It's a Fibro kind of public holiday.

When you're a mum, and a stay at home mum, public holidays and school holidays matter very little, as you don't really know that they are happening. The only reason I knew that there was one today is because day care kindly reminded us all on Friday not to bring our kids in on Monday, as it was a public holiday and they would be enjoying their day off.

That's all well and good, but crap, Monday is my cleaning and nap day!

Actually, everyday is a nap day and come to think of it, every day is a cleaning day to some degree. What else can I expect, with 2 cats, 2 dogs, a 3 year old and an occasional tradesman husband (we are separated, hence the occasional for when he visits his daughter)?
 (We do hope to reconcile eventually.)
I forgot how much harder it is to do things with a temper tantrum throwing at the drop of a hat 3 year old determined to 'help me' & insisting on 'being the leader' at every possible opportunity. *SIGH*

It's even harder when you're having a Fibro flare. And you have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome & a Chronic pain condition and a migraine threatening to take hold.
I still got a heap done, but I needed a good long nap this afternoon/evening. Luckily for me, I had demanded (strongly insisted) that hubby be here to spend the day with his daughter. I can't sleep if she's not supervised. Then the little bugger decides to have a nap with me! I say little bugger, because she NEVER naps when it's just the 2 of us!
So even though I got a considerable amount done, by anyone's standards, I feel like I have achieved nothing. I guess it doesn't help that the second I finish vacuuming the cat and dog like to roll all over the mat (limited carpet in this house, due to fluffy children!) and it looks worse than it did before.

And let's not talk about trying to put the doona cover on! It's hard for me on a good day. Today was not a good day. The dogs didn't want to get off the doona. The 3 year old didn't want to get off the doona. Then she wanted to hide under the doona. Then she wanted me to flap the doona over the top of her as the dogs were enjoying it (as i'm painfully trying to get the cover off, then on again). I was nearly in tears by the time I'd changed the cover. So, the second doona is still naked. And it's going to stay that way until Wednesday, when Miss 3 has decided that she would like an extra day at kinder (day care). Thank goodness for small blessings!

It would be nice to spend a day, an entire day, playing with my daughter. I wonder what it would be like. Nothing else would get done, and I doubt that anyone would eat. I think I would need a week to recover too! I cherish the moments that I have. Most mums dream of a day to themselves to do housework unimpeded,  or go out or engage in a hobby/work/study but more likely than not, my day without mini me is going to be spent largely in bed.

I hope you all enjoyed your long weekend, and feel rested and enjoyed every minute with your children, no matter how many, or how few those minutes were xox

Thankfulness

I just wanted to pop in and say that despite the turmoil in my life at present I still have so much to be thankful for.

A beautiful daughter, supportive & loving friends & family. My 4 loving fur babies.
A roof over my head, a nice fire to keep us warm and food in the cupboard, just to list a few!

I will readily admit that I have been focusing on the negative too much lately so now that I've realised that, I just wanted to shout out to the universe that I AM THANKFUL!

Have a cracker of a Wednesday xox

Feeling old.

I got a new handset today. I'm now rocking a galaxy s4. I have only the vaguest idea of what the hell I'm doing but i seem to have the basics down. I can blog, install apps & change my wallpaper. Send texts and I assume make calls. (I don't think anyone would appreciate a 1am phone call, even if it is from me!) But I can't get on fb or messenger or find my little emoticons for texting.
Such first world problems.
My younger sister is assisting me and failing that I'm sure that the worm could tell me what to do. (She's 3)
Feeling slightly old right now.
I don't even think mobiles had been invented when I was young. I didn't get my first phone until I was 18 and it was a brick, the only game you could play was that worm game & it was one non colour teeny tiny screen. No Internet or any of that either. How things have changed!

I just had to share

I achieved something really awesome that I've wanted to do for a long time. My sense of achievement and "rightness" is off the scale right now.
I completed my reiki level 1 today.
New awakenings have already begun.

ANZAC Day

So, it is only the wee hours of the morning and i'm glad that I don't have to get up for the dawn service, as I would resemble a zombie (more so than usual).
I do want to thank all armed service personnel that protect our way of life now, sacrificed their lives in the past for my way of life now and their ongoing commitment to my country's way of life in the future.
There is a strong military connection in my family. My little brother was in Afghanistan and I thank him for his dedication and action. It wasn't easy.

We really are very lucky. Taking time each day to give thanks and show kindness is the least we can do to repay those who gave their lives, were willing to risk their lives and those who will serve in the future. Thank you.

Lest we forget.

Saturday Night - First EVER date night!

Yes, after over 10 years together, and nearly 5 years of marriage - our first ever date night. Turns out when you don't see each other every day you put in a bit of effort! Who would have thought?

We saw Noah tonight - we both quite enjoyed it. That in itself is unusual as we don't tend to like the same movies, songs, foods, hobbies or anything really! Opposites attract.

This week has been crazy. So crazy I cannot in fact recall much of what has happened at all. Oh yes I can! It was crazy busy because my sister was down for a week long whirlwind visit! YAY! I love when my sister comes to visit. It's exhausting but I love it. And the worm loves her Aunty. And, instead of just chocolate for Easter, I also scored 2 new pairs of jeans, now that i'm a bit skinnier and apparently it's not cool to go out wearing your compression gym pants ;)


I did make these. Not sure if I've already shown you.

And I've been creative... So here goes. Enjoy your Saturday night peeps.

The beast flies high & mighty in the sky

Roaring in triumph but for what, who knows

The silent battle where the real fight lies

Hidden by the anger and fury on the outside

Beneath the volcano at the base of the mount

My old friend anger sits poised to pounce

You should be retired now old friend of mine

Not risen once more to do battle within my mind

The time for peace must be now

Or forever doomed to this cycle I'll be

Go rest old friend, let the dragon sleep

My hear grows weary and my soul it weeps

Forget the pain, you have seen me through it

The hurt is gone, that rage now useless

Sleep until I needs battle again

I must find your twin your opposite end

I seek peace and love, your shelter no more

A fear I must face to move beyond this place

No fear is greater than fear itself

Mine is mighty, but so too am I

Come down now dragon come down from on high

I seek slumber and rest, your life force is mine

Now moving forward to a place of the divine

Refill your cup, let it overflow now

Your time is at its end

You will be remembered dear friend

Embrace the light, the birds fly free

And I with them, they will lead me to be.

ETSY - it's time to get this stuff happening

OK. Anyone an expert on ETSY shop set up etc? 
All input would be welcome.
I shall start trawling through their how to's and help as of tomorrow. 
But seriously, I'm going to bed now!

Sunday. Good old reliable Sunday.

Yep. Once a week, every week, Sunday comes around, and all too quickly it goes again.
Kind of like a sale at your favourite store - you hang out till pay day but by then, all the good stuff is gone. Ever time. Without fail.
Sundays in our house are pretty average to be honest. I want Sunday to be family fun day, or family day, or just fun day. Seems that by Sunday we are exhausted, except for the 3 year old energizer bunny that doesn't know Sunday is for chillaxing!

After kid wrangling for 6 days in a row, I am exhausted by Sunday, and I want to spend at least a week in bed. Not likely as there is SO much to do! And our house is one of those good old fixer upperers that leave you feeling overwhelmed before you've even begun. Hence why very little has been done in the 9 years we've lived here. Hence why I think I'm on the verge of a break down.
I have several 'diabilities' (although i don't like to think of them as that) that physically restrict what I can and can't do. It is beyond frustrating wanting to get things done and your body saying ' bahahahahahahahahahahaha in your dreams! Back to bed you go!'. And then to wake up and find that instead of the cleaning fairies paying you a visit, the garbage goblins have trashed your house. So all hope of actually getting anything done is out the window, because you first need to clean the goblin mess.

Is it any wonder then that I am worn out, run down and running on less than fumes? I'm a wreck.
Regardless of this fact, I have decided that I must persevere. I must set a good example, and I must set that by leading by example. I am sick of trying to motivate others. I am over waiting for certain people to help me out. If it must be done, it must be done by me. I guess that also pacifies my control freak nature too!

I have a kitchen that I really really really don't like. My other half liked it, wanted it, and somehow he and his mum came home with it and then he and his brother in law installed it. Now, I'm a shorty. I hit 5ft tall. I wear heels alot. I can't reach half the damned cupboards! And the colour is so dark and oppressive and there are doors that don't shut and drawers that don't shut and I can't see the back of ANY of the cupboards. Oh, I just had an idea - those touch/sensor led lights, I am so going to get a heap of them, and whilst I'm at it, I'm gonna get some for my wardrobe too, can't see a damned thing in there either (or reach the top shelf!).

So, I've started the prep coat on the cupboards (no sanding required!) I've probably talked about this before. I am ultra excited to be finally doing something I've wanted done. It sucks that I have to do it but I'm going to be really proud of myself when it's done. And I can say - just because I have 'disabilities' does not mean I do not have worth as a human being or as a member of society.

That's the problem with labels, they aren't always helpful. If I act 'happy & health' (the chronically ill know that being 'well' is a mental battle that never ends) then people assume I'm fine or worse, that I'm a lazy, attention seeking whinger. But if I act how I truly feel (you don't want me to go there, trust me) then people tell me a) how ill I look and I should be resting (cue pity etc), b) people tell you to 'just snap out of it', 'just smile and things will be ok' or c) the head game starts to get the one up on you and you can't cope. It's a bitch of a 'catch 22'. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
And heaven forbid if you get genuinely ill with the flu or bronchitis or something. Your body doesn't want to know about it, that's for sure. And it's hard to get anyone to take you seriously because of all of the above.

So, even though I'm 'normal' sick I must soldier on. Those cupboards aren't going to paint themselves and let's face it, I'm not going to get a rest until I end up in hospital so I might as well go hard until then! (I've got that self deprecating, sarcastic look on my face).

Now, time for some prose....

A flip of the coin
Your life changes around
Tossed into the sky again
Time twists, warps, bends
Slowly readjusting
The locations are all new
Have you found your footing yet
Time to toss the coin again

I got more but the need for sleep is winning.
Have a great week all xoxxo

Absence does make the heart grow fonder

Who would of thought that the old saying 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' actually has some truth to it? Unbelievable right? But still, very very true.

I mean, at the end of the day, when you tuck your small children into bed (3 year olds are channeling the devil) you know that you won't see them for a few hours at least (well, you pray that you won't see them for at least a few hours) and that makes you forget all the things they did during the day - like wanting to know WHY, and 'where is that persons mummy' 'is that car racing us' 'drive faster' 'where are they going, who do they live with, what's their name, i want to see my best friend, why can't I eat chocolate until i burst etc etc etc and fifty bazillion other annoying things (apparently bajillion isn't a number but a bazillion is... huh) and you're all like ' aw, i can't wait to give them a cuddle when they wake up (in 12 hours time other wise mummy is going to need a padded cell or a bottle of wine).

Yet often, the reverse is true of our partners. THEY get to go to work 5 days a week. I'm a stay at home mum, so I don't get to go have adult conversation. I'm living, breathing and thinking for and like a 3 year old. So when I then bombard my partner with 50 million questions about the outside world, because Jimmy Giggle and Dirt Girl really don't know that much about current affairs and the answer I get is 'I dunno. Ok I guess. It was alright. Not much' followed by 'what's for dinner' I start to wish that the person who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with would just go the hell away!
But wait, there is a catch. They can only go away if and when it suits ME.*thump* Sorry, I just fell to the floor as I was laughing so hard! AS IF!

ME has been forgotten, pushed aside and shoved in a dark corner in the furthest recesses of the universe. I can't even go to get milk and bread without a struggle. My 3 year old is like a clip on koala - her legs work just fine but I always get 'pick, pick, pick me up mummy' or even worse 'race me mummy' but don't even think about getting close to her because if she doesn't win, the world has ended. You know how I know that the world has ended? The antichrist has returned and is acting through my child, in the carpark!
So if I don't get adult conversation from the other adult I live with and instead I get more 3 year old type questions and then they think that they are going to go and have a life - um, NO FREAKIN' WAY! Apparently then I am being unreasonable. This coming from the man child having a very 3 year old tantrum. Righto.

So slowly you get sick of the thought of them coming home blissfully ignorant to my plight of 3 year old hell. You know that instead of getting a team mate, so you can tag out for a bit, you're gaining another child. Except this one can't be sent to time out. This one cannot be bought off with a toy or chocolate. This one has money and a car and an attitude too (although the attitude pales in comparison to the 3 year old!). It is beyond infuriating. And then they have the audacity to go and have additional adult interactions! The nerve!

Anyway, I think I digressed somewhere near the start of this story. So, having some time apart from your partner really is like a holiday. You know everything has been done, once the 'devil' is in bed you don't have to get up and find anything for anyone, or do anything for anyone. You don't have to ask 20 times if the dogs have been fed or the bins have been taken out, because you just did it to start with so you know it's been done, and done right.
Now you actually get to experience something similar to 'relaxation'. It's great. I don't know what the real thing is but this shadow of it is just the bees knees! So the absence of my man child for a few nights makes me want to speak to him, because when we talk, it's about adult stuff. And i don't have 20 million stupid things that I have to do like get up and help find the milk or something stupid like that! (Even the 3 year old can find the milk!!!).

So, I think every stay at home parent, or the main parent in a family with children should have a night off. Every single week. And ME should never be too far away. And if your partner gets to be with his ME all the time and you have forgotten what your ME looks like, take the time to find it. It is good for both of you, and as the old saying goes 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' and I no longer want to rip his face off at the mention of cricket or some other sport or 'grown up thing' that he might be enjoying whilst I am stuck watching telly tubbies or in the night garden and explaining why lala doesn't have a mummy or daddy at home.

Put your feet up, have a drink and drift off to wonderland (don't get confused and go to neverland, it's populated by boys who don't want to grow up and that's what you're trying to escape from at home!).

And that wraps another eventful weekend folks.

So much can happen in such a short time.
So many feelings and emotions can be experienced in what seems to be the single beat of a heart.
Yes, I have been reading young adult fantasy books. 
I'm reading the Fallen series by Lauren Kate. I really really like them.

I had a body shut down today, which was poo but not unexpected given that I've been pushing pretty hard without a break, and minimal support. Certainly not additional support from those who should be feeling obligated but let's not even go there!

My father in law is doing well. A pacemaker is only 1 night in hospital these days. Wow.

I'm so annoyed with myself and my silly willful mind of it's own body. I'm in two really big showcases in the next week or so, but do I have any items ready? Um, that would be a big fat NO! And the ones I did have, just aren't doing it for me so I don't want to submit them. So tomorrow, somehow, I have to miraculously make it happen.... yeah, right. 

My epic fail. The theme is RAINBOW. This is not rainbow.
 

The fabric I used looks like this, but it seems that I picked the dark bits. Don't get me wrong, the fabric is gorgeous. See the darker bits, that's what I got, even though I'm sure I picked more rainbow bits! I guess they're covered under the stupid yellow I added :(

Did you know that the phrase yeah, right is the only phrase in the English language where 2 positives creative a negative? Love it.

I really need my items to be A+++ in these showcases so that I can keep coming back. I need to start using my fabric and bringing in some cash. If you have spare spoons (i'm a spoonie) and extra sewjo, just, you know, telepathically download it into my brain anytime now!

Since I spent most of today in bed, after I did the washing, hung some cabinet doors, cleaned and cooked I really have nothing else to show except my epic fail owl bunny. Meh, that's life. I'm actually going to put that on a t-shirt when I get around to it.

Good news, well sort of good news, I haven't gained any weight (despite doing very little this week) but I didn't lose any weight (I don't understand why not, I only drank about 2 litres of cokes and ate half a tub of butter and 2/3 block of chocolate!). Just so unfair! It's not like I can go for a run, I'd end up in bed for a week! Kinda doesn't work when you have the cutest 3 year old in town who hates to sleep and sucks the life force from me! Good thing she's cute!

I think I'm just going to call it a night, settle in with my book and hope that I wake up tomorrow to find that today was just a dream and I have all the time in the world to get things done! (insert maniacal laugh!)

xox luv y'all and i'm hugging you from here!

Friday Night Again.

Just more of the same.
Another week of nothing different. Or rather, another week of nothing. 
Although I think I've probably achieved a few things I feel rather like I've gone backwards.
I even started writing again today. 
I'm hesitant to put it on here. That's how awful I think it is and just how low my self esteem must be.

How did I get to this place? I bend over backwards to help anyone and everyone, but yet I can't help myself. I don't do it for praise, reward or recognition, I do it because it's what should be done. No one should be alone. Or feel helpless or desperate or trapped or like they can't call on someone, even if it's just to bring them milk when their kids are sick or loop them in on a group message that they missed part of. 
People I haven't even met in real life, I offer support and love when I can. I like to smile to randoms on the street and chat with the seniors in the coffee shop, because they feel better too. I give hugs to randoms and people i've only just met, because people might be good at looking happy but inside they're crying out for a little bit of 'I just need to feel a bit special, i'm stuck in a rut'. I hugged a lady the other night (who I'd only met once before) and she nearly cried because she couldn't remember the last time some one had just given her a heartfelt hug. I'm sorry but it was that long ago that she was really hugged that she couldn't remember it?!? 

My little internal radar does tend to be amped up a bit, and I can spot a mask on most people from a long way away. But when did people become so good at being lonely, and accepting of it? Why did society let this happen? When did WE let this happen?

So next time if you think someone is a little off, ask them if you can give them a hug. The worst they can do is say no. And the best they can do is say YES! And even though it is better to give than to receive, it takes 2 to hug so you get the best of both worlds. Start small. Watch the ripples. Live in peace and love freely. xoxo and you never know, it might be me that you save with that random smile or hug :)

I wish I didn't feel this way
I mean I just don't understand
I tried to do all the right things, didn't I
Yet somehow it all got out of hand
I thought I had it all figured out
I thought that you could see
That I gave you every little bit
That made up all of me
Now I'm not so sure anymore
I guess that's plain to see
I'm torn in two directions
Each way is not an exit, just a different kind of cage
I guess I should feel lucky
I should let go of all that rage
But everything I worked towards
Seems to have brought me nothing but self hate and pain
I can no longer tell you
And you can no longer hear
So many fragments of myself
Not a single piece is clear
Shattered and worn down and out
The tank is running low
I cannot see a way out anymore
I guess I have to let you go


And this embarrassing composition is why I tend not to write these days :P

Is it as simple as a new coat of paint???

To make my kitchen look nice - quite probably
To make me feel better when my house looks finished - more than likely
To fix my relationship with my man child cricket obsessed husband - i don't know. I guess I could try gassing him with the paint fumes?

What I don't understand is, he is nearing 40, works for himself (the sole 'bread winner' as it were) yet he takes the day off work because his team won their grand final and they had to keep on celebrating. Um, it's not like you just won the ashes hun, and I'm pretty sure that the aussie cricket team isn't allowed to celebrate, and if they do, they at least are getting paid for it.

I must come across as a money hungry bitch, and I say this to my friends. The flip side is I would also give away my last 5 bucks without a second thought. I just want to be able to pay my bills and but all the fabric I need. Did you notice how I said NEED, not WANT? I NEED it. It makes me happy. And one day, when I'm not quite so stressed and unwell I will actually get to create amazing things with my fabric. It is my promise to myself that I will eventually win.

I am also furiously frustrated that I can't work. Hell, some days I can barely remember how to breathe (and that's meant to be one of those autonomic functions - guess when your autonomic system tanks on you those essentials to life occasionally falter) let alone crunch number & manage accounts. Yet that is exactly what I do for my husband, regardless of the personal cost to myself, and then he still gets to go and play stupid cricket (not for Australia).

And could someone please explain to me how if the grand final has been played, cricket season is still not over? What the? That's like having a pack of never ending tim tams, and we all know that ain't the case!

So a coat of paint - I started painting the kitchen today. I packed up more minky and added to the great tub wall of fabric in my craft room. I think I need to put up a hazard sign - beware of falling felt or something like that. And whilst cricket season is over, but it's not over, may offer a reprieve from his love affair with his club I can't help but wonder what will happen in 6 months time when the painting still isn't finished and he starts putting on those whites again. Do I keep painting, or deprive bunnings of my sparse financial contribution and realise that you whilst you can't polish a turd, you can roll it in glitter, which eventually fades and falls off?

If this stuff didn't cost a fortune you can bet my house would be COVERED inside and out, but I'm going for a more grown up shabby chic with a slight touch of french provincial thrown in for fun.

And to keep me motivated, here's one of my favourite songs.....Yes we can!

The wee hours of Monday morning.

I cannot tell you how ecstatic I am that my husband won his cricket grand final today.
I also cannot contain my joy knowing that once again he isn't working tomorrow. It's worked out so well, now he can stay out getting trashed until sometime much later today and upon his return home he can work on his couch slug impersonation. 

Don't you just love it when it all comes together so nicely? I know I sure do.
Any who, I'm going to be woken up in 6 hours time (if I'm lucky) so best rest whilst I can. 

It's not like single parenting is totally new to me but doing so whilst being horribly ill has been such a fun and unpredictable time of excitement I just don't know if I can wait until next cricket season. (Drowning in a pool of my own sarcasm). Maybe I should encourage hubby to play footy again.
Peace out bitches xox

Friday - Well, technically now Saturday, but that's just semantics.

What an absolute tropical cyclone kind of a day. Hot, then cold, wet, then windy then the sun comes out and the sky turns black again, emotionally speaking of course. Actually, if I think about, that actually describes Melbourne's weather today too!

So, after my over extension of physical and mental capacity yesterday I was a car wreck today. Hubby had the day off, not for like a nice RDO or let's have some time together as a couple, but a 'i don't have any work today' day off. Friday is MY day. MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE! I love to be around people, but sometimes I need to have my space to just switch down. (Switch down, what the?) I can't switch off, or deep down don't want to switch off due to my hidden control freak nature but I can dial it down on a Friday. Just ask any person that has a scheduled 'washing day' or 'shopping day', if that gets messed up, everything else is out the window. For atleast the next week or 3! It's seriously damaging to the running of my life! (LOL @ me running & having a life!!!!)

He did the dad thing and took her to kinder as I was knackered. If he hadn't been home I would have gotten up as usual and done it myself but when in Rome.....

Knowing that there were going to be storms, and my gutters (my relatively new gutters that cost me money I don't have) have been overflowing again, I asked him to clean them before the storm hit. Pretty easy, our house is a postage stamp and you just walk around with a leaf blower. Then he comes inside and flops on the bed next to me as i'm having the disability insurance interview from hell (an hour! a whole freaking hour!) and says he needs a sleep because 1) his back hurts & 2) he had to get up to the worm this morning. Seriously? His back hurts? Maybe it's time to give up cricket hey senior? Oh no, that's right, he hurt his back lifting Chlo. Um, if you see me, I practically have a worm velcro-ed (how the hell do you spell velcro-ed?) to me all the time. And i'm not as strong as him and I have some serious health issues. Did I mention that I have health issues, hence the hour long interview that normally takes 10mins so carrying the worm all day is rather PAINFUL for me? No, I didn't mention that.....? 

Anyway, I had to go and run a heap of errands, and I was expecting that when I got home he would have done something, anything, to make the house a little bit more organised so that there would be less for me to do because let's face it, I am a car wreck today no matter how much make up I put on! Alas, he was still in bed where I left him over 3 hours ago. So instead of me being able to take a nap before picking up the worm, I had a shit load of house work to do instead, and I was already running on negative. (I do realise that I am switching tenses here there and everywhere, leave me alone, i'm disabled!) So I had a spaz. A nice big one. A tropical cyclone kind of spaz. Tropical cyclone Andy strikes again.

Then the courier that i'd been waiting all day for arrived with the most generous, massive gift of fluffy goodness that I could ever imagine. I was worried that she'd packed one of her kids in there for me it's so big. When I get to open it tomorrow you better believe there will be happy snaps all over the place! To my R in WA xoxoxoxoxoxox you precious gorgeous big hearted angel. 

Then another beautiful friend dropped in with dinner for me for tomorrow night knowing that hubby will be tied up with his cricket grand final. Awwww. And then her hubby text her and invited us over for dinner. BONUS. She gets me and I'd like to think that I get her. Anyway, hub & chlo went for dinner, and I went to bed with Valium. 6 hours later I felt more like a category 1 storm than a killer cyclone! Thank you xo 
(Funny thing to note, my friend's 10 year old also now refers to napping as 'having an Andy'.)


Another sparkly friend sent me this pic, as it reminded her of me. It is one of my faves.

Nothing else wraps the crazy cyclone day without a DIY haircut. Luckily I am much better at cutting people hair than dog hair. I'll show you a comparison and you can decide for yourselves. Poor, poor Mikey.......

Geez I babble on. This was going to be a quick 2 liner saying that I wish I was as funny and witty as Shaun Micalleff. Which is true. His show - Mad as Hell is hilarious. 
Worm tried to sleepwalk to the lounge room about 11but couldn't get the door open so just went back to sleep on the floor (spaz) so when we checked on her she was all for mummy snuggles on the couch. How lucky am I? Really, in spite of everything, I am freaking lucky and blessed. Then foxtel (moody bitch) dropped out so there went my re-run of 'keeping up appearances' but it was all for a reason, so i'd flick to free to air and watch Shaun M.

Anyway, back to sleep now that I've had my 'Andy' before bed. Love & happiness to all of you. And if you need any tips on how to turn yourself into a tropical cyclone, call me on 1800 BAD ASS :P

Thursday - Take 2

So, hubby could have come with us today, as he wasn't working, but he didn't. POO bum wee fart!

We had a great day, worm & I. And on our way out of the gardens, getting lost, we saw an Echidna crossing the road. So I decided to be impulsive. I stopped the car in the middle of the road. (Not a busy road, just a long entrance driveway) And then I got out of the car, got the worm out of the car and we went and had a look at the cutest echidna. I have photos. I will get them posted up soon. It was a great moment to have with the worm. Just another mummy & worm family moment. 

Any who, I am watching Grimm (how I LOVE this show) and eating my awesome muffins that I made with the worm, and I've just had a chill pill so the night shouldn't get any worse, until my husband comes home bahahahaha!

What a busy Thursday

I went to the cranbourne botanical gardens today with my mum and grandparents and my grandmas brothers, and the worm. It was pretty important to go as my Grandma was really sick at the end of last year. 4 generations cruising around on the tour bus. Pretty good day, but the drive there and back and the energy it takes to be out in public is a killer. You'll all be relieved to know that my wit and dry sarcasm have not faded due to misuse ;) And I can still get many laughs from the relo's.

The drive on the way down was easy - apart from road works but you get that. The car also managed not to stall out whilst I was driving - which it's been doing a lot of lately. However, or should that be 'but'. There's always a 'but' somewhere isn't there? I exited a different way to the way I entered. Since my driving relies on visual memory (most things i do rely on visual memory, so if I didn't move it (and see myself moving it) I can't remember it) I had NO IDEA where I was. I took a wrong turn. Then I felt like I had taken a wrong turn so I turned on the navigation on the phone, which proved that my hunch about taking a wrong turn was correct. Except then it directed my home not the way i went there. Luckily I have driven down that way before. As my panic began to rise trying to get back to my beloved Eastlink (or even the M1 at that point) my phone dies. And I don't have a melways in the car. You cannot imagine my relief upon finding Eastlink. I was nearly a zombie by the time I got home. 

Worm has this persistent cough and as Rick wasn't working today (oh goody, because I love being poor) I'd booked her into the doctors and told him it was his turn to take her to an appointment. He's never had to take her. So he was nice and grumpy (probably because he got woken up from a nap lol) and was all like - she doesn't need to go to the doctors.  Grrrrrr.
Anyway I was asleep when they got home and I got the usual - 'Get up, I have to go to cricket training!'. Not - are you ok, will you be alright. I am so over it. 
And when I'm tired I have NO patience.

Still, I managed to feed her and we made muffins together so I must have done something right.
 
Guess who's been out of bed already 3 times tonight (not Rick). Because her dad isn't home to say goodnight. I am that close to losing it, and I never lose it with her. So now I have mummy guilt, I'm exhausted, I'm in pain and I'm cranky. So I said she had to stay in bed otherwise there was no Kinder tomorrow. Seems to have worked. She is tired and needs to be in bed.

I'm over it. I hurt. I'm tired and I'm alone. I'm going to go and have my cocktail of drugs and see if that doesn't help some.

Well I was going to write something all happy and sarcastic and witty but guess I just turned into a whiny housewife. Ooops.

Hump Day

Hump day....



I have managed to have 2 naps already, it's only 7pm. That about sums up my day. Gave Mikey (my puppy) an impromptu hair cut. It's not so bad. 
Hopefully I achieve something good tonight. I saw my Grandparents for a bit so that was a bonus!
Hope you're all having a great hump day. 2 days until the weekend!

Tuesday already? But I've only had.....um, NOT ENOUGH SLEEP!

Tuesday already? But I've only had.....um, NOT ENOUGH SLEEP!


So, hubby made it to the cricket grand final. Excuse me if i'm repeating myself for the 50th time, this week is a bad one (stupid chronic illness and pain syndromes!). Out of the 4 teams in the semis - all 4 teams made it, only his got through. Typical. But he's worked hard for it. He runs that club sometimes single handedly (i don't care if spell check tells me that's not a word, i just added it to the dictionary - go on, i dare you to look it up!) and he's Mr Competition. It nearly cost us our relationship but we made it through. I'm down to 1% function and am running below empty so the end of the season can't come soon enough for me.

Yesterday I slept until 2.45pm and I hurt so badly everywhere. If you could see the handful of meds i take several times a day (all in one go, i must hold a record or something, surely) you'd be wondering how the hell i could still be in so much pain. I often wonder that myself. Then I remember that I didn't have a nap at all on the weekend and I didn't take my huge magnesium & extra extra doses of B12. 

Today I managed to fall asleep on 3 separate occasions during the day. And today is not a Kinder/Day Care day. Mummy guilt - 125% and climbing but as i'm so tired, I won't remember this tomorrow! (seriously, i won't!). And these are the fall asleep mid conversation type things, like a narcoleptic without narcolepsy.

It's funny, one of my GF's, who has 3 kids (my idea of hell, as I struggle with my 1 angel...maybe in another life time) said to me how hard she found it when she had larangitis to keep things together. And the time she went on the biscuit and couldn't move for nearly a week. And being wives/mothers, not sure how it is for everyone else, but things tend to not get done, or slacken off considerably if you're not cracking the whip. Anyway, point of the story, apart from she is exhausted and at the end of her rope from trying to keep everyone else chipper, she said to me - how the hell do you do it? Seriously? I can't even begin to imagine. 
I try not to think about it. It's too hard. You just keep going because you can't stop. Oh, and did I mention that I am stubborn. STUBBORN!!! I refuse to give in (although that might be just what i need). And apparently at the moment the body is forcing me to give in. I HATE not having control over when I am awake and asleep! A 3 year olds feet kicking me in the back during the night for the past 2 nights has not been helping either.

Gotta hand it to hubby tonight, he did the dad/mum duties (probably only for an hour or so but it counts because i was unconscious) and when i did wake up from some freakishly bizzare dreams he got me dinner in bed. Even gave me coke in a sippy cup like i asked for. He didn't want me to have my laptop 'because then i'll wake up and not go back to sleep and i need to rest because he can't help me this weekend due to the grandfinal' (seriously.... ok, i guess so) but no amount of anything is going to keep me awakes. 

I did achieve one thing yesterday - apart from those pesky house duties i still manage to do..... 
I occassionally do some testing (can't be bother spell checking etc tonight, can barely see the screen. Feel free to arrest me grammar nazi's, i could use a week in grammar jail to recover) for a very creative embroidery designer at A creative Medley. www.acreativemedley.com/

Obviously not my 'official' photo but he's so cute and bunny owl fluffy! 

Hubby, my dear sweet sleep police, has just come in to take me laptop so I have to give in to sleep again. I DON'T WANNA GO TO SLEEP! Who am I kidding? Of course I want to go to sleep, just want it it happen when I chose it , not when my body decides.

Sweet dreams lovelies xoxxo

Rock on peeps, rock on!

I think i took a short cut - feels like i'm already there.
Rock on peeps, rock on!
http://splashurl.com/qxf3abr

Don't sew when you're not in the mood for it.

Shitty crappy poo bugger wee bum!

Don't sew when you're not in the mood for it. 3 broken needles later and 2 hours of my life that I shall never reclaim, all for nothing. Didn't even get to finish watching my movie. 
Night night sweeties.

It's not pants off Friday.

It's not pants off Friday.

I always say to worm 'it's not pants off friday' because you know how 3 year olds love to run around without their pants on? Anyway, they do.
Turns out that friday is in fact 'bra optional friday'. Also shower optional and getting out of your pj's optional. With this new knowledge in hand I decided that I would go to the shops without any make up, not brushing my hair and not changing out of my pj's and see if anyone would know the difference.

You many be shocked to realise that NOBODY even gave me sideways glance. Mind you my pj's consisted of some baggy cropped harem trackies and a t-shirt but I kid you not, I think I may have been better dressed than some people who had gone to effort. (self important much!) Spotlight is having major renovations done, so there were tradies everywhere. Don't guys like beer and boobies?
This is my pj top...

So, the moral of the story is, don't stress about your appearance because nobody really notices if you are still in your pj's, have no make up on, aren't wearing a bra, haven't had a shower or washed you hair! xo

Hello!

Well, hello there.
I've never done this before. One of my gorgeous friends (she's real, i promise, i just only know her through facebook, but isn't that where most of our friends reside these days) has just started her own blog and it was great so I thought, what the hey, I'm going to give it a go!

The surprising thing is that I've actually given it a go! I have the best intentions in all the world to do things, especially things for others, but i'm lucky to get out of bed in the morning and make it through the day without a nap. No joke. It's now known as 'having an Andy' (daytime napping that is) and I expect that Websters or Collins will be calling me any day now to request my consent to update the definition of 'nap' in their dictionaries!

I know pink can be a bit hard to read, but I so love colour. Especially pink. Which is weird as I used to always wear red, not pink. Pink was my sisters colour but she lives far away and is all professional and such so it's not really an issue anymore. Now that I think about it, most of my clothes are black. I am so not confused.....really, i'm not!

Half the time I'm either so tired i don't know what i'm doing - like I put the kettle in the fridge or I can't remember if I actually went to the toilet so I do it like 3 times in a row before I decide that I must have pee'd only to still be awake 10 mins later wondering if i really did pee and freaking out that i'll pee in my sleep (it hasn't happened yet) so i get up again to pee. Really, it's ridiculous!

So for now, this page might look a bit 'bare' but as i figure it out, probably slowly as the brain just ain't what it used to be (and sometimes I take enough meds to knock out 3 small very cute ponies but i'm still wide awake) it will get more pretty and sparkly! Erm, that is to say, informative and witty!!!

Have a beautiful night and I shall try and sleep around my 2 dogs and 1 cat currently sleeping on my bed. Princess feisty lou lou is bigger than my puppies.

Love and happiness peeps xo

This is my worm showing me how to sleep.... with one of my Un paper dolls that I make. The design is by BeeStitchin' - a very clever lady I know makes all these wonderful designs that send me broke! On a good day I get to sew some of her stuff :)
 http://splashurl.com/p2t6o42