I went to pick up 2son at the beginning of half term from St Pancras. I almost had a cup of tea but decided to be nice to myself and had a glass of wine instead. I don’t drink in the daytime as it just sends me to sleep but I thought I haven’t got anything else to do and I’d like one. So I did.
Having asked for a small glass he proceeded to give me a large one. Rather than meekly accept it I refused it saying it’s not what I asked for. No problem, but I wouldn’t have done it only a short while ago.
A friend snapped at me the other day. She was momentarily stressed and I hadn’t noticed so I joked with her rather than giving her the quick response she needed and she snapped. I felt bad about it for a short period of time, slightly annoyed that she didn’t then apologise for snapping (not something she does) but I was actually pleased that I didn’t melt into a puddle of tears at the idea that she didn’t like me any more. Continue reading