So, here I am, contemplating starting my very own blog. How exciting, yet daunting at the same time.
Where do I start, with the basics I guess. I am a 30 year old female from the United Kingdom. I have 3 wonderful children.
I guess I'm starting this blog as a kind of therapy to myself. A chance to finally express my thoughts and feelings whereas I never have before, to anyone, EVER.
This is the place where I am going to be the most truthful and upfront that I have ever been. I'm looking forward to the ride.
A brief background on me. I am a slightly neurotic, at times psychotic and on occasion a down right pain in the arse! I have been through a lot in my life from my father physically abusing me, many failed relationships, the birth of my 3 babies after suffering domestic violence with 2 of my pregnancies and a horrific 3rd pregnancy, to having psychotic episodes, drug use and abuse and battling with my mothers recent diagnosis with breast cancer.
If anyone would like any further insight into any of my experiences, please do not hesitate to give me a shout and I'll tell you anything you'd like to know.
I'll start from today and would love to tell you about my day so far.
So, my partner is being a complete arse to me at the moment, whinging and whining, it's all 'me, me, me' with him. I cannot be arsed with his shit today so he can do one!
I've had my baby awake since 3am, she's teething. We walked up to the shop at 5:30am because I'd ran out of cigarettes last night during a little stimulant session. I always chain smoke like hell on a stimulant, it just feels so pleasurable.
Anyway, my other 2 children arrived home from their fathers and then ensued world war bloody 3. My god, constant arguments, fighting, shouting and screaming and every 2 minutes "mum, mum, mummy, mum, mum" with the occasional prod in some area of my body. Bang, bang, bang. Shout, scream, shout. Just give me a break already.
In an ideal world I would be a totally organised and proactive mother but really I'm just counting down those precious hours until they get into frigging bed so I can at least have a shit in peace!
And breathe...hopefully that wasn't too boring for all you fab people to read. Just fancied a moan today.
Oh well, tomorrow's another day.
Take care guys and gals, be well x
Where do I start, with the basics I guess. I am a 30 year old female from the United Kingdom. I have 3 wonderful children.
I guess I'm starting this blog as a kind of therapy to myself. A chance to finally express my thoughts and feelings whereas I never have before, to anyone, EVER.
This is the place where I am going to be the most truthful and upfront that I have ever been. I'm looking forward to the ride.
A brief background on me. I am a slightly neurotic, at times psychotic and on occasion a down right pain in the arse! I have been through a lot in my life from my father physically abusing me, many failed relationships, the birth of my 3 babies after suffering domestic violence with 2 of my pregnancies and a horrific 3rd pregnancy, to having psychotic episodes, drug use and abuse and battling with my mothers recent diagnosis with breast cancer.
If anyone would like any further insight into any of my experiences, please do not hesitate to give me a shout and I'll tell you anything you'd like to know.
I'll start from today and would love to tell you about my day so far.
So, my partner is being a complete arse to me at the moment, whinging and whining, it's all 'me, me, me' with him. I cannot be arsed with his shit today so he can do one!
I've had my baby awake since 3am, she's teething. We walked up to the shop at 5:30am because I'd ran out of cigarettes last night during a little stimulant session. I always chain smoke like hell on a stimulant, it just feels so pleasurable.
Anyway, my other 2 children arrived home from their fathers and then ensued world war bloody 3. My god, constant arguments, fighting, shouting and screaming and every 2 minutes "mum, mum, mummy, mum, mum" with the occasional prod in some area of my body. Bang, bang, bang. Shout, scream, shout. Just give me a break already.
In an ideal world I would be a totally organised and proactive mother but really I'm just counting down those precious hours until they get into frigging bed so I can at least have a shit in peace!
And breathe...hopefully that wasn't too boring for all you fab people to read. Just fancied a moan today.
Oh well, tomorrow's another day.
Take care guys and gals, be well x
