Mrs Grey Goes Out

So this Friday I am heading out. Out out. Like to a bar. But gone are the days when I can just finish work, top up my lipstick, and head straight to the bar to meet my pals. These days going out can feel more akin to a military operation. It requires precision planning. I am reliant on Mr Grey getting home in good time from work. I'm reliant on the Grey offspring actually being semi compliant and eating their dinner and getting their pjs on. I'm totally lost as to what I'll wear, as my wardrobe these days is full of school run appropriate clothing. I don't spend money on going out clothes because it's a bad investment since I hardly ever go out out. On the plus side, once I am out I will indeed be a cheap date. Two G&Ts and no doubt I'll be two sheets to the wind. But first things first, I need to climb into the cupboard of doom and find my not so battered trainers that have been left neglected at the back of the shoe wrack waiting for such a time as I might have the occasion to wear them.

Wish me luck!

Introducing Mrs Grey

I've recently decided to embrace the grey, and accept the fact that I am indeed getting older. However, at the tender age of 37 I also decided that I didn't need to grow grey gracefully. I'm a mother of three; one seven year old daughter, and two five year old sons. Parenting certainly changed my life. Significantly changed my life. And I'd like to be able to blame having three children so close together for the grey. But sadly I was already edgeing ever closer to grey long before they came along. Although they may have accelerated the process some what.

In the last few months I've slowly started to reclaim my life. The notion of staying up past 10pm suddenly doesn't fill me with terror. I still get punished for every hour I spend awake past the previous curfew, but I'm less likely to turn into a pumpkin at midnight.

At this stage I'm not entirely sure what this blog will cover. Probably just the wramblings of a tired 37 year old. The silly stories my children fill my life with. And the struggles involved in growing old without growing away from being myself. It won't be about which wrinkle creams are best, or fashions for the forties. But it will touch on self esteem, well being, health, happiness and parenthood.

So forgive my streams of consciousness, comment if you want to get involved.

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