OK it takes a lot to really fuck me off, as anyone who knows me would corroborate, albeit more likely the word "soft" would be used.
Knowing this however the universe decides to throw curve-balls my way to try and really piss me off. Today the universe pushed me a little bit too far.
Today I have been sick as a dog, a particularly diseased looking stray as it happens. They call it a winter bug, which makes it sound cute........ it isn't. So I called in sick, a rare occurrence, and stayed in bed, occasionally coughing up a lung, and taking pain killers like tic tacs.
I call in sick, which took some doing and straining of the vocal chords since I lost my voice. Eventually they got the message however and I sent in what feels like a 10 page email detailing all my outstanding work from memory, and my boss emails me and tells me to go back to bed and rest.
Sadly rest eludes me. First off the house alarm went off when I was trying to sleep, as my father decided to do some rewiring. I would of yelled but loss of aforementioned voice meant the most I could manage was to look daggers at him.
Next the baby (my sisters daughter who was being looked after by my mum) starts screaming. Mum starts yelling asking me to look after her, which I cant do since I don't want to get the little one sick.
And as if that wasn't enough my Dad decides I need a bit of cheering up so he sends the dog into my room to jump into bed and trying to eat my ears.....
Then finally they all pop out for a couple of minutes for fresh air, meaning that when the delivery for some new sofas arrive there is no one to collect and unload them, except for old sicky here.
Listen kids, if you ever think it would be nice to call in sick and spend a day at home..... DO NT, because right now a genuine sicky is now feeling like absolute Poo and thinks I will be laid up a while :(
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 12 October 2010
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Wow, I am shocked
If you are a loyal reader then many of you will know that today was the day when my boyfriend finally got to meet my whole family. A prospect that made me very nervous. Please understand I love my boyfriend a lot and I always wanted him to meet the family, which I think of him as part of, I just always worried that if he saw how insane my family were then I might loose him. The truth of the matter is that a part of me wanted to keep him safe and happy, and I worried about it mainly because I have been so happy the last five months, I didn't want to spoil it.
As it happened, he was a hit.
We started the day slowly, we did not have to be at my parents till three, so we stayed in bed having some cuddles and eventually watched a film. ( Watchmen in case you were wondering ). But then we both got showered and dressed, and left to go. To say I had butterflies would be an understatement, I felt like I had Mothra and his whole dysfunctional family going at it in my guts. I am ashamed to admit it but a tiny part of me even wanted to ask him to pull over for a few minutes. Still I persevered, though I did ask him if he was still happy with me and our relationship, my little pet worry being that if he was even a little bit uncertain then this might push him over the edge. He told me, that he was happy. So I felt much better.
We got to the house where my large Alaskan Malamute dog Toby, decided he loved lee so much he was going to pick him up and try and bury him. Well it was one hell of an icebreaker. He then proceeded to meet my mother and grandmother, I still chaffed at them referring to him as my "friend" but I supposed they needed to come to terms wih it too. In no time at all we were surrounded by my neice and nephew as well as my brother and his soon to be wife. I could tell he was nervous, so we just stayed quiet and let everyone talk around us.
All at once he seemed more at ease, especially after he started to win people over one at a time, and as he managed it I felt the tense muscles in my shoulder blades slowly unravel and I felt lighter than air. Of course then we got to the Easter meal and all of a sudden I just felt bloated. I have to give my mother much respect for pulling together an extra vegitarian meal for Lee, which he loved. I think he loved the desert too which was a rich chocolate sponge covered in chocolate sauce. I couldn't finish it, but Lee took it in stride and impressed my indomitable mother.
We quietly retired for some tea and coffee, and even had some play time with the children, he wowed my nephew by making a perfect play-doh snail. So great was our success, we retired to my room for a few minutes, I just needed a hug and I wanted to find the words to tell him how happy I was. He didn't think he did much, only that he tried his best. But in my heart, I felt something like pride swell me up, I almost didn't want him to leave. But I knew he had to, my mother has made a lot of progress but not that much, not yet.
He left with one last good night kiss, and I felt light again, though more dreamy, like my insides were mad of clouds and air. I came straight up to bed and decided to post this, before my memory started to dim. I may read this tomorrow and be embarrassed at how gushy i sound. But right now, I can think of only one time I was happier, and that was he night Lee said he loved me for the very first time.
I love you too Lee, sweet dreams.
As it happened, he was a hit.
We started the day slowly, we did not have to be at my parents till three, so we stayed in bed having some cuddles and eventually watched a film. ( Watchmen in case you were wondering ). But then we both got showered and dressed, and left to go. To say I had butterflies would be an understatement, I felt like I had Mothra and his whole dysfunctional family going at it in my guts. I am ashamed to admit it but a tiny part of me even wanted to ask him to pull over for a few minutes. Still I persevered, though I did ask him if he was still happy with me and our relationship, my little pet worry being that if he was even a little bit uncertain then this might push him over the edge. He told me, that he was happy. So I felt much better.
We got to the house where my large Alaskan Malamute dog Toby, decided he loved lee so much he was going to pick him up and try and bury him. Well it was one hell of an icebreaker. He then proceeded to meet my mother and grandmother, I still chaffed at them referring to him as my "friend" but I supposed they needed to come to terms wih it too. In no time at all we were surrounded by my neice and nephew as well as my brother and his soon to be wife. I could tell he was nervous, so we just stayed quiet and let everyone talk around us.
All at once he seemed more at ease, especially after he started to win people over one at a time, and as he managed it I felt the tense muscles in my shoulder blades slowly unravel and I felt lighter than air. Of course then we got to the Easter meal and all of a sudden I just felt bloated. I have to give my mother much respect for pulling together an extra vegitarian meal for Lee, which he loved. I think he loved the desert too which was a rich chocolate sponge covered in chocolate sauce. I couldn't finish it, but Lee took it in stride and impressed my indomitable mother.
We quietly retired for some tea and coffee, and even had some play time with the children, he wowed my nephew by making a perfect play-doh snail. So great was our success, we retired to my room for a few minutes, I just needed a hug and I wanted to find the words to tell him how happy I was. He didn't think he did much, only that he tried his best. But in my heart, I felt something like pride swell me up, I almost didn't want him to leave. But I knew he had to, my mother has made a lot of progress but not that much, not yet.
He left with one last good night kiss, and I felt light again, though more dreamy, like my insides were mad of clouds and air. I came straight up to bed and decided to post this, before my memory started to dim. I may read this tomorrow and be embarrassed at how gushy i sound. But right now, I can think of only one time I was happier, and that was he night Lee said he loved me for the very first time.
I love you too Lee, sweet dreams.
Saturday, 27 March 2010
Feeling Battered and Bruised
Like most people who think a little too much and spend a lot of time indoors I am not that good at workig with my hands, well not outdoors anyway. (Yes I went there and did a masturbation joke, are you happy internet....).
Unfortunately there was plenty of work to do today in the plot that is soon to become my house. I knew it was a big thing to demolish and rebuild a house to make it mine, but somehow the idea of the completed project overrode my worries. Of course perhaps I was being more than a little naieve.
Because of the work today I had to cut down my weekend time with Lee short, I was not thrilled about the idea of loosing any precious time with him, especially since my last post.... But he understood and I mentally promised myself that I would cook him dinner when I saw him next. Anywho I got home around 12 and after I changed into some old clothes (a long sleved shirt and really old jeans) I went with my father and older brother.
As I said. I am not good at outdoor work in the slightest, what I have yet to mention is that my brother works in construction, and my father as a la dlord pretty much know everything there is to know about this field. Which is good because as I was about to proove I did not have a clue. They both knew this of course, but that did not stop them from making me feel bad about the things I did not know.
I know Ignorance is not a Defence, But it is not a Crime either.
Still i went to work with as much gusto I could manage. And even though I got a fair few looks of disappointment from the two men in my family, I am to used to it now, so it doesn't bug me. The main job today was the clearing of the area, and putting up fencing to mark the area off from the rest of the nearby park, once done then we could demolish the old shell of the house and begin construction.
It was honest and good work, but by the end of it every muscle seemed to be screaming at me and threatening to sue me, unless working standards improved. But after the ribbing I had from my brother about being such a runt I was unwilling to take any breaks, trying to focus only on doing the job, and doing it right.
Then, as you would expect in my clockwork universe, it started raining. Not heavily of course but still not the kind of weather you would want to stand outside in. Then I slipped a fair few times, with one memorable trip causing my leg to get stuck in the remnants of the old chain link fence and needing my brother to pull me free. But I wasn't hurt, only my ego stung, ( my pride having sensibly moved out a decade ago).
By the end of it there were arguments, like there always is. But I went home happily, and slipped on my earphones and listened to some comfort music (Celine Dion and Scissor Sisters) and felt all my muscles whine about the cruel treatment.
There is probably more to do tomorrow, but I am trying not to think that far ahead. Instead I am trying to think further.l trying to see the finished home in my head. My slice of the world. It's a pleasant thought and hats what keeps me going.
Unfortunately there was plenty of work to do today in the plot that is soon to become my house. I knew it was a big thing to demolish and rebuild a house to make it mine, but somehow the idea of the completed project overrode my worries. Of course perhaps I was being more than a little naieve.
Because of the work today I had to cut down my weekend time with Lee short, I was not thrilled about the idea of loosing any precious time with him, especially since my last post.... But he understood and I mentally promised myself that I would cook him dinner when I saw him next. Anywho I got home around 12 and after I changed into some old clothes (a long sleved shirt and really old jeans) I went with my father and older brother.
As I said. I am not good at outdoor work in the slightest, what I have yet to mention is that my brother works in construction, and my father as a la dlord pretty much know everything there is to know about this field. Which is good because as I was about to proove I did not have a clue. They both knew this of course, but that did not stop them from making me feel bad about the things I did not know.
I know Ignorance is not a Defence, But it is not a Crime either.
Still i went to work with as much gusto I could manage. And even though I got a fair few looks of disappointment from the two men in my family, I am to used to it now, so it doesn't bug me. The main job today was the clearing of the area, and putting up fencing to mark the area off from the rest of the nearby park, once done then we could demolish the old shell of the house and begin construction.
It was honest and good work, but by the end of it every muscle seemed to be screaming at me and threatening to sue me, unless working standards improved. But after the ribbing I had from my brother about being such a runt I was unwilling to take any breaks, trying to focus only on doing the job, and doing it right.
Then, as you would expect in my clockwork universe, it started raining. Not heavily of course but still not the kind of weather you would want to stand outside in. Then I slipped a fair few times, with one memorable trip causing my leg to get stuck in the remnants of the old chain link fence and needing my brother to pull me free. But I wasn't hurt, only my ego stung, ( my pride having sensibly moved out a decade ago).
By the end of it there were arguments, like there always is. But I went home happily, and slipped on my earphones and listened to some comfort music (Celine Dion and Scissor Sisters) and felt all my muscles whine about the cruel treatment.
There is probably more to do tomorrow, but I am trying not to think that far ahead. Instead I am trying to think further.l trying to see the finished home in my head. My slice of the world. It's a pleasant thought and hats what keeps me going.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
The Family Invasion
I am not what you would call a typical family man, sure I have a family, and in my own way I love each and every one of them. However, after living on my own for such a long time, I now find my parents to be a massive hindrance to my existance, and it doesnt help that we live out in the country and I can't drive so the chance to get out doesnt come by often.
Now that is just my parents, but I have siblings too, A grown up brother and sister who are both 10 years older than me and have families of their own. Now my brother and his soon to be wife and daughter live here too, there is a good deal of activity going on at all times. But now we have a new set of mouths to feed.
In the process of moving house my sister and her husband and their two kids have moved in too. So right now we are all stacked in a little too tightly in my parents house, and I silently thank god we have two bathrooms or I think I would loose my mind.
Like I said I love my family, but usually that love comes from knowing I dont need to be near them that often, now for the first time in years we are all under the same roof, and the stress is definately showing. Everyone is a little bit quick to anger and irritable right now, myself included.
Last night was a perfect example of underlying stress, My mum was looking after my sisters daughter, which unfortunately meant that dinner got burnt because she was attending to her every time she dropped her dolly out of the highchair. The dog (which is a Massive Alaskan Malamute) kept trying to eat the baby and when we let him out he refused to come in from the garden. My mother at this point was getting a bad back from bending over to pick up said dolly. Then my nephew starts whining because he wants to watch Ben10, so my sister starts yelling at him to stop whining. My Brother in law hurt his back moving boxes so he needs to stay as still as possible (conveniant injust I know), and my dad by that point is making sure my nephew doesnt spill his crisps on the floor. Meanwhile I help out here and there with the odd bit of child minding, which usually involves me being hit with something made of styrophome.
By the end of it there was a lot of wine after the kids had gone to bed. To be honest I dont blame them at all. But tempers are strained. Thank god its only for a week. I do seriously miss living on my own now, life was so much more simple then.
Now that is just my parents, but I have siblings too, A grown up brother and sister who are both 10 years older than me and have families of their own. Now my brother and his soon to be wife and daughter live here too, there is a good deal of activity going on at all times. But now we have a new set of mouths to feed.
In the process of moving house my sister and her husband and their two kids have moved in too. So right now we are all stacked in a little too tightly in my parents house, and I silently thank god we have two bathrooms or I think I would loose my mind.
Like I said I love my family, but usually that love comes from knowing I dont need to be near them that often, now for the first time in years we are all under the same roof, and the stress is definately showing. Everyone is a little bit quick to anger and irritable right now, myself included.
Last night was a perfect example of underlying stress, My mum was looking after my sisters daughter, which unfortunately meant that dinner got burnt because she was attending to her every time she dropped her dolly out of the highchair. The dog (which is a Massive Alaskan Malamute) kept trying to eat the baby and when we let him out he refused to come in from the garden. My mother at this point was getting a bad back from bending over to pick up said dolly. Then my nephew starts whining because he wants to watch Ben10, so my sister starts yelling at him to stop whining. My Brother in law hurt his back moving boxes so he needs to stay as still as possible (conveniant injust I know), and my dad by that point is making sure my nephew doesnt spill his crisps on the floor. Meanwhile I help out here and there with the odd bit of child minding, which usually involves me being hit with something made of styrophome.
By the end of it there was a lot of wine after the kids had gone to bed. To be honest I dont blame them at all. But tempers are strained. Thank god its only for a week. I do seriously miss living on my own now, life was so much more simple then.
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