I believe I have finally lost it.
Yes I have gone mad, bonkers, insane, cuckoo and crazy.
Why, you ask? Well to be dreadfully honest I am ashamed of myself. I truly committed a sin in the eyes of “Twenty Something Single Mums” the world over. This last weekend my lovely daughter was with her father, it was also the end of the month and there were two events that I had been invited to, the first, Kings of Leon(of which I had a FREE Ticket!) and then a night out, not only to watch the Currie Cup Final between the Lions and Sharks(an epic game apparently) but also have cocktails and party the night away with my friend the Minkster(and party the night away she did!).
How do you ask, does a woman decide? Well, if you happen to be me, you choose NEITHER. Yes, you heard me correctly, whilst everyone I know was living it up and having a jol, I had chosen to STUDY…..I feel sick just mentioning it.
My Saturday went something like this:
Working, Studying, Shopping, Short visit at a friend’s place, Washing, Studying, Cooking and Studying.
Before you think I have completely and utterly lost my marbles, I didn’t quite spend my entire Saturday evening studying. I did manage to watch “I am Legend” and “300″ and then prompted by plans for Sunday evening(which subsequently fell through), I spent some of that time painting my nails and straightening my hair.
Okay, you still think I’m nuts, I dont blame you, I really dont. But there is never just one reason for a persons seemingly demented behaviour and so I will say, begrudgedly, that one of the other reasons happened to be the fact that even though it is the end of the month, my budget tells me I’m in no shape to be living it up…..I feel sick again.
You see, October happened to be a very expensive month for me, and though I wont be going into details, there are some bills that are in dire need of paying this month…and we know how I feel about debt…absolutely paranoid…so yes, like a good little girl, I’ll be paying those debts(I quake in fear of having my name put onto the Credit Bureau).
I look back on this weekend, and honestly, for the first time in a long time, feel a slight pang of regret. But only slight you see, for some, if not most of the party animals of this weekend gone by, are still suffering from hangovers from the pits of hell(and I cruelly laugh at them!).
The Moral of this Story?
Never willingly stay at home at the end of the month(especially when free of all adult obligations)!
Big Hairy Donkey Balls.