It has been an exciting week for little old me. Last weekend Darling Hubby's work Christmas party was held at the Marriott, a taste of five star living that will linger for a long time to come. The party had a seventies theme, which I was at first very dubious of, but on the night the theme turned out to be inspired. People wore everything from mini skirts to safari suits and kaftans. Inhibition was checked at the door (though not in the stereotypical, can't face your coworkers on Monday kind of way), and we all laughed through a wonderful night of music, memories (though not so many for the younger crowd) and disco balls. It has to have been the best party I have ever been to, and when going home meant an elevator ride, city lights and exquisite sheets, with room service eggs benedict in the morning AND NO KIDS, well, need I say more? Perhaps I should just say thank you so much to Grandma and Pop, who are fabulous inlaws and enabled us (and particularly me, a worrywart, very attached mother) to enjoy a grown up evening. Thanks G & P!
Let's just say I am looking forward to next year's Christmas do!
Monday brought a new joy. I am published! An article I wrote and emailed to a local parenting publication, Brisbane's Child, has been accepted and came out in this month's edition. And they are even paying me! So now I am thinking that I had better start making a little more time for my writing and see where it can take me. It's all rather exciting, really. Today a short article in a local rag, tomorrow the next Kate Granville or Lian Hearne!
So, as you can see, I am a bit giddy at the moment. I am sure I'll return to earth soon, probably to a mountain of laundry and unswept floors.