Friday, February 17, 2006

Oh, the shame!

Right, I think I should pack my bags now.

This morning we went to wave daddy off at the lift just in our dressing gowns. The only difference between M and me was that I was wearing underwear. He still had no nappy on after his shower.

Dh left and I went back inside, knowing that M would follow in a couple of minutes when he was good and ready.

All of a sudden I hear "pee-pee". I rushed outside, but it was too late. He had peed right on the neighbours doorstep!! I quickly cleared it up, but I have this horrible feeling that some may have seeped under the door. What's worse is that I don't think anyone is living there at the moment, so it could be quite horrendous when they return.

I know that people have got chucked out of the building for a lot less, so we could find ourselves homeless very soon.........

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Illness? I'm a Mother!

It struck me the other day that since I had M, I have generally been less ill (appalling sentence structure there, but hey ho!).

And, when I do feel pants, it is just impossible for me to curl up in a ball like I used to. Almost to the point where I struggle through the day, knowing that I am ill, but not wanting it to get to me, but then as soon as A walks through the door at the end of the day, illness overcomes me, and I feel pants.

Why is that? Its because I'm a mother. How can I possibly let my son down; not spend time with him during the day; fall into the self-pitying stupor that I used to do?

I don't think that I soldier on regardless as such, just that I won't allow myself to get ill. Is that psychological? Does that mean that previously I used to not actually be that ill, but convince myself that I was, just because it was so easy back then to take a day out from life?

And I'm sure I'm not alone. I'm sure that legions of mothers do exactly the same thing. We convince ourselves that we feel fine, because what other option do we have?
When A is too sick to work, he doesn't go. When I am too sick to look after my son, what happens? I look after my son. A doesn't take time off work to look after M (or me for that matter!), because what would he say to his employers? He doesn't get paid for the first few sick days as it is, so saying that he's taking time off to look after his son is hardly going to go down well.
I'm not saying that if I was really ill, he would carry on working, just that in the past I would have taken time off for a lot less.

OK, I'm really not sure where I'm going with this. I had a point initially but it feels like its got lost somewhere along the way.

I guess its something that I just noticed, and felt worth commenting on (you may disagree!)

Monday, February 13, 2006

Johari Window

I nicked this from Jodi's blog - Ta, Jodi!

One of these days I will actually write a proper post on here again, but for now you'll have to make do with this!

Go here to see my Johari window

Basically I need you guys to tell me what sort of person I am, or at least what sort of person you think I am!

Saturday, February 04, 2006

I Love Dead People!

OK, thats not strictly true, obviously, but I've just been watching a TOTP2 special on BBC Prime about Marc Bolan.

How sexy was that man? Looking at him has made me go all goosebumpy (although his hairstyles in 1976 were a bit rubbish)

Had to find a pic of him for on here.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Should I get one?

You Should Get an Abstract Tattoo
Artistic and uniqueYou're the most likely type to personally design your tattoo