Ok, screw this not saying anything if you haven't anything nice to say blogging plan, it's not working so well.
I have to go get Olivia again in 3 mins (oops, post will be interrupted) because I just went to get her an hour ago and forgot today was drama day, so that took me 40 mins in the ice and traffic and blah blah and now I have to go do it all over again. I also forgot to bring her to her art class on Monday. Fuck!
Things are getting me down a tad.
The fact that our govt are pointlessly selling the country up the river with its people in a leaky boat is freaking me out. No one's being prosecuted. It's all... acceptable.
I must ring the phone company and say please let me pay the phone bill I've been delaying slowly. I don't get paid for another ten days, and then that has to last me through Christmas and til the end of January. Which is always a notoriously long month. And Axl is NCTing his car, and had to get things fixed and new tires - so that's costing him a grand, just before Christmas. Usually I just put Christmas on the Visa bill, but that has brought me to a point where no more can go on the Visa bill. I'm actually going to write another whole whiney rant about belt tightening and quality of life and what's the fucking point, oh, but maybe I won't do it here, I dunno.
Christmas. All this ice, and lots of time-consuming work which never seems to amount to as much in terms of cash means I haven't done ANY Christmas shopping yet. AGH.
Tommorow: I've made lists. Bodhi's going to stay late in playschool.
Deep breath.
Being sick is not helping my mood. Airplane germ-air gave me a nasty sore throat that intruded upon my slightly snow-stressed holiday and then developed into a full blown evil thing when I got home. It's nearly gone, I'm just all hoarse and the cold air hurts my throat and chest, and there is copious yellow and blood tinged expectoration - my poor dried out mucous membranes are suffering. All these minus temps and central heating are playing havoc with me. Bleh. My friend asked me the other day as I sat there talking intelligibly through my congestion, did I not believe in going to bed when I'm sick?
Ha! Insert Bitter Laugh Here. Of course I do. You all know that because I berate you when you don't.
But I couldn't. WorkkidsWork etc. SIGH. And I'm not sleeping well due to all the throat pain and dryness and work and the fact that Bodhi is also suffering from it and waking through the night and coming in to me and keeping me awake and waking up early etc etc. I mean, the night before last (because last night was a 2-am-er) I resolved to go to bed early, and was tucked up by 10 15. And then Bodhi woke up four times, I had to wake up and get a drink because my head had dessicated, and then Axl forgot his keys and rang me to open the door and then Bodhi woke up again and came in to me - and this was all in just over an hour and a half! It was funny, really, if it hadn't been me, at least.
And Olivia... I don't know what to say. This house feels like The Excorcist at the moment. Please send calm and love this way, it's tough right now.
And for some reason my cash-card is being refused. I'm sure there's money there!
Ohhh, if only they gave prizes for complaining, I would ace it.
Or something.
Ok, in happier news:
Three extra free Aloe Vera toilet rolls, our toilet roll of choice that I should no doubt no longer be buying as they're a luxury, but under my nose is all red and raw, and this will mean I don't have to buy balsam tissue to try and save it.
On the way home from exchanging the Christmas lights that didn't work I realised that thanks to the aul' soft Irish T, the kids think the forthcoming Narnia film is called The Dawn Shredder! The Dawn Shredder of DOOM!!! Bodhi suggests. I love it.
It seems to be thawing. Seriously, and this for another rant, the old people and mothers with tinies in buggies I've seen slipping all over the ice rink pathways... ridiculous. So far I only know of my cousin's husband's granny breaking a hip, and I hope it stays that way.
I'm sure there's more good stuff. I don't know what right now, but I have to go make pizza, so I'll return to think about it soon enough.
8 comments:
Aw Jo I am sending you love and happy thoughts. Sounds like you're having a tough time.
You should try to build in little treats. Even if it's just fifteen minutes with a book and a cup of tea and a blanket over your knees. A small kindness for yourself. It helps.
xxx
Oh, Jo. These are the hardest times in a woman's life- I swear. You live through it somehow. And you look back and you wonder how you did.
You are strong. It's good to get out a cry every now and just let 'er rip.
Maybe your card isn't working because of this hacking thing going on.
Tell me about it. I nearly kill myself everyday and that's only walking from the house to the car. It's minus 10 here today again and I can't even see my car. But I will be using my brush on the registration plates first today because the other day I had my neighbour's car almost completely cleared if snow before I realised ! Fuck. He was happy though. :-)
I completely understand the women with their babies though. I make a point of going out with the baby to minus 10. Colder than that and I have to sit at home and slowly go mad.
I hope you have a good day today :-) And I hope your stuffiness clears up
Thanks ladies. x
Mick, my husband has Polish people in his shop complaining about the cold here! Well, it's thawed now, but it was in minus numbers last week, and they were saying, at home it's - 20 but it doesn't feel like this! I suppose it's the damp that does it here.
They also thinks we're insane because we drive in the snow and ice in the same normal tires. They're not wrong.
I changed to winter tires a few weeks ago thank God! It was -20 here last week but it does feel different to the skin-peeling freezing gusts my parents have been having in the north of Ireland! Apparently it kills all the bacteria off too and fewer people get sick. I'd take this weather over a muggy 39 degrees any day!
Hope you're feeling better!
Ha. Ha. Ha.
a bit sickly sweet. but I'm obsessed. Plus it made me question my cynicism. Which is a bit like the pope questioning why women don't just do the cleaning. but then i remembered that 30 to 40% of the plebs vote FF
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-NpATPAa08&feature=related
Thanks itchy :)
gads, you poor snuffly girl. yes, you must do as Mwa says and do a good deed of hot tea and alone time. sending lots of calm karma and you WILL survive!
re: ice. you sooo have to get the hell out of Ireland! South! south, young lass and make haste!!!!
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