Well this is a fucking laugh a minute, shit... totally on my arse,walking round crying. Mark comes home from work, moans about what I've done and i don't blame him the house and me look like shit.
My task of painting the very small bathroom has taken over 6 months,finally i have the first coat on the ceiling. cant wait to not have to bath and dress without painting equipment and step ladders falling on me. I'm absolutely whacked out, not physically, mentally.
I had my eye test about 1 month ago, daisy played up the whole time , throwing her hat off and grabbing her head,pushing her fingers in. I left half way, got my percription, didnt get chance to look at any glasses. The optision said my eyes had deteriated more than they ever had before(from test to test) and asks 'had anything changed? new job? driving? more stressed? ....I had visions of me grabbing the bowl fish bowl specks of her, placing them firmly on her nose bridge and sceaming 'look through these,NOW DO I LOOK STRESSED?? ... big time.
Im sorry this blog is so negitive its mainly for the benefit of the general support system around me, Im kinda hoping someone or something will step in soon, like before i end up in a nut home not even knowing my own name. when i went to buy the paint and small roller tray weeks ago, i went to the same shop twice and brought the same items, all bar a different make paint (same colour/wipeable stuff) the second time around id totally forgot id already brought it. Ok we all do things simular, but the second shop was 2 days after the first!! and theres other goings ons that make me think ok, breath........and breath again.........
well how exciting daisy can crawl, not!, every day i clean the blood from the cot, this morning i even got a bit of flesh. wow, but hey not to worry as her little clever brain is there all protected with that skull around it.....whoops oh no it isn't..........ok, so theres no skull protecting the top of her head and she wants to poke her finger in it, and the skin keeps breaking and bleeding because shes mobile and wont wear her bandage. i told mark not to work weekends any more, but the last few weeks we have suffered as his wages have hardly kept us afloat!. £40 per weeek on school dinners!!, bring back turky twisters i say.! ;-)
so yep hes working this weekend, i feel like running away, but who would feed the kids??
as ive had no help ,advice, or support in finding/building or providing a safe area for daisy, ive thrown the towel in. this is a break for me these few minutes that i muffle on to you lot, what lot there is of you??, and to be frank this typing stresses me out i cant spell, im a lazy writer, and i dont even know why im writing...........
My task of painting the very small bathroom has taken over 6 months,finally i have the first coat on the ceiling. cant wait to not have to bath and dress without painting equipment and step ladders falling on me. I'm absolutely whacked out, not physically, mentally.
I had my eye test about 1 month ago, daisy played up the whole time , throwing her hat off and grabbing her head,pushing her fingers in. I left half way, got my percription, didnt get chance to look at any glasses. The optision said my eyes had deteriated more than they ever had before(from test to test) and asks 'had anything changed? new job? driving? more stressed? ....I had visions of me grabbing the bowl fish bowl specks of her, placing them firmly on her nose bridge and sceaming 'look through these,NOW DO I LOOK STRESSED?? ... big time.
Im sorry this blog is so negitive its mainly for the benefit of the general support system around me, Im kinda hoping someone or something will step in soon, like before i end up in a nut home not even knowing my own name. when i went to buy the paint and small roller tray weeks ago, i went to the same shop twice and brought the same items, all bar a different make paint (same colour/wipeable stuff) the second time around id totally forgot id already brought it. Ok we all do things simular, but the second shop was 2 days after the first!! and theres other goings ons that make me think ok, breath........and breath again.........
well how exciting daisy can crawl, not!, every day i clean the blood from the cot, this morning i even got a bit of flesh. wow, but hey not to worry as her little clever brain is there all protected with that skull around it.....whoops oh no it isn't..........ok, so theres no skull protecting the top of her head and she wants to poke her finger in it, and the skin keeps breaking and bleeding because shes mobile and wont wear her bandage. i told mark not to work weekends any more, but the last few weeks we have suffered as his wages have hardly kept us afloat!. £40 per weeek on school dinners!!, bring back turky twisters i say.! ;-)
so yep hes working this weekend, i feel like running away, but who would feed the kids??
as ive had no help ,advice, or support in finding/building or providing a safe area for daisy, ive thrown the towel in. this is a break for me these few minutes that i muffle on to you lot, what lot there is of you??, and to be frank this typing stresses me out i cant spell, im a lazy writer, and i dont even know why im writing...........
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