A night out in Manchester

It’s been a busy weekend.
My youngest daughter was 7 on Friday so we had a birthday tee for her on Friday night with a few friends and pizza etc.
And then on Saturday she had her official party with 25 7 year olds running riot!
My daughter asked me to wear my one and only male jumper with my girly jeans, which I did as I didn’t want to cause her any problems. It did feel really strange though. I took it off as soon as I could when we got back!
The party was fun. In the evening she had 3 friends stay over the night.
I left for Manchester at 5.00PM to meet up with Chrissie and Dana who is over from the USA. We spent the night on Canal street and drank too much, ate too much and danced just enough!
We had a relatively early night as we were back in the room for 2.00AM (many of the bars / clubs there are open until 5 or 6 in the morning!) as Chrissie was not feeling to good with a bad throat. It was nice to finally meet them both. They were fun and I had a good night.
The good thing about finishing early was that I woke up with a clear head. The only bad thing was that the hotel was the noisiest place I had ever stayed in. It was above the disco and we could hear banging and voices until after 5.00 AM.
Chrissie and Dana checked out early to get some medicine so I decided to walk around the centre of Manchester to get some breakfast and do a little shopping / sightseeing. I found a trendy little cafe bar near Piccadilly that did a full breakfast and coffee (with free refills – and it was starbucks coffee!) for £4.00. What a bargain.
Then I walked around and spent an hour in Primark buying a few bits. That is an amazingly cheap shop and the quality is ok.
It was so nice to spend another day free as me and not having any problems anywhere I went. My confidence is growing.
Then before I knew it, it was time to leave and come back to Leicester. And as I got closer to home the worries and sadness started again.
I think it’s the thought of how hard the next few weeks, in fact the rest of this year is going to be. It’s great to have an escape for a night but horrible to realise that all those challenges are still there as soon as you get back.
I found myself wishing that someone would save me and take me away from all this. I even stopped and bought 2 lottery tickets for the next 5 lottery draws just in case fate wants to save me.
I know really I have to safe myself and get this over with but it is so hard emotionally with everything coming at once. I knew it would be hard but damn it’s harder than I thought. I had a good cry in the car on the way back to release some of my emotions.
It was good to get hugs from my kids when I walked in and then I went for another run with the dog to get things out of my system.
Here we go with another week.