those? The button on my jeans is having a tough time getting close to me again, but we will get there. Seriously though, it’s been a shock to the system! Of course, we have all waited for so long to have said fight with our jeans, so this definitely isn’t a moan or a grumble. We have all waited for months to struggle to find what to wear, changing many many times before leaving the door, and even then wishing we had taken a coat.
My bank card doesn’t quite know what is going on. I'm just tap-tapping away like there’s no tomorrow. The poor thing is saying... what happened to only going out once a week to Aldi? And to be fair, I feel the same sometimes. I suddenly have to actually plan my hair wash days again so I don’t show up to meals or drinks looking like Slick Rick. I have to pay attention to what clothes I’m washing and when, because that same old “where is that top” feels like it never stopped being an issue. I have to actually focus on getting the right amount of sleep and not watch YouTube until 3am. I went for a rather ugly-looking walk the other day, bumped into people who were actually dressed for the day, and in that moment I realised it was no longer OK to walk around in no bra, joggers, and wellies. I mean... Emma, was it ever?
Social events are picking up again and diaries are getting full. I’ve done more this month than I did from January to April. My social battery seriously has needed charging after experiencing proper contact with friends again. My hangovers have got worse. If that’s even possible. My alcohol tolerance has taken a strong hit, and I get a stronger one the next morning. Is this it, will I always be a lightweight from now on? At least I’m a cheap night out. We had a bank holiday not long ago, how I ever managed to drink for the whole 72 hours is beyond me. What do you mean you want to go out AGAIN?! It’s a SUNDAY!
7 day weeks suddenly aren’t long enough though, and were they ever? Did Monday always feel so painful? So painful in fact that you wake up on Tuesday but actually it’s Friday... and you’re doing it all again. How did we manage to work, sleep, eat, socialise, exercise, enjoy ourselves and educate ourselves with such ease before Corona? OK, maybe not the exercise bit but I like to kid myself. I’m starting to think we were all superhuman. Because one social event being added into my schedule of work, TV, sleep and more TV is actually quite hard to fit in now. “Yeah sorry, I’m busy tonight!” while you sit in your dressing gown eating... well anything... is everyone’s new guilty pleasure.
But, bring it on. Bring on the nights that I don’t feel quite up to it. Or the ones that I can’t find what to wear. Because this is what we have waited for. I’d take any early morning, unwashed hair day, can’t-find-my-top day, hungover day or just a workday that seems to drag, because 2 months ago, we wished for them to come.
Emma x
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