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Saturday, 31 May 2008

I spoke too soon ...

...on 22 April - 'no dramas, no excitements' indeed. Since then daughter's ex has threatened suicide, I have had a mini-meltdown and semi-squished an infant, son's hopefully soon-to-be-ex has had him arrested over trumped up charges then dropped them and yesterday daughter discovered a large gash in beloved dog's chest that must have happened during a woodland walk the day before. Off to the vet's we went and BD was examined, sedated, stitched, un-sedated and provided with a course of antibiotics, all for the paltry sum of £96.96. Not bad for half an hour's work. Grrr. Good job we love BD! Is there some cosmic catastrophy spotlight focussed on me and mine at the moment? Perhaps if on the 22 April I'd written 'hope I don't wake up tomorrow a stone lighter after a night of mindblowing passion' or 'really enjoying going round to mum's five days a week, hope she doesn't tire of my company', I would be a happier woman today, instead of a miserable git sitting at home on a Saturday with just BD for company while husband and daughter are off partying with friends. (I never feel very sociable on Saturday evenings due to postshoppinginMorrisonswithmumitis.) Ah well, time for another cuppa.

Monday, 26 May 2008

Things that are stressing me out at the moment...

  1. My son's bunny boiler girlfriend and her potential for catastrophic harm
  2. My mother
  3. My general knackerdness which means I'm not getting as much done at work as I'd like
  4. Stress induced itchiness that wakes me up in the middle of the night (see post time!)
  5. Being at least a stone and a half more than I'd like to weigh
  6. The state of the hall, landing and stairs - the next mammoth redecorating task
  7. Turning 57 in three weeks' time - a cruel joke, surely there's been a miscalculation?

Sunday, 25 May 2008

cleanliness is next to godliness....

...because the more housework you do, the more exhausted you get, the less energy you have for anything vaguely sinful and the faster life will pass you by! Ironic, innit, that now having three rather nice looking recently decorated rooms, I find myself impelled to clean up every few minutes. When the house was more tatty, I reasoned that no amount of dusting and hoovering would improve the look of the place, ergo - hardly ever did any. I am turning into a bit of monster though, husband will be regretting the days when he moaned about my sluttishness - now his ephemera gets shifted into cupboards or neat piles out of site as soon as he turns his back. That'll teach him hehehe.

Tuesday, 20 May 2008

The triumph of hope over experience

Redecorating - the practise of spreading the entire contents of one room among the rooms adjoining, thus making three rooms absolute tips and practically unusable for three times as long as you thought it would take to finish the decorating, not to mention the enormous task of deciding what to replace and what to chuck/store once the job is done. I still can't see my kitchen table for piles of paper and assorted rubbish.
Emptying the attic - filling i) one skip with assorted junk from said attic and other parts of the house ii) one van with a) the cardboard boxes from every item every bought over the last twenty two years, saved just in case we needed to take something back and b) all the electrical appliances that conked out but might come in useful one day then moving boxes and boxes of unread books, ugly ornaments, family keepsakes and other homeless stuff up into the empty space left by the skip and van filling.
Family get-togethers - where one parent is fast losing patience due to above on top of the usual elderly-mother-aggravation, t'otheran is stubbornly attempting tasks beyond the capability of his knackered back then moaning to everyone about it, son comes up to help and brings girlfriend and we all tip-toe politely around the minefield that is their relationship at present and daughter, bless her, is a tower of strength to all.
Last straw - where the sight of two shelves made from i) grubby white mdf and ii) dirty cream painted mdf adorning the newly painted alcove in my beautifully redecorated sitting room is enough to induce pacing, sitting, more pacing, increasingly tearful (and higher pitched) explanations of how far short this effort fell of my expectations (ship/ha'peth of tar sort of thing) and finally total sobbing meltdown. Got me new wooden shelves sharpish though :-)
And if you thought that was bad - on Sunday I stood on a baby. Daughter and I were walking through a restaurant door at 8 o'clock at night and as I crossed the threshold I stood on something lumpy, took another step, looked back and it was a baby that some idiot mother sitting on the far side of the room had let crawl about on the floor! Still don't know which bit I stood on but I don't think s/he was badly hurt. Imagine if I'd been a 17 stone rugby player or a waiter with a sizzling dish?!

Saturday, 3 May 2008

Matchsticks please

It's been an exhausting week full of late nights and sleep interruptions via the dog's daft o'clock perambulations and an unnerving daughter's drama (the drama, not the daughter). Next week should be better - I'm off work and cuddly son is coming up to stay, yippee! The house will be in chaos as we're planning to turf out accumulated rubbish and start redecorating but it will be lovely (hopefully) when done. Then I'll need a proper holiday!