Anyway, Sunday morning saw me manage to get my youngest out of the house. Not going to lie, I was so shocked she agreed, that I wondered if it was national news worthy (anyone with teenagers will know how monumental this is). So off we popped to a small local shopping centre, complete with pharmacy, so that the other half could get his man flu medicine (he really was not a well boy). Whilst the boy was raiding Boots with his snot and sneezes, Miss. L and I had a good old look round The Body Shop. If I had no idea what to get for her upcoming birthday before, I now have more ideas than I really need, there was a whole lot of stuff in there she wanted. Combine that with her obsession with food storage containers in TK Maxx and we're sorted (no I'm not going to buy her Tupperware - even I'm not that crap a mum).
We were having a rather lovely day. We got home and had a very civilised cuppa before Miss. L attempted to teach me how to play Minecraft (that really is a whole other post, so watch this space). I think she had enough of my very rubbish attempts to build a house, so she abandoned me and went to her room, leaving the boy and myself to cook dinner.
Of course, being a true dysfunctional, bonkers, crazy family, we were not having a traditional Sunday Roast, (we do that on a Monday or Tuesday, and it is a nut roast, because Miss L is a vegetarian and I like nut roast) no, we were having curry, which most people have on a Friday or Saturday, but why be like everyone else! It was only a supermarket 'take away' curry, so it didn't really require both of us in the kitchen, but it's nice to have that time with your other half. It gives you a chance to work together, and chat about this and that.
It was talking about this and that which led to my downfall, to be honest. Earlier that week, Miss D had declared I had shrunk! I was relaying this to my devoted fiance, whom was obviously supposed to back me up, except he clearly forgot the rules and agreed with my first born. Determined to prove them both wrong, I dug out the tape measure. How dare they say I have shrunk. I cannot possibly have shrunk, I am only 48, that is not old! The tape measure was somewhat elusive, which in hindsight, may have been a sign that I should have stopped trying to locate it, but of course, I carried on looking until I found it...I shouldn't have!
Back to the door frame and marker in place, we set about measuring me.
It didn't go well. I've lost an inch. I was 5' 1" now I'm only 5'. My lovely fiance of course semi remembered the rules and said he still loved me, but then lost brownie points by finding it highly amusing. In my distress, I turned to my daughters. Surely, my youngest would have some sympathy? No, unless you count, 'I wish I was 5',' she's now two inches taller than me, before helpfully announcing my news to her big sister, who promptly peed herself laughing! Thank goodness for Whatsapp, at least my lovely friend Fiona would understand. She did, and because she too is a short girl, we had a little joke about officially being dwarfs in a few years time (the height if you didn't know is 4' 10").
And with that in mind, I suppose I should start booking out my future Christmas holidays, since I shall soon be short enough to profit from my lack of height and give Snow White a hand in pantos, or I could be one of Santa's Elves; whatever, there's quite a bit of work over the winter months for us shorties. Besides, if we were not little, no one else would be tall and we're great at painting skirting boards!
Anyway, despite losing an inch somewhere along the way, I am proud to be a short girl (or should that be a shorter girl)!
Now you've panicked me! My kids keep telling me I've shrunk but I too thought I was not old enough to need to actually measure and see if it was true!! Oh, dear!!! I, like you, will disappear if I shrink too much! #GlobalBlogging
ReplyDeleteOops, sorry Lydia! We'll all shrink together and have a short girls club, it will be fine x
DeleteI'm a short girl too, although at 34 I am hoping I haven't started to shrink yet! Thanks for sharing #TwinklyTuesday
ReplyDeleteOh you'll be fine for quite a few years yet. In fact if you avoid measuring yourself at all costs, you'll be fine forever! xx
DeleteI feel like I've shrunk too. Now, where's the measuring tape??!!
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Don't do it Veronica! I was quite upset, though now I'm seeing the funny side xx
DeleteI have always been tall and was often asked by little old ladies to reach something from the high shelf, now as a wheelchair user it is me doing the asking #bloggerclubuk@_karendennis
ReplyDeleteHi Karen, I usually end up asking elderly gentlemen to reach things for me as they're still taller!
DeleteWow can you actually shrink? At least I didn't think you did until you were in your seventies and that's probably because your spine isn't as straight. I always remember my granny having a stoop and looking progressively shorter. But maybe it was just a case of your measurements being approximate, not definitive?! I bet you are not actually shrinking, at 48 you are still in your prime!! And yes as a shortie myself I know exactly what you are talking about when it comes to paining skirting boards! #globalblogging
ReplyDeleteOh I like your thinking there! I shall say that last time I was measured I was clearly wearing shoes and have therefore, always been 5 feet short! Also my girls are just stupidly long legged ;-) x
DeleteI'm only 5ft 2" so I also don't have a lot of height to lose. I don't think I'll be measuring myself any time soon, just in case! #BloggerClubUK
ReplyDeleteI'm definitely not measuring myself again ;-) x
DeleteI am a proud 5 foot 1 and a quarter :) did you measure yourself at the same time of day as we shrink at the end of the day due to the effects of gravity! Thanks for linking up with #globalblogging
ReplyDeleteOh that's a good idea. I shall get the OH to measure me first thing in the morning! Thanks for the tip, I was so devastated, I forgot about that x
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