Getting the wins in early.
Today I have a consultant appointment. It’s a follow-up after some topical treatment on a slightly suspect mole. It’s nothing massive. I’m not overly concerned.
But what this morning represents is far more than a check-up.
SWEET FREEEEEEDOM!
Daddy will be on duty… for however long it takes. And I may well drive really slowly. And really take my time with parking. And really make sure that every inch of my torso is scoured for further fishy-looking freckles.
But my true win this morning. Getting dressed up. Getting out of Lycra. Abandoning my hoodies. Taking off the trackie. Take a hike, Nike’s!
I might’ve verged slightly on overkill. Was a pleather, pleated skirt and heels really necessary? Did an assessment of my arms really require a full face of make-up? I would argue yes!
So as I teeter to the door, waving a not wholly unwelcomed goodbye, I will revel in an hour or two, or maybe nearly three of anti-isolation.
Who’d have believed a trip to the hospital would’ve held such promise. Now get me a coffee!
Why I won today: Outta the comfy casuals for just a few hours!
The Unyoung Mum 