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Lost Another Week

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Spent Monday in bed, still worn out from all my productivity.

Tuesday Adam and I were both feeling off so we spent the day snuggling and such.

Yesterday woke up at 5am with a migraine. Tried to sleep it off for the next hour. Didn’t work. Had to get Adam up at 6, Simon did it instead while I took migraleave and tried to sleep some more.

Simon brought Adam back into our room at 7 so he could shower and Adam cuddled with me while I tried not to puke. Simon and Adam headed out the door.

I threw up, I think, 10 times between about 9am and 6pm. Nothing stayed down for ages. Not even the medicine that was suppose to stop the nausea. I spent the whole day with my eyes closed either sleeping or just laying there. I couldn’t even look at my phone (although I did occasionally as I was bored!) without needing to close my eyes every few seconds from the light. It was a horrendous day.

Simon and Adam got home just after 5 and ordered pizza for dinner. Simon got Adam into bed and I staggered down and managed some soup, some more medicine and some 7-Up. I went back to bed around 830 and actually slept through the night, which I usually don’t after such a day since I sleep so much during it.

This morning was better, although not perfect. I still had a slightly sore head and was exhausted. And had Adam all day.

We managed to go out to the shops and had a romp in the garden for awhile, as it was a beautiful day. As the day has worn on I’ve felt a bit better, if tired and not really hungry.

I’m off to bed soon and tomorrow will get back to my life.

But I wish these damn migraines would just go away!

Just Made An Extra £10

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So at the beginning of January I started taking surveys for incentives. Some of these incentives are entries into prize draws, which I’ll never win, because I never do.

But some of these incentives are cash and/or vouchers.

It takes awhile to start making money as most don’t pay for up to 6 weeks after the close of the survey, which can be weeks after you personally take a survey.

But once it gets going, it adds up pretty quick.

And I just made £10. It’s in the form of a voucher for Amazon, but I had a wide selection of companies to choose from, including Tesco, M&S and other high street stores.

Some actually pay cash into a PayPal account, but I haven’t made enough from one of those companies yet to get money that way. That money will go immediately into our savings account.

We won’t get rich from my doing this. But it only takes about an hour a day and every penny counts these days.

I wonder what I’ll spend my first £10 on?

Today was a ME ME ME Day…

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I dropped Adam at nursery and then headed into city centre for coffee.

And then had my haircut.

And then I shopped. Well, I looked. I am looking for a new spring/summer/fall coat. A trench coat was recommended to me, very diplomatically, by a friend of mine whose face was a picture as she gazed at by ratty, dirty, blue coat. Hey! My mom gave me this coat!

In any case, she’s right. It’s time for a new one.

Only…I can’t find one. I tried on coat after coat after trench after rain after windbreak…the fitted ones were too fitted…the unstructured ones made me look like a lump. I suppose the ratty, dirty, blue coat makes me look a bit lump like but it’s already mine! And I didn’t pick it out or pay for it!

So I’m still looking.

I guess I could at least wash the ratty, dirty, blue coat and take dirty out of equation.

But what will I wear while it’s washing?!?!?!?!?!

I Am Trying To Write A Very Hard Post

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And I’m really stuck. It’s about accepting my physical limitations.

So let’s talk about something else.

Yesterday’s dentist appointment wasn’t as bad as I feared it would be. Adam was scared, for sure, and I had to force him to open his mouth, after the hygienist and I spent quite a bit of time trying to coax him. He isn’t verbal enough yet to say ‘XYZ is why I am scared.’ Maybe next time and we can talk about it and he can get past it. All the hygienist does is look at this point, so really nothing too scary.

He then went into their waiting room and we put CBeeBies on the TV for him and I got my teeth cleaned without a hysterical boy in the corner. Hygienist very pleased with my teeth and my gums are finally improving.

We then and got a treat at Co-Op of crisps and chocolate chip cookies, both to have with our lunch. And then we came home. And had said lunch and a long snuggle on the sofa. Which is how we like to spend most afternoons, after doing things in the morning.

Today he is at nursery and I did some work and am doing some stuff around the house. A bunch of curtain rings broke on our front window curtains so I replaced those today. They look much better now that they are hanging correctly! Also unpacked some more books and dug out Adam’s 3T pyjamas that grandma brought last time she was here.

I knew it was time when I was changing his nappy this morning just after he woke up and I noticed his big toes poking through the feet of his pyjamas! My son, The Hulk! So I pulled the 3Ts out of the drawer and held them up to me. They should fit him just fine now!

And then I had some lunch and then I did some more pottering around the house. Now I’m going to switch laundry over and then I’m going to clean up the kitchen.

And then I am going to chill for a bit and then I’m going to go pick up my son from nursery.

And that’s a day in the life of a SAHM/Freelance Online Media Specialist.

Not all that exciting.

But it makes me happy.

My Knee Still Hurts, My Nose Is Still Stuffed Up

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but we had a great day finally having my birthday lunch and doing some shopping.

Adam was an exemplary boy all day. Well, most of the day. He was given some new colouring items (it’s a set with paints and markers and crayons) today that he picked out and managed to colour my shirt and Simon’s jeans. Bye bye new colouring items for now.

Another busy week coming up.

Keeps me out of trouble.

If It Wasn’t Friday I’d Feel Even Worse

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Today my day started with a 2.8 year old who didn’t want to get dressed. Finally pinned down and dressed. He then got interested in a DVD-RW I grabbed from my office to take to my client’s. He carried it all the way to daycare.

Once there I tried to get it off of him. Queue many tears and cries of ‘MINE!’

Then as I was leaving I slid on something or other and landed very very hard on my bad knee leading to blood and limping.

Then I find out the buses are stupid to get to my client’s which meant I had to wait around. This was half good because it meant I had time to get a coffee from my favourite place. But still added to my bad day.

The rest of the day wasn’t so bad, except for the limping, and I managed to finish my work and come home and have a sleep, since I also have a cold and it’s kicking my ass.

Now I have Hagan Daz (however the hell you spell it) and am about to have some wine.

But thank fucking God it’s Friday.

The 22nd Anniversary of My 21st Birthday is on Sunday

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For the math challenged, that means I’ll be 43.

I don’t feel 43. Ever. Heck most days I don’t feel old enough to be a mother. And yet I am both (every nearly) 43 and a mother.

How old do I feel? About 16. Maybe 17. Although not emotionally. Emotionally I feel 102020. And a bit.

So in what way do I feel 16 or 17? Not sure I can define it. I just do. I walk down the street and think ‘Wow, I’m a grown up. How did that happen?’

And I like being a grown up. I’m actually looking forward to being 43. As a grown up I can eat as many cookies as I want (family joke). I can drink wine. I can stay in bed until noon once my kid and my husband are gone for the day and the only consequence is I don’t get paid! (Okay, big consequence, but you can see where I am going here, I’m sure.)

And I love being a wife and mother. I like keeping my house clean (to a certain extent. It’s never tidy (have I mentioned the 2.7 year old?) but it’s certainly clean). I like taking care of my son (even though we are all minus on sleep at the moment. Again.).

I love what I do for a living. Especially the part where I can ignore it if I want to. Again, then I don’t get paid, but I can still do it.

I love the fact that I have a bit of spare cash. Not a lot. But enough to buy myself a cup of  coffee pretty much whenever I want. Enough that when my son and I go to City Centre tomorrow we’ll be able to have lunch out, if we so desire.

I remember, several years ago, I had gone to City Centre on my own for a bit of late night shopping. This was pre-Adam but, obviously, post-Simon. Anyway, I was at the mall trying to decide what fattening thing to have for dinner and I overheard a group of school girls. Their conversation was something like this:

“I have £1.20. How much do you have?”

“£2.10. Mary has £0.50.”

“So we can afford a KFC Snack Pack!”

And all I could think was ‘Thank god I don’t have to pool my pennies with my friends for dinner any more.’ And went to buy a KFC 2 piece meal. With a coke. (Also pre-diabetes.)

So it’s good that I’ll be celebrating the 22nd anniversary of my 21st birthday on Sunday.

Even if I don’t feel 43.

Creating A New Me

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As Adam gets older and moves towards school I am trying to, as much as I hate the description, find myself. Again.

It’s not so much as I’m lost. I don’t really feel lost. I’m just not sure what’s next. The plan has always been to build up my business as Adam moves on to full time school. And I’m heading that way, working on my business plan and marketing the business and networking.

But what about me? For the last two plus years I’ve lived in jeans in t-shirts. I’ve neglected my nails and haven’t done much with my hair. Let’s not even talk about my weight…

So that’s the first step. My weight. To go back to walking as much as possible. I am going to start Monday by walking at least part the way back from nursery drop off. It’s nearly 3 miles so I doubt I’ll do the whole thing, especially as a big chunk of it is up hill, but it’s right along the bus route so I can jump on that any time to get the rest of the way home.

The next step, which I am also starting to work on, is my wardrobe. I’m determined to move away from t-shirts. I doubt I’ll move away from jeans as I have always loved jeans, but the t-shirts really need to go. I’ve started digging into the back of closet and pulling out some of my old nicer shirts to wear. And even when I wear a t-shirt I’m trying to layer it with a cardi (of which I seem to have thousands that I’ve forgotten about) or short jacket.

I’m also hunting the web and using Pinterest (same username as here 🙂 ) to keep track of what I might like to wear soon. I’m also keeping track of the things I wish I could wear if I was 6 inches taller! My weight I can change, but I’ve been 5’2″ since I was 15. That’s not going to change! And I can’t wear heels so 5’2″ I shall remain.

Anyway, this is all really just first thoughts. And I’m having fun looking at clothes and thinking about what I might do with my hair.

And today? I did this:

Red Nails!

My toes match!

 

 

Hand Update…

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Well, went to the GP yesterday to have the hand looked at.

Was a GP I’ve never seen before and I was a bit O_o when she said ‘It might need to be sutured. I can’t do that, so let’s see what the treatment room nurses think.’ She can’t suture? Really? I would think that would be a basic thing a person would learn in medical school. But I could be wrong.

In any case, went to the treatment room and waited. Not too long, for once. They use a ‘take a number’ system and I was 35 and they had just called 32 as I sat down.

Anyway, first nurse looks at it and disappears. About 5 minutes later I hear ‘Yes, it needs to be re-bandaged and maybe sutured, can you do it?’ So first nurse apparently not able to suture either.

Second nurse comes in and takes a look. ‘Oh, excellent job with the steri-stips, Robyn. I’ll just get more bandages and more strips, Robyn….here we go, Robyn…’ You get the idea. I wanted to say to her ‘Yeah, I know my name, thanks.’

In any case, no sutures, just more steri-strips, an antibacterial bandage to be on the safe side and some waterproof strapping/bandaging. She offered to put it in a sling so I could milk it a bit, but I declined. 🙂

She also suggested that if being a graphic artist didn’t work out, I could be a nurse, based on my steri-stripping ability. Ok.

So the bandages come off on Sunday and the steri-strips to stay on until they fall off. It mostly feels okay, although pushing the pram with it today hurt. I was going to try to do some stuff while Adam slept today but I’ve decided to just rest instead.

So since we’ve moved into the house 3 weeks ago, Adam has had D&V for 2 weeks and now I’ve given myself a lovely scar across my palm.

And we’re still not unpacked…