I realise and absolutely know I am not the only one who feels like this. I know I have it easy compared to others and I really do appreciate everything I have even if I forget that a lot. But feeling stressed isn’t nice. Even if it is desserts spelt backwards.
In the same way every action has an opposite and equal reaction, for all the ka-BLUE-y moments, I have had some wonderfully uplifting ones too.
Every week I meet up with my lovely breastfeeding support group; a room full of like-minded mothers and we have a chat and a laugh and the odd brainstorming session over coffee and biscuits as our kids play
loudly, messily, play together. It is
my lifeline. I know I am in excellent
Over the weekend I received a lovely message from a friend to say she spotted someone chatting about my blog on a parenting website. Little old me, getting a mention on rollercoaster.ie. That was lovely let me tell you. Rollercoaster.ie was my old lifeline back in the early, dark days of parenting.
There was a wedding. With dancing. And Guinness. And more dancing. And laughing. It was exactly what I needed.
Discovering we are going back to Rosslare for our holidays again this year. I am really excited about that one. I mean really! I have already started to compile my holiday reading list.
And then this little bit of fun; being nominated for a Versatile Blogger Award. It is not a real award rather a blogging version of receiving a chain letter. Remember those fekers? I never got a chain letter in my life and seeing as I am prone to stressing out over ridiculous things, I am thankful for small mercies as I doubt I would have been able to handle the pressure of it.
For one thing I wouldn’t have been able to afford all of those stamps.
This one I didn’t mind getting. Like I said it’s a little bit of fun and proof that someone out there actually reads my ramblings.
There are a few rules associated with The Versatile Blogger award. These are:
Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog.
Share 7 random facts about yourself. Who doesn’t love talking about themselves?
Then pass on the award to 13 other versatile bloggers.
Thank you to The Airing Cupboard (a little place to vent) for the nom! Sometimes I hide in mine! Oh, did I just waste a perfectly good random fact? I’d better get started.
I don’t make beds. There. I’ve said it out loud. The very odd time, I will make mine and the boys properly. But this is only when I change the bed linen. Every other morning I don’t touch them. I will readjust when they get ridiculously crumpled and askew but it is not something I normally do.
I enjoy my own company a lot. I mean really, really, really, really, really enjoy my own company. Other people complain that their kids sent them on a downward spiral into financial ruin, stole their freedom, drove them to drink or destroyed their core strength. Mine keep me from me.
I’m not too fond of being touched. That sounds weird but I kinda like my personal space. Nothing beats a rugby tackle hug from your kids but sometimes my skin crawls if they even start walking in my direction.
I don’t watch television. I very possibly might if the boys weren’t so territorial but as there isn’t anything I feel the burning need to watch anyway, that’s ok with me. Sometimes I keep one eye on The Big Bang Theory and I like to watch Home and Away back to back as I
chug sip wine
in a ladylike manner but that would be it.
I much prefer a book.
I detest, with every fibre of my being, cooking. I do it because I absolutely have to and I can do it. But that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it. And I so don’t. It is time consuming, boring and I resent it so much. If I had a cleaner I would ask them to cook the dinner instead and I would mop the floors. Every time!
I hate butter. With a vengeance. Cannot stand it. On anything. Even the butter dish being near my plate gives me the heebie jeebies. When I make pancakes and use maybe three pinheads worth of butter to oil the pan, I breathe through my mouth so I can’t smell it. Milk doesn’t float my boat either. Which is odd as I rather enjoy a cappuccino.
If I am wrecked tired, a bit hormonal, having a bad day or all of the above and you are nice to me, I might cry. I much prefer people to be mean when I am feeling delicate. I can feed off that and build up my strength on it but holding a door open for me or asking me if I am ok, will be my undoing. So if I ever leave your company in a hurry know it is because you have upset me greatly by being nice to me and I am not able for it and have run off to cry in my car on the way home. But please don’t stop because when I recover and get over my mortification, I always think of you in the most blinding of healing lights.
And now it time for the nominees. These are the blogs I nom for The Versatile Blogger Award.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is entirely up to you what you wish to do with your award. Keep it in the bathroom (isn’t that where all the best Oscars live) pass the conch or ignore it.
Tis only a bit of fun.