Knuckle Down…
So the move is underway, I am buried beneath boxes, armed with a packing type roller and seriously unafraid to use it. Not only is it moving time but I am having to go through the boxes that I didn’t even open the last time I moved.. So I am taking the time now to declutter and donate. I am going to do an ‘easydoesit’ move, not wanting to do it all in one day. So with the physical declutter of my surroundings I attempted once more to arrange a meeting with the HairyKnuckle so that we can discuss between all of us an appropriate arrangement with regards to access for the girls. With the current NO ACCESS not being appropriate, of course. This was all spurred on as well by having just read in the Mercury how a Mother was put in Westville Prison ...
My list..
Today I am checking the items on my list.. This list consists of things that need to be packed, done and checked before I leave this afternoon. I wont return here till Sunday (which is just as well because Batlady has once again arranged to collect the girls on SexyG’s weekend so we wont have the awkwardness of seeing them but not seeing them..). We were going to take the girls with us, but apparently HairyKnuckle and Batlady have their own ideas in life.. so we will let them be… (for now) I am going to the Berg this weekend, not exactly sure where it is yet but there was mention that GPS coordinates will be sent later this evening and that I should just head towards Mooiriver in the meantime..lol! Also, just discovered there is no electricity there...
Monsters come in all shapes and sizes..
Give me a Zombie anyday, at least with a zombie there is no ulterior motive. It wants to eat my flesh and that’s that. BatLadies and Hairyknuckles on the other hand are conniving two faced bitches who are driven by evil and do as they please in random formation 24/7. And just when you think you have it figured out they change the rules.. you know what I mean? This morning I said an awful thing.. and hate that I felt that way but enough is enough sometimes.. I told SexyG I am over trying to make plans with his girls, Everytime I try Hairyknuckle gives us a lame assed excuse about how they have other plans blah blah blah only to discover afterwards that it was a lie (obviously) and that they went to Batlady’s (RIGHT NEXT DOOR!) which we only find out...
Too much at the same time..
I know it isn’t all about me but it feels like it is…and all I want to do is cry..all the time It was supposed to be a calm relaxing weekend with the only planned activity being SexyG’s daughters birthday party on Saturday. But as we all know life never follows plans.. Here is a snapshot of my weekend: Saturday – (woke up at 3am – unable to sleep) Awkward moments shared between Hairyknuckle & myself while we watch SexyG’s darling princess bounce around at her birthday party.. <–weird feelings to be expected, the crazy eyed looks from the friends were unnecessary though Sunday -(woke up at 3am -again) Started really sad with me missing my mom like crazy.. my kids also forgetting it was mothersday, making it...
Spin Here …
I almost did it.. It sits here in the drafts folder ready to go but I will not be sending it out today.. I thought I was “OK” with it and that I had moved on and that it was just one of those things we as people have to deal with when surrounded by Idiots and Assholes. But when I woke up this morning in PURE ANGER I realised just how much I wasnt “OK” with it afterall. So I had some coffee, did some breathing exercises and all sorts of Mojo enhancing techniques that I could muster without resorting to putting a hairdryer on the grass in my attempt to dehydrate the front lawn into a *dube*.. I then composed the email whereby I inform the party/parties concerned of how I have made copies of all their long forgotten secrets and not so...
I just discovered..
That after not sleeping properly for days when sick..I am now battling to sleep more than 6 hours.. <–Insomnia is boring That even though my kiddies are Big Boys.. They still need their Momma.. <–*Happy Dance* That the corner Cafe wont deliver eggs even if I ask naaaisely!.. <–Muffins will have to wait That I am still battling to overcome the urge to say Fck You to ppl.. <– Find myself screaming it in my head now instead That sometimes the truth is not as important as is who can lie the most convincingly.. <–Another Fck You moment That HairyKnuckle still reads my blog .. <–Fan, perhaps? That I need more coffee.. <– Cup is empty again Be the first to like. Like Unlike Share...
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