This weekend has been pretty full on.
On Friday night it was school disco night, and I was one of the parent helpers.
This was my last year as helper at the school disco as this is Sibs's last year at primary school.
The last few years I have been one of the gatekeepers at the door collecting the money, handing out glow sticks and making sure that there are no escapees during the night. No-body warned me though that the toughest part of the job would be to keep the parents out!
For the safety of the children, school rules state no adults at the disco unless you're a teacher or a volunteer. I have heard all sorts of 'reasons' why a parent should be allowed in....
Now deep down I am a right softie so being bouncer at the door is not a natural role for me! Anyhow there's nothing like challenging your comfort zone.
So after a pretty exhausting day Sibs and I said goodbye to another primary school event.
As I was on duty out the front of the hall all night, I got all the gossipy chat in the car on the way home - and I cherished it.
Saturday is usually lie in time, but not this weekend. I was up with the birds and out of the house before the shops were open.
I had a fancy pants ball to go to on Saturday night.
Now I don't have an abundance of ball appropriate dresses in my wardrobe... so this necessitated a bit of a last minute rush shop.
Oh my word - panic and pressure shopping on a Saturday is not good! Not good at all!
I tried on some beautiful creations. I had to blink a few times to read the price tag on a few. I think I was on the wrong floor in David Jones when I tried those on!
After a couple of hours of shopping, the coffee stop was medicinal.
I sat and watched the Saturday shoppers and rationalised the various options that I had.
(So if you saw a woman nursing a large coffee and a chocolate bar and muttering to herself on Saturday morning - that was me!)
My little black dress that was ancient but classic was going to have to do.
So I decided that I would spend a fraction of the money on accessories.
I splashed out on some bling, various 'suck you in' undergarments... and some new shoes.
The first pair that I decided on were black and well, probably a little boring. The shop assistant was a little more enthusiastic about the ball than me so she kept suggesting more and more outrageous styles.
I tried to tell her that I would have trouble just breathing in my new undies so I definitely didn't need the extra worry of being able to walk!
We sort of compromised and I came away with leopard print. Yes, from plain black to leopard print in one move!
What I usually wear on a Saturday night to what I wore this Saturday!
Whilst at the queue for the ladies on Saturday night I engaged in some chatting to the girls around me.
One of them complimented my shoes and I replied -
"Thank you. They're a bit 'Bet Lynch' aren't they?"
Hmm, lots of blank faces....
These were Australian girls in their thirties - of course they had not the foggiest idea about Bet Lynch!
I tried to explain... One of them thought that she had heard of Coronation Street, so we were getting close! The next thing, out comes a phone, onto Google and we had a chuckle over the Bet Lynch images.
(Click HERE if you don't know who she is, and if you do then just google Bet Lynch images and be prepared for the memories)
Bet is on the left!!
On a more serious note, the cash that I saved by not buying a new dress I took to the 'fancy do' that was raising money for clinical research at The Royal Brisbane and Women's Hospital.
The hospital is involved in some incredible research and one of its major centres is the Burns, Trauma and Critical Care.
A special guest on Saturday has experienced the amazing care from this centre. She came to tell her story and moved each and every one of us with her courage and positivity.
Last year seventeen year old Paris Turkington suffered horrific burns to 60% of her body. She is still recovering, but her progress so far has been inspiring. She is truly a remarkable young woman.
Along with her doctor Professor Jeffrey Lipman she encouraged us to support the RBWH Foundation and through the auctions and raffles and entry tickets I hope a substantial amount of money was raised on the night.
To finish the weekend off, on Sunday we invited some neighbours and friends for a roast dinner. At the end of a full blown meal - (yes there were Yorkshire Puddings and every vegetable you can think of, we even finished with bread and butter pudding and custard!) I happily sought some quiet time with a new crochet project. However, Modlen the cat decided that she wanted some company so I kicked off my comfy shoes and shared my corner of the sofa with my little friend.
And so it's back to Monday.
The glamour of the weekend is replaced by washing and house chores. Dinner tonight will be leftovers... and I'll see if I can get to bed before the early hours.
Here's to a good week,