Now my muddled day may have been because i could not get out of bed (thats everyday), Ethan stayed at home (to prepare for Grand Final tomorrow), i visited Jim and he looked happy with his new friends and looked at me like i had dumped him, i am changing my medication on my own because i am so tired and my blood test gave no reason for it. So i am still tired, and my head is messed up, probably not a smart decision.
The blood test mainly came about (and skip this paragraph if i already told you this) because i had a work 'institute' bonding/useless information day and i had declared i was not going. My boss who will no longer be my boss after next week said i better have a medical certificate for the doctors appointment i had said was booked for months and i could not possibly change to attend the work thing. I lied. I had to make an appointment, then make an excuse to the doctor as to why i was there, which resulted in sending me to have a blood test. Nothing wrong, except my cholesterol might be a little high, although he thought that might be an error because the numbers did not add up. I admitted to recently eating Jamie Oliver 30 minute meals at least three times a week. If you have his cookbook and i know for a fact that i should get a spotters fee as 2 of my friends just bought it this week, he uses stacks of oil and butter and custard and cream. Oh and i should mention that i eat one croissant every day, with an iced coffee. Is that bad?
My muddle started this morning when i did not have a croissant, then at 11 am i had to race to the bakery to get my fix. Seriously it was just like when i quit smoking the first or second time. Not the third, i was hypnotised and i dont care about smokes anymore.
So i have mentioned washing. I dont want to be negative about it or the process as i am trying to create a new positive me. I fucking hate washing (did i say that out loud). I keep all the clothes separated in their own little piles according to colour and dirtiness (is that a word), i almost cant wait for Friday to get it going in an attempt to have nothing there for the weekend. Today i did that, then Mr J and Mstr J emptied their cars and bedrooms and every other hidy hole and created a new pile. That gets me down. I just would like that it either starts to do it itself or someone invents a washing machine that washes, dries and folds, i would ask for ability to put away but thats a bit unreasonable.
On a more positive note, i asked Mr J if he had noticed how positive i had been lately. He said yes he had noticed and thats what he hated most is when i am so negative (which i havent been for some time). He says this as he is yelling abuse at the news when they talk about most things, so i am trying to turn Mr J into Mr Positive. I will keep you posted.
I made it through my 41st birthday, yes i can say it out loud and my beautiful neighbours put on a fancy dinner (on a school night) and a most fabulous cake with 41 written on it (not so fabulous). My neice asked me if i got spoilt by the boys. I said "no but we are happy". That has bothered me since i said it. Yes we are happy BUT i explained to them all that i felt unappreciated and when Mr J complained about me using too many utensils when he had to wash up the after night after a Jamie O special, i could have stabbed him. I dont know what i am expecting. Gifts, praise, a parade? I think that i need to maybe get over it and expect no miracles, i know that they all love me, but they are boys.
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