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.
Just me talking about myself. No seriously, it is me, talking about myself, but I tell it how it is. I'm sarcastic, I'm wry, I suffer from dry and dark humour. I'm self deprecating. I am also funny and witty and it seems that I like to share my thoughts, since I have so many of them. I hope you find this blog entertaining and that you can relate to some of it. I also have rediscovered my ability to write prose, of a sort, and I need an outlet, so let me entertain you.
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