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Act your age, not your shoe size.

Or, well, BOTH. He still has YEARS of growing in him. These were expertly fitted and the biggest size they stock… and he has only JUST turned 14. HOLD ME. {he is currently standing in front of the pantry with a loaf of bread. WHEN DO THEY STOP EATING ALL THE DAMN TIME?} {I can’t [...]

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New desk. New team. New work. New boss. New space in my cranial cavity after my brain has leaked out of my ears.

Yesterday I got home around 10pm after a day filled with visiting my bloggy biatches and meeting some online friends for the first time. And Max Brenner. OMG Fabulous and stressful and awesome and exhausting. Friday was just a complete mind fuck. Today has pretty much been a write off. Except for these: Bacon [...]

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An eloquent and accurate representation of my feelings at the present time.

39C again? This is fucking BULLSHIT. Expect to find me either sitting on top of the ineffective airconditioner or weeping hysterically under the shower. BULLSHIT I TELLZ YA!

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Sight

Right now, as I type this, my Daddy is having surgery on his eye. He had to wait for this surgery, to remove cataracts, until he had the multiple stents implanted a few weeks ago. You know, so he wouldn’t have a heart attack while they were sticking shit in his eye. That would be [...]

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hello old friend.

I feel the tightness in my chest. My breath catches in my throat. I am making that gasping noise again even when sitting still. I feel desperately hot but cold. I walk and walk and walk until I can justify the gasping And tell myself the endorphins I am producing will douse the panic. I [...]

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Another post where I freak out about stuff that has yet to happen. I call it ‘being prepared’. MPS calls it ‘glass half empty’ even while I am punching him in the balls.

Tomorrow my boy starts high school. My last child. My baby. My forever toddler. He has his uniform – the last one in his size cause he is a MOUNTAIN OF AWESOME – and his SIZE MOTHERFUCKING TWELVE mens shoes and his Scooby Doo lunch box. {OMG he is 13… if he gets any bigger [...]

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Funk before the storm.

Boo starts high school Monday. That, along with a clusterfuck of other shite, has sent my mind into hibernation. My limbs refuse to move and when I can move them it is like I am wading through molten chocolate. Mmmmmm chocolate… Next week I have to be on my A game or whatever it is [...]

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A year.

Last week it was a year. A year since Boo broke his arm. A year since The Big Bad Thing. A year. That feels like a day and a century and a minute and a lifetime. A year since a part of me died. I woke up with MPS holding me this morning. I woke [...]

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Wednesday

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Tomorrow is Wednesday. And Thursday comes after…wards… Oh. My. Fucking GOD REBECCA BLACK GET OUT OF MY HEAD! ANYWAY. *puts on serious smart and jaunty hat* Tomorrow Boo starts at the Specialist School as a trial. Shit just got real peeps. Real REAL. We are now on the fast track to high school. He may [...]

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Bananas and bugs. And I demand an Emmy.

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Years ago, Too was running around the school yard during some school function thing that I was CLEARLY trying to avoid – hence the watching Too running around the school yard – when she slipped on a banana peel. After OBVIOUSLY being the good mum as there were witnesses and checking she was OK, I [...]

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