Birthdays

Bloody hell January is flying by......Connor celebrated his 14th birthday last week and he had a great day at school.  I tried to make it slightly better for him by buying a few pressies and then taking him out to dinner.   We ate too much (again)  but you simply can't say you have enjoyed a meal unless you walk out of the restaurant bloated and uncomfortable.

Jurgen and I have started jogging together (possibly to counter act said eating habits above!)  Its just another activity we do together.  We are still novices but we have bought all the jogging perfunctories to avoid strains, pulled muscles and possible stints in hospital.  We love it.  I kinda think we had visions of us jogging under the moonlight chatting and laughing and enjoying quality time together but instead we are so busy huffing and puffing that we physically cannot talk to each other.  So, we just jog for 15 minutes (well we ARE beginners) in silence.  But Jurgen assures me that in time, when our lung capacity strengthens, we will be laughing and chatting as we jog for hours......

Work is still a pain in the arse.  Four people out on the sick is putting a serious strain on the ones left behind to cover their shifts.  I am working 50 hours a week, every week at the moment.  It is taking its toll - today Roman went to school and at lunchtime, opened his packed lunch only to find his lunchbox empty.  His sandwiches were still in the fridge at home.   Jurgs  thought I had packed his box, I thought Jurgs had packed his box and neither one of us had bothered.  Obviously it was Jurgens fault and it is him who is going to the school tomorrow to apologise.  And also to pay the sodding £2.00 for the crappy "hot" meal that they had no choice but to give to my poor, unloved, starving child.  God, the shame.  You live and learn.....

It is my birthday at the end of the week.  36 years old.  Not quite sure how I got to be this old .  Its wierd because you dont actually age mentally do you?  I mean |I dont feel and more grown up now than I did when I was 18....or maybe its just me.    Jurgs is taking me away to an hotel for the night.  I am soo excited.  A bit of quiet time, just me and him, where we will eat, drink and talk a lot.  I like to talk and I like to talk to Jurgs. 

I have to go now because I have to cut Jurgens hair.  Seriously, I have to cut his hair.  My chores never end......

Overtime

Its been a while since I've posted.  I genuinely haven't had the time...... I have worked 150 hours in two weeks and that haze of knackeredness is at its height....

Work in excess makes me tetchy and I think possibly the family have suffered.  It gets to you occasionally.  When you are working all hours, and then coming home and doing all the cooking cleaning and general housework.  So, I exploded,  and now am living in that surreal time after an explosion  when Connor and Skye are making me endless cups of tea and doing anything to make my life easier.... it only lasts a day or two but it'll do untill my next explosion!

                              

                                                           

I thought I had four days off now but someone has already phoned in sick for the weekend so guess

who is picking up the overtime??

I havent done any serious housework since Christmas.  I just cant.  When I do have time off from work it takes all I have to sit on the sofa watching TV. 

So, I am going to book a holiday.  Theres nothing better than that is there?  Looking through countless pages of holidays desperately looking for free kids places that dont ever materialise.  I fancy Mexico and so does Jurgen.    The only downside it has to be in the summer holidays and so , living in rip off Britian, I will have to pay almost double.  So, I had better pick up some more overtime......

Eating

I eventually woke up this morning already tired, which is never a good start to the day.  I've got the 'ump for no apparent reason.  Or, maybe its because I have to go to work tonight and I feel exhausted.

I think I am comfort eating. My mum made a Nigella Lawson chocolate cake/ biscuit effort for Christmas, which I believe has as many calories each bite as an entire Indian takeaway.  That is why its sooo moorish.  Its a little bit sick making but for some reason, today, that isnt stopping me. Nor is the thought that I am going to have to carry it around on my hips for the next 6 weeks (at least).

Jurgs is pottering around doing odds and sods.  I am psyching myself up to go and finish my daughter, Skye's, bedroom.  In a fit of madness I agreed to do it and at the time it seemed like a good idea.....
But this is what she wanted.

It was hard work but I am smugly proud of my art work!

Now, I just need to lift my fat arse up the stairs....god, the strain.

DIY

I worked the night shift.  I came home and slept for two hours.  Kind of a power nap but I feel worse now than I did before, certainly not any more powerful for having done it.
Jurgen has decided to commit DIY this afternoon.  Its a slow process, DIY, in this house.  We take 6 months thinking about what I want to do.  Approx 18 months getting it started and another 6 months finishing off.
 In the summer we bought an outside light.  It was urgent that we put it up as we cant see the keysafe outside in the dark.  So, he is putting it up this afternoon.,  Baring in mind we have managed to get through half of the winter without it....  he has given me an half hour explanation of how he is going to do it, where he is going to put it etc etc.  I glaze over at the first hint of DIY talk, but I think I did well, agreeing in the right places and nodding enthusiastically every 5 seconds all the while thinking of what I was going to cook for dinner.  He's happy,so I think I pulled it off.......

So, as I leave hubby DIYing I blog, interupted by the odd occasional sh*t and bug**r coming from very stressed DIY man......   stressed?  Doesnt know the meaning of the word!

Knackered

but instead I am a full time working mother of four.....my life is a whirlwind of work, children and not much sleep.
 I have kept a diary since I was ten years old so I can tell you what I have done every day of my life since then.....and now I am 35.   So,  I am gonna start a blog.  For me.  I dont do much for me.  I dont have time.  But this year I am going to blog and I am going to find the time.
Its New Years Day..   theres nothing on the TV so we  (Jurgen, my husband, and me) are watching repeats of Border Security?   I feel I need to know the customs procedures for Australia... I mean what if I decide to visit??  I certainly wont be the one being caught with plants in my suitcase.  No siree, not me....
I need to cook dinner before I go to work.  Im thinking leftovers? Again.  Thats the beauty of Christmas and the New Year.  I can put a plate of half eaten leftovers in front of the children and they dont bat an eyelid.  Its lazy parenting this weekend and I am all for that.
Then I am going to clear up the front of my house.  I dont like my neighbour, he doesnt like me.  He flicks his cigarette butts at my car, parked outside the front of my house every day.  I usually just flick them back over to his side every time I go out there but today, I am moving on.  I am going to  pick them up and place them on the bonnet of his car, maybe using said cigarette butts to spell out "p**ck  " ..... somehow it may give the game away that its me....