Page 88 of The Bad Mother's Diary

I laughed and said, ‘Yourboyfriends fancied me?’

Because she goes out with football players and male models from toothpaste adverts. When she’s not sleeping with directors.

She said yes, and that I didn’t notice because I was ‘too nice’.

Then she said we should go for a drink. Just us two.

‘It’ll be like old times,’ she said. ‘Before you had Daisy and everything got messed up.’

I asked how she could move in with Nick. After ruining my wedding and Daisy’s life.

She said she thought it was to do with hormones.

Helen has been very nice to her, apparently.

She said, ‘It just feels good to have a stable home.’ With seemingly no understanding that she’d wreckedmystable home.

After an hour of banging on about herself, I realised Sadie is a lost cause. Selfish to the core.

I actually felt a lot better for seeing her. Because now I know I haven’t lost a friend after all. Sadie was never my friend to begin with.

When she left, Brandi said, ‘You need to unwind. We’re hitting some clubs. I’ve got a silver Lycra dress that you can cram yourself into.’

I pointed out it was only 4pm.

Brandi said, ‘So? Mum will babysit.’

Monday August 24th

What is it with babies? It’s like they KNOW when you’ve stayed out late.

After weeks of perfect sleep, Daisy woke up every two hours.

My poor little girl!

I gave her Calpol, milk, water … everything. But she wasn’t having it. Actually spat everything out.

Waaaaa! WAAAAAH!

It broke my heart seeing her crying. But at the same time I REALLY wanted to sleep.

Far too tired to write about me and Brandi’s night.

Sleep now.

Tuesday August 25th

Somehow Brandi and I ended up in the West End the other night. At this posh nightclub.

Brandi is a bad influence on me. Mums should NOT go clubbing on a Sunday night.

I swore I’d only stay until nine, but Brandi made the DJ put on ‘Independent Woman’ and we ended up dancing on the tables and shouting WOO!

Suddenly it was midnight.

I suppose I did need to let go, really. I’ve been carrying around a lot of stress.

We got talking to some posh girls who went to school with the Daltons.

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