This is not cool. For almost a week now I've had a blocked nose, am not sleeping properly. I am keeping beechams and kleenex in business going by the amount of stuff I'm buying. Its got to be Manflu. I'm moaning as much as a man would.
Monday, 7 November 2011
I don't know what has happened, what part of my mind or body is playing tricks on me but I feel really out of sorts at the moment. I'm drowning and struggling to keep my head afloat with the house, and spending time with the boys. On Sunday I have neither of them and spent all day doing nothing. I literally folded some washing. That was it, how fecking lazy am I? What is wrong with me? I've lost my mojo. I'm dreading going to college tomorrow as I'm really not feeling Psychology at all and am dreading Biology as I think I did really bad. I NEED merits and distinctions to get onto the midwifery degree programme. Even the writing of my personal statement is trying right now.
Saturday, 5 November 2011
Saturday, 29 October 2011
Whats on your list today? My list is this:
1. Sort out the floordrobe
2. Go through Roberts clothes and get them on facebay/ebay/charity shop bag.
3. Put away my mountain range of clothing currently cluttering one of my sofas
4. Get dressed...yep at 13:05GMT we are still in our pj's.
5. Go to a halloween party in Ashford.
I'm seriously struggling with the work/college/mum/life balance at the moment and you can see this when you look at my home. Things are NOT good. I can only call it a temporary blip for so long can't I?
Just a quick ranty pants on here. I was going to go out with the young uns from work Thursday night and then thought I couldn't cos I'm skintos and then discovered actually I had some money so messaged one of the guys going out to find out where they were meeting. They said that they weren't going cos they had no money. Today, all over a certain social networking site there are pictures of all of em out having a good time. Ah well, I shall go back to being all serious and won't try and fit in thinking I'm still in my teens and early twenties when in fact I'm almost thirty.
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
I asked if he would be happy to have Robert for me if I booked up to go away for my birthday next year. He agreed and said yes of course. I asked Sean the same thing and he said, yep, just let me know the dates and I will book it off work and take Joshua away for a week. So fast forward to the weekend just gone and he's pressuring me to meet the wife and then throws me the 'well when you're away next year she will be looking after him as I've got to work' card at me. I mean WTF? I would have thought any NORMAL man would actually want to spend time with his son but no he's pawning him off on the wife for the week. Fucks sake. Pisses me right off.....not only that but the last three weekends he's been down there and I've given him his swimming stuff he's not taken him. It's like he wants to put on the facade of being this perfect father when in fact he's really not. The novelty of being 'dad' has worn off. He wanted to go down to every other weekend having him from Friday to Sunday which at the moment I'm not prepared to do neither is it fair on Robert to go from seeing him every week to every other.
The blokes a fucking cock, end of.