Yup, I didn’t do my usual post yesterday, I am drawing a blank blogging wise, not because I have run out of things to say, that’s impossible, I just can’t find a way to say it.
I can’t find a way to write it without sounding like a complete twat.
I started my injections again, not that I want to. I just want to give them another go, I feel lost and a little lifeless.
Which after the last two weeks of Hubby being poorly and completely not himself, isn’t really surprising.
I have so much I need to do, crossed with so much I want to do, its causing a massive collision in priorities. And one huge brain fart. It seems the more you want and plan the less you can be arsed to do.
I had a weird moment in the shower, stood there, mind a farty, and I realised I couldn’t feel the water running down my back, I like a hot shower, literally come out looking like a fresh salmon. However no matter how hot it was, I couldn’t feel a thing.
I know that is such a freaky thing to say, but its an equally freaky feeling I can tell you.
I feel like I have hit a huge wall, I am tired, exhausted and ready for a few days of rest, the last to weeks have been more than I was prepared for.
Add to all this the fact Pop’s has impetigo, therefore can’t go to playgroup, makes for one very tired Mummy, one who owes many people a blog post however just cannot find the words to type without getting confused and flappy.
This then makes me forget what I wanted to blog about in the first place, then I get mad and fed up and don’t bother.
Argh, sorry about the shitty post.
I’ll shut up now.