>Because I am
narcissistic naive enough to think people I don’t know care so much about my blog life that they have been wondering what I’ve been up to, I’ll fill you all in.
I had a baby four weeks a go (but you knew that).
I got a staph infection two weeks a go. It’s lovely. You should see it. ACTUALLY you should have seen it when I was at the hospital at 2am getting it lanced because it was oozing out my skin. Told you. LOVELY.
We (all of us) are moving in with my parents. And my two teenage sisters. Crazy us, hey? It’s… full on, to say the least. I thought it would have been different to the way it is. I thought because everyone is older it would be a little more civil, but it’s not. Girls fight, no matter the age.
Maddi (20) likes confrontation… She enjoys arguing. And she hates when I don’t bite back. It’s SO satisfying to win. (Take THAT! Maddison)
Michellie is a 16 year old girl… need i say more? Except because mum works ridiculous hours, she’s not used to someone asking her to clean her room constantly until it gets done. Mum is just too tired. So now, here I am. Because if it doesn’t get done, I get to hear Dad yell about it. And life is much more pleasant when Dad is happy. (He stalks around the house and snaps at people who look at him the wrong way).
I wonder if he’d try and ground me now if I pissed him off?
So anyway… I’m now cooking for six. Cooking healthier meals than they’ve had in ages, because usually they’re all eating on the go with crazy schedules they’re all keeping. I’m enjoying it, but it’s a little annoying.
I asked them (family) if there was anything in particular they wanted to eat at the start of the week. No one said shit.
Then, tonight, I made a chicken pasta (minced chicken, fresh tomatoes, mushrooms, spring onion, white wine, sour cream, some herbs – delish!) and I asked Mum if Dad would eat it. She replied:
“I think he just wants a steak.”
THEN FUCKING TELL ME YOU WANT A STEAK WHEN I ASK!!!
I’m not the best lately. I’m struggling.
I don’t think I have post natal depression.
It’s everything building up.
It’s nothing to do with having two kids. I love both of them. Not wanting to shake them or anything.
I don’t want them to go away so I can get some sleep, I want everything else to go away.
I want moving house to go away.
I want staph infection to go away.
I want blood pressure issues to go away.
I want money issues to go away.
I want it all to go away so I can get some sleep.
So my kids don’t suffer.
So Pat doesn’t suffer.
So I don’t suffer!