Whoops! It appears my lack of blog knowledge and know-how has made others believe I don't want 'comments' but it was another example of genuine ignoramus on my part. I suppose I didn't think I would receive comments, just that this would be some sort of reflection of my mental bilge, written largely for my own perusal. I do accept that this blog must read a bit like a re-hash but that's more by accident than design - I probably do sound 'chick lit' but so what! That's me : non-intellectual, ineffectual, middle England (but not a Daily Mail reader I might add).
I can offer further evidence of genuine, and also technical, ignoramus. I tried to install (or whatever you call it) a CD (a Paul McKenna 'relaxation' one - yes, I know fugging rubbish but might help my neurosis) and only managed it in part. It ended abruptly after a few minutes with Mr Mckenna telling telling me to count backwards from 300 and I had just reached 287 (or was it 278) when the thing stopped and The Darkness jumped in. I don't know whether it worked as I instantly became irritated that I hadn't fixed it up properly, cursing myself for not listening to husband's instructions, so I shall have to re-attempt tomorrow or something. I enjoyed 'The Darkness' more than McKenna so perhaps my sanity will be saved by them instead.
My son was bitten at nursery yesterday. I am not suggesting it was bullying. He was apparently being rather affectionate with another who wasn't as keen and ended up with what looked like a lipstick mark on his left cheek. I can't help it, I know it's going to happen but I felt a bit upset about it. I have seen him hugging and trying to kiss other children and, while it appears 'cute', I recognise that this is probably not an entirely enjoyable experience for some and that his affectionate nature will eventually end up squashed and replaced with a very teenage sounding "err Mummmmm" every time I go to hug him. I just hope that is later rather than sooner.
On another note, things seem to have taken a more positive turn with my husband. He has been home for Monkey's bedtime every night and has generally been more pleasant towards me. It's a relief. I have run out of vodka and I don't want to smoke so the remaining option was right down to kicking the wall and saying "fuck".
3 comments:
I'm sorry that you feel you can't let through the (long) comment I posted to you earlier this week.
Have to wonder though why you bothered starting a blog - if you don't want any comments?
Dear Silly Mummy - both of mine did that! they would hug and grab other children and just get thumped or shoved away for their pains. It was really hard to watch their sad, surprised faces (and also to explain that other kids need space). Ah well.
Re your hubby, you guys are just going through a brief patch. You are both young, he works all hours God sends, and you are left alone with your precious Monkey. It is probably lonely for both of you at times.
Don't worry; once this particular pressure is off, you will be fine! I know 'cos I've been there, and I'm nearly ten years older than you. We went thru a really tough time when we were both working, my oldest was four and my hubby worked late into the night and weekends as well.
It does get better and life does adjust! Really!
Sorry to go on so long and Happy Easter to you all!
Fellow Blogger - I dunno what you mean about not letting comments through? I wouldn't know where to begin on that one. Sorry that it has p*ssed you off so much! You sound very cross! Are you my Mum? She is very cross when something computerwise seems to go awry.
Ta muchly Spymum. It's kind of you to comment in this vein.
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