Tuesday the 12th of June 2018 What a fucking day.....No don't worry, it's not one of THOSE posts. I've caught a bus and THEN flagged a taxi to take me away from the pity party that's dominated me this last wee while. Nah, today I'm undoubtedly fucked, but I'm in good humour so you're safe. … Continue reading OAP grafters and unreasonable goblins
Saturday the 2nd of June 2018 I KNEW that June wasn't as much of an arsehole as May was. She couldn't be. Not when she brings with her long days and sunshine and here we are on her second day and you know what? It's been alright! Actually, some bits of it have been really … Continue reading Bouncy pillows of fun, farm shops and dinosaurs
Saturday the 26th of May 2018 Private Mellars reporting for duty.... aaaaaaaateeeeeeeeenshunnnnnnnnnnnnn etc. etc. Firstly, sorry for missing last night. No, no, relaaaaaax, we weren't meant to be meeting at that seedy bar again, I mean for not writing. Those that follow the Facebook page clearly had an explanation (also sad face pics) but I … Continue reading Joggists, tantrums and a weird bruise….
Vlogging, more of the same and cat shit. A day in the life of your average M.E. riddled mum.
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
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 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
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
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
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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*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
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
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
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….
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?