Monday, March 7, 2011

monday

Fights and tears to get Olivia to school. I am a crappy, crappy mother. Considered drowning sorrows in a chocolate muffin but chastised self - how would being fatter and feeling even more pathetic make me feel any better. Came home and had smoothie with tsp of green powdered veg and porridge with blueberries but still feel no less pathetic.

Read the news. More snow and - temps on the way.

 New govt voting to sell off Ireland's woodland on Wednesday. Know I should be screaming outside the Dáil along with all the rest of us, but apathy and financial desperation means no one will do that, me included. Have to work. Visions of a logged Ireland haunt me. If they cut down al lthe trees and sell them off, I really will not want to live here any more. They're selling our power to, in this era of insane oil prices and ecological crisis. Stupid. They're selling our soul.

Please sign the petition here if you haven't already.

We're also getting visited by the Queen, then the Pope. Why? Nobody wants this. we can't afford it. I highly doubt the queen and pope want it either. Please. Some common fucking sense. Please!


OH: It gets worse: http://www.broadsheet.ie/2011/03/07/guess-who-shell-are-using-to-work-on-the-corrib-wells/

Great.

3 comments:

catherine said...

I know Jo, it all seems so desperate.have been awake since 5 fretting about just about everything..its hard to see the wood from the trees(could nt resist ) when your own finances are a constant burden..and then I shouted at the kids trying to get them ready for school and they shouted back and like you I resisted the temptation and didnt buy cigarettes to make me feel better !! aagh its monday..
p.s...you are not a crappy mother :))

Jo said...

I hope your day looked up, Catherine - nice work on not buying the cigarettes. Not worth it!

itchybollix said...

smokin'!