Sunday the 20th of May 2018 So, bit quiet last night right? Those of you who follow my Facebook page may have seen me explain I'd not had a great day, but for those of you who don't, well.... there was no blog last night. The world had less in the way of moans and … Continue reading Back like a fart in a spacesuit
Friday the 18th of May 2018 Guess where I am? No, not B & Q.... the other place, with the sunshine and shit. No, not Tenerife, colder than that. Yes, you've got it... Le jardin. Sounds like I've been somewhere different, somewhere more exotic and less boring if you say it in French, which is … Continue reading Down with French Fancies….. and wasps
Thursday the 17th of May 2018 Apparently it's only 10 degree's out here today, but I'm calling bullshit on that because.... CLUB TROPICANA DRINKS ARE FREEEEEE (R.I.P George)....I HAVE TAKEN MY JUMPER OFF! Oh for fucks sake Don't panic, I still have vest thing and my knocker shelf on - the boys are very much … Continue reading Club Tropicana, Cheetara and terrorism… apparently
Wednesday the 16th of May 2018 I've started to write this three times already today and had to delete every draft because it was all over the place so I'll warn you now; tonight's blog is as fluid as a Kim Jog-un versus Donald Trump dance off. Which to be fair, I'd pay to see.... … Continue reading Dance off dreams, Weddings and loads of rants
Vlogging, more of the same and cat shit. A day in the life of your average M.E. riddled mum.
Monday the 14th of May 2018 Well as far as Monday's go, it's not been too shabby. Eli reverted back to normal form and woke up at about five much to everyone's delight but he was at least able to tick over on his own till about half past, which was the same time Bear … Continue reading Flaccid pizza, burny bits and Argos
I tell you what, I bet you were expecting tonight's blog to be FUCK ME TODAY WAS HARD. Well.... oh just read it. #ThisisMe #mecfs #meawarenessuk #mewarrior #silentillness #swearymum
Saturday the 12th of May 2018 - official ME/CFS Awareness day hooray Right then, it 6.32pm and this is the first time I've picked up the laptop to write allllll day. Which means two things; A - this blog will be shorter than normal, it normally takes me all day to write it because I … Continue reading Fresh bedding, garden arseholery and a bumbling furry idiot
Friday the 11th of May 2018 Ahhh so you came back then? Again? Good for you - sit down and get comfy. I'm surprised you came back but well done, you've made it to day 5 of M.E. Awareness week and we're almost at the orgasm point; the peak. Tomorrow the Millions Missing campaign becomes … Continue reading Sad times, shite and happy pansies
Wednesday the 10th of May 2018 Right then day four of M.E. Awareness week - boom we're over half way through! If you're a normalton who has no need to be reading anything to do with M.E Awareness I salute you (very slowly and with less vigour than I should for obvious reasons) for coming … Continue reading Blue hair don’t care and more flaccid knobs
Wednesday the 9th of May 2018 So, day three of M.E. Awareness week and by fuck do we know it in the house of Mellars. Today has been ALL about this fucking shitty illness yet again and I'll let the cat out of the bag now, I'm really sad and really fucking angry that we're … Continue reading #ThisisME
Tuesday the 8th of May Welcome to the second day of M.E. awareness week. NO NO HOLD ON, COME BACK, I PROMISE IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT THAT - you know I write about other stuff too but this is a wee bit important and I'd be a right tit if I had the size of … Continue reading Road rage, nap dodging and a stubborn climate
Monday the 7th of May - BANK HOLIDAY HOOORAYYYYYY Yesterday was really good for me you know, it made me feel all fuzzy in the emotion box. I did nothing out of the ordinary, it was what most people would call a relaxed easy day, but it lifted me more than I think I can … Continue reading Reflection, scones and fat fighting fails
Saturday 6th of May 2018 What an utterly, utterly smashin day.... and actually the remainder of last night was great too. I guess I should start there first because it's kind of like the foreplay that lead up to today I think. After all Eli's carry on yesterday lunch time about needing a muzzy to … Continue reading SunDay, paddling and girly boys
Saturday the 5th of May Yet again I've sat down knowing I want to write but I've no idea what it's going to contain, I mean obviously it would be a shite diary if it didn't outline my day, that's a given, but, well I don't really do owt at the minute so, it's dull.... … Continue reading Spammer extraordinaire, brioche and bank holidays
Friday the 4th of May 2018 First things first - May the 4th be with you. Secondly, I say that because I want to be inclusive and embrace any potential geeky sci-fi type behaviours that may be lurking in our community. Don't worry it's very natural to enjoy, or even believe in fiction. Not natural … Continue reading May the 4th, Bigfoot and a nice sit down
Wednesday the 3rd of May 2018 Where in the name of the wee man has all the sunshine gone? I mean seriously - has the universe not got the memo about summer being just round the corner? It's really fucking cold out there. How do I know it's cold? I stay indoors all the time … Continue reading Shopping, awkward conversation and murder
4.45am. That's what time bollockchops starting crying this morning. I'm clinging on to the fact that these back molars are cutting and that's why we're up even earlier than normal most mornings. Teething is a fucking nonsense - mother nature should have sorted this shit out a long time ago, if teeth are essential make … Continue reading Gro Fuck Yourself Clock, garden sofas and a reality check
I tell you what, it aint half quiet in this house when I'm here on my own. I'm not really used to it, it's eerie. Both Christiaan and I work from home so there's generally always some fucker here making a mess, or noise, or both. I know that for a lot of people working … Continue reading Free Hoose, tremors and pork
Ahhhhhhhhhh Monday you big pile of shite; I had accepted you'd be coming but I can't say I was chuffed to see you. You'd think not having to work a Monday, and being off sick anyway that I'd be more ambivalent toward the start of the week but I've a deep rooted hatred of it. … Continue reading Less lard, solo parenting and soft play
Given yesterdays cataclysmic failing to be anything more than a big whiney fucking arsehole I was determined today would be better. If you're sat there holding your breath wondering if I'm going to start wailing and nashing in martyrdom; I'm not and it was definitely not as shit as yesterday. There you can relax now, … Continue reading Gull spew, signs and sleep
Do you know, I often sit down to write this and think I've got nothing really to say, but then I get started and I get a few thousand words jotted down and it reminds me; I'm a gobby cow. Today might be a struggle though, because, Mystic Meg has fuck all on me, literally … Continue reading Black pants, brioche rolls and sadness
You'll be pleased to hear that fame hasn't changed me overnight. I mean, sure, I woke up, full of anticipation and lay in bed waiting for a servant to come and open my curtains, but it looks like they're either a lazy bastard or have the day off. Fine, I'll open my own fucking curtains. … Continue reading I’m a bell end, I really am
It's a right dramatic looking day here today - you know how some days just look like THAT kind of nutter that ALWAYS chooses to sit next to you when you're out? That's the kind of day we're having. It's been sunny as fuck, windy as fuck, rainy as fuck and now it's cloudy as … Continue reading FaM.E. Erotic feedback and cock and balls galore
Right then Wednesday... I am delighted to announce that ceiling vag is no longer dripping ; she has now had her leak fixed. She has been dry for approximately 4 hours which means Christiaan can stop panicking that the house is going to fall in, and I can stand in the kitchen without the dripping noise … Continue reading Plumbing, Resting and a Royal rant
*FANFARE* Eli slept past 5am, which means Christiaan and I slept past 5am too hooray!!!! We were treated to a luxurious 6.38am wake up, the first in weeks! It should have been good news, but I knew the night hadn't gone too smoothly; Eli hadn't been at all settled. I knew he was awake because … Continue reading Bald toast, battered gnomes and the supernatural
Boom! Monday's almost done - I've survived! Hooo-fucking-ray! I've got to be honest, the day didn't get off to a promising start because Eli was being a massive pain in the arse but it's been alright really. I've not set the world alight by discovering a cure for tiny penis syndrome or helped a granny … Continue reading Twinnies, tantrums and Mondays
I tell you what, I'm cocky to the core sometimes! I woke up this morning and despite going to bed feeling like utter shite, I felt surprisingly normal. Well my version of normal, not yours, i.e. I didn't feel like I'd been unstrapped in the back of an ambulance during a 90mph 5 hour mountain … Continue reading Cocky to the core, cyclists and long lies
Went out didn't I? OUT OUT. With the other people and everything. In the FRESH AIR. Christiaan and I decided at 5 this morning that the idea of paying £6 each to go to a "family day" in a pub car park with a couple of inflatables and a BBQ none of us would eat … Continue reading Park life, chocolate goatee’s and M.E.
So lets start with the positives, because the sun is shining, the birds are shagging (true story, there are two pigeons going at on the roof over the road),it's payday and most importantly it's Friday which means I have 2 days of having both my husband and my boy around me to look forward to. … Continue reading Happy Friday, Janette Krankie and early starts
The memo has gone out. The sun arrived this morning and approximately 47 seconds later the entire street emerged from their homes and began either washing their car or cutting the grass. It's a phenomenon that's normally only witnessed at weekends in most streets but, we're lucky, we live amongst pensioners who have no need … Continue reading Sunshine, dull times and D.I.Don’t
Wednesday. My day of rest - also hump day. Not hump day as in shagging by the way, I made that mistake once during convo and looked like a perv, but as in: its the middle of the week, the toughest bit, but the weekend would soon be here. Last night was better, I slept … Continue reading Hump Day, GoT Neck and insurance arseholes.
Well.... it got me. Payback out played me. It couldn't even wait until tomorrow when Eli was at nursery the unreasonable bastard. I knew yesterday that'd I'd done too much, I knew I'd pay but I didn't bank on it coming so soon or so hard to be honest.... I was cocky. I should have … Continue reading Payback, shit storm and InstaFAIL
Well I'm alive so the good, or bad news, depending on how you look at it is that Monday didn't kill me. So firstly FUCK YOU MONDAY. Thankfully bollockchops slept through last night and there were no more spew related incidents, he has however, woken up in one of the whiniest fucking moods known to … Continue reading Monday, Maths and M.E.
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Tonight's blog is now live and contains many many swears and the C word. No not Christmas.
The BIG news of the day is that THE TREE TRUNK TUNIC HAS SOLD. If you have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about, go and read this first and I'll wait here for you CLICK HERE. I dunno if it was one of you crowd, if it was raise your hand actually and … Continue reading Positivity, plans and sweary scrabble
*FANFARE* Ceiling vag made it through the night! She's a saggier, dripper version than she was yesterday but that's old age innit? It'll come to us all. I've got to say, today sees me completely nonplussed about the whole "my house might fall on my face" situation, it's out of my hands, my energy is … Continue reading Circus hairs, Harry Piggle and a few home truths
Well after such a positive day yesterday.... today can go fuck itself. I don't even know where to start. Christiaan says at the beginning but I'm not sure me scratching my arse and denying I can hear Eli crying in his bedroom showers me in glory so I'll start from when I realised the clock … Continue reading Furry liabilities, ceiling vag and exhaustion