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
Mondays aren't for me really. The weekend's gone and I give not one fuck about the "new chapter" of Monday. For people who work it's the beginning of a week of dealing with the shenanigans of others, for people who don't and want to its a reminder that life has kicked them in the chops, and … Continue reading Skidmarks, milestones and networking
Now because I'm an utter tease, I left you with a bit of a cliff hanger on last nights blog. I know for many of you you'll have been stalking the Facebook page until you found out if I had made it to B & Q with Eli and Christiaan this morning. I've not let … Continue reading Denim tree trunk & beach dreams
Saturdays are my favourite day of the week by a long way. Christiaan is off work, I'm off work legitimately and Eli is off nursery, our time belongs to no one but us and we generally have nowhere to be and nothing we need to achieve. I bet that sounds right depressing to some of … Continue reading The best things in life cost a fuck tonne of money actually
So first things first. As someone who is metabolically challenged (fat) and doing fat club I CRAVE meals that remind me of the hedonistic days of eating out and drinking lager... like burger and chips. I have a very complex relationship with burgers; I'm not a big fan of meat (titter) so technically I should … Continue reading Burger Friday, Davie and Agnes, and shame
What a fucking day. It's ironic. I spend every day trying so hard to do it all, and do it all well, but there's some days where the one thing I'm trying hard to ignore gets the most attention. Today M.E. has won. It's a sneaky bastard really. I can tick along, I can follow … Continue reading OK, OK, you got M.E.
I started the morning with melon that tasted of sadness and despair... a fruit that had clearly been forced to grow in less than optimal conditions, plucked too soon and then shoved into a boat or a plane or something fucking else, I don't know, the point is, IT WASN'T READY and it wasn't the … Continue reading Gladrags and Codeine
Today's been a right odd day... and the funny thing is, that those around me probably haven't even realised that I wasn't on form. That's the thing about this - you can't always SEE it. I woke up today, and yesterday for that matter, feeling shit. Really shit. I don't really want to labour on … Continue reading More faces than a royal flush….
Everyone's got SOME sort of hobby right? Even if its just eating or picking your nose or summit - it's one of your favourite things to do, therefore it is a hobby. Bird watching, train spotting, reading, crocheting, eating chicken dippers for instance = hobby. When you're spending a fuck tonne of your day indoors … Continue reading Lean on M.E.
After a really REALLY quiet day yesterday I was chuffed to the back teeth to wake up this morning and feel more alive... a bit like Jesus was a few years back I imagine. I'm the first to hold my hands up and say that religion isn't for me. There's no mass debate for in … Continue reading Terrible 2’s and out of place toast
I tell you what whoever said there was was NOTHING like your own bed wasn't lying. After almost a week sleeping on Christiaan's folks spare bed I would have punched a granny for a decent nights sleep. The irony of it all, is that its Christiaan's old bed from when he lived in his own … Continue reading The joy of bed… and bread
After the drama of my C-Section and back surgery I was craving normality and control and I got it for a wee while you know. I continued to grow stronger through the months of 2016 and I was excited - really excited to start living a bit more. Eli was changing so quickly; he'd progressed … Continue reading You’ve got to be kidding M.E.?
Like a tit I was telling everyone how AMAZING I was feeling after Eli arrived, and I really did. I had bounced back well from a horrendous pregnancy and a brutal birth and I was feeling like my health worries were behind me. Someone must have heard me being a smug twat though and decided to … Continue reading Major surgery…again?
Christiaan and I are a bit more... mature... than some other parents. We're the cheese of parents. Not the mouldy sort, no, I mean we're not THAT old, but the sort that's been around a while. More than Dairylea, less than Stilton.... MATURE CHEDDAR! That's what we are - the mature cheddar of parents. Hooray, … Continue reading When are the grown ups coming?
Be gone bellies! I imagine that losing weight with M.E. is a bit like trying to have sex with a flacid knob. You have the right equipment but the bastarding fucking thing just will NOT work. I have legs, arms etc, just like you (well maybe not you) but I can't exercise like you. I … Continue reading Can’t stop M.E. now…. ahmm having such a good time, ahmm tickling your balllssss!
Right then, I guess I'd better start.... I genuinely have no idea why I'm starting this blog, but I'm forever being told I should and I'm running out of ways of saying " I don't want to" ... I'm giving in essentially. I also have no idea what I am setting out to achieve, or … Continue reading Well you’re here, so you may as well get comfy