I am going out to dinner with my husband. This is a Very Rare Thing.
Instead of enjoying it, wafting around smelling all perfumey with dd sitting on the bed chatting to me about my pretty earrings, like I used to when my parents went out, I am glaring moodily at the bathroom shelves.
Dh is not going to blacken his eyelashes or redden his lips or show off his legs or wear uncomfortable shoes to go out this evening. So why should I? The answer is that I shouldn't. And I don't have to. The only person who thinks I should is me.
So I got a pair of cream trousers and a linen shirt out of the cupboard, reasoning that if this is suitable for a man to wear out to dinner, then it's suitable for anyone and I shall be cool, comfy and covered up. But I don't actually WANT to go out in chinos and a shirt. I'll feel daggish.
So, I don't want to doll up, but I don't want to wear man clothes either.
I found some nice sparkly flats, but they are too narrow for my feet so I don't want to wear them.
I am really cross with myself for not having the strength of mind to be who I want me to be. Or even to know who I want to be. It is terribly confusing.
Am going to post and run now as have children and kitchen to sort out. Hope this wasn;t a silly or unwise thread to start. Just feeling ranty I suppose, and getting it out of my system before I ruin a nice evening out with husband.