I want to believe I am the best thing since sliced bread.
I want to believe every heart felt word or encouragement from my partner’s mouth.
I want to believe I am the best mum for my daughter.
I want to believe what my daughter so freely shows, that I am her idol.
I want to believe I am the mum that she sees.
But I don’t believe it. I know me better than that and I believe I am toxic to my child.
Isn’t that fucked up? Continue reading “I want to believe”
If you don’t think of Elf when reading that, then I feel sad for you.
You don’t need to have seen Elf for the post, but it might help your life in general.
Read that exactly like Will Ferrell in Elf please.
I’m thinking, whenever I am feeling down I like to express it in a blog, most likely in an attempt to get it out my mind and understand it better. Plus it might help other people to know that they are not alone in their thoughts or struggles. Lately I have been experiencing another strong emotion – Love. So why not share that too?
Continue reading “I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it!”
Some of the firsts that the baby books don’t list
You know all those baby books you get, the one that you fill out with all the babies firsts, like ‘first haircut’ or ‘first cinema trip’ or ‘first sleep through the night’? Well they are missing a few important milestones, the unspoken milestones.
Jessica was sick this morning, her first ever full on adult spew of undigested banana (*bokes). It got me thinking, there’s a few ‘firsts’ that are conveniently left out the cutesy wootsy baby books. Forever wanting to be a help to society, I will help fill those blanks in right now. Continue reading “Honest Milestones”
Pressure! Pushing down on me, pressing down on you, no (wo)man asked for
*crawls, only slightly, out from her negativity cave, opens laptop and tries to remember WP login details
I’v not been very active on here for the past week. When I started blogging, just over a month ago, I was all over it. Constantly thinking of blog ideas, writing notes, trawling through millions of blogs. I thoroughly enjoy reading other people’s blogs, even better, I was enjoying chatting via comments. Finally, I had something to think about other than my mental state. I immersed myself in my new found hobby, I’m fine. I’m totally kicking depression right up it’s arse.
Very good. I’m talking utter pish (Scottish for piss/crap/shit/lies). Continue reading “Pressure”
I’m claiming my parent sacrifice medal for this one
You might think you know what love is, you may describe it as a warm fuzzy feeling or needing/longing for that special person or maybe you think love is managing to live with someone for your whole life without sticking their head in a blender when they are getting right on your tits.
Well, I’m going to tell you what true love actually is. It’s Peppa Pig at the cinema. Continue reading “Peeeppppa Pig – Pass the wine”