Sometimes you just need a little hug

I woke up this morning in a horrible mood. I’m tired, my back hurts and I’m angry at the world because I can’t sleep for more than 3 hours without needing to pee. And to top it off Mr Frank has moved his dog bed back into the bedroom as he doesn’t like the howling wind. So his 5 am vigorous cock bathing is not the awakening that I need. I don’t know what he does in the night that requires a good 20 minutes of vigorous licking to clean off but between that and my “now I’m awake lets immediately start to worry about things” brain –  I’m not starting the day in the best possible way.

So i got up in a grump, ignored poor DDH as i couldn’t be trusted to say nice things and walked the dog in the rain as seemed a fitting way to carry on my shitty morning.

So thank god! And a massive massive thanks it was indeed that I was booked in to see the lovely Clare for a massage. I managed to drive to her haven of tranquility with the minimum of terrible driving interactions ( save for some numpty who pulled away from the curb without indicating just as i was driving past) and then after a 10 minute wrangle for parking as people don’t seem to understand what the white lines on the ground mean I abandoned my car AND my worries and stepped in.

Being met at the door with a big warm hug was almost enough to make me cry. Just at how empty I had felt all day. I know it’s the hormones and the lack of sleep and apparently a small iron deficiency but I felt very small and it was nice to know that for an hour someone was going to just take care of my poor aching body and make it feel better. And that is exactly what she did! Wrapped in a cocoon of warm towels I was rubbed from head to toe until I felt like my old self. As Madonna would say “ All shiny and New!” –although not like a virgin at all as I’m horribly aware of my massive pregnancy boobs getting in my way all the time.

So I need to remember that I have to be gentle with myself and the world at large. As we are all fragile and in need of kid gloves. I’m not the only person who needs a hug today. I’ve baked DDH a nice big chocolate cake and bought some of his favourite things and there’s a boobilicious hug waiting for him at the train station. So I best get myself up there in case he gets it off a stranger!

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