Upcoming week

This week will be a hard slog. 3 days at work and summer camp, then off camping Wednesday evening. The trailer isn’t ready! The house is a bomb site after a week off making memories. This weekend was a bust after getting totally plastered with the school mums on Friday. Saturday spent hungover on the sofa and today my eibs feel like the are completly bruised and cracked! A humongous pile of laundry to get through. It is also my baby brothers 21st birthday tomorrow. Am I an awful human being for being thankful that he doesn’t want a family meal, we really don’t have the time. Then it is my brother-in-law’s birthday on Tuesday and parentals anniversary on Wednesday. Which is just adding to a long list of things to do. I am huge on family and it isn’t the obligation that it sounded like! I just wish I had more hours in the day to do what needs to be done and celebrate with the people who matter and still manage to get some proper sleep.
I can but dream and persevere

Xx

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Wednesdays Whammy

Sat in a cafe, laughing cackling with two girlfriends. Having coffee and a cheeky breakfast. We needed to meet this week because one friends baby is due on Saturday.

So picture the scene, tucking into my breakfast with gusto, enjoying the peace of freedom that comes with a child in Preschool. I feel something off….

Not quite right with the world. So I look up to see what is going to disturb my peace. I should have kept my head down and hope it goes away.

My father. A man I have had very little to do with since my parents split. 17 years ago. Don’t get me wrong I’d tried numerous times, just to end up feeling hurt and ridiculous.

So about 2 years ago when he decided to kick my brother out of his home I thought, NO that’s enough. You’re not being let near my life again. Why did he kick him out? My brother is hard to get along with. I couldn’t live with him. Not for 10 seconds. But just because his partner, the woman he left my mum for, realised that she can’t change my brother, read this as CONTROL HIM. She wanted him out and to be left with nothing. She did a sterling job. No home or job. They made it seem like such an amazing deal, come live here, get away from unsavory influences, get a job.

Two years later he’s back at mum’s. No job, barely a relationship with his daughter since he’d moved 45 minutes away with no transport and lousy working patterns. And up to his eyes in debt.

Geez thanks for the help dad.

I could blog for hours at the awful stuff this man has pulled in the last 17 years. Actually I can go back further, he was a rotten dad to my older sister.

To say that I was shocked to see him was an understatement. I’m just sat stressing “What problem is he here to cause this time”. The last time I know of any family contact was when Grandad passed away, and he made it all about him!

We were in close proximity for 40 minutes and we shared three words. That’s it!

Does he regret this? Does he regret his behaviour over the last 17 years. I ask this but I know I don’t actually care. Two reasons-

Too Little, Too Late

And he doesn’t have the back bone to stand up to his lady friend. I struggle to call her anything civilised. Lady Friend is as good as it gets!

So after Facebook chat with siblings it turns out he’s here to post a letter to my oldest brother. It’s not an important letter, he could have popped it in the post. Instead he drove 45 minutes to post a letter, and have a coffee and slice of toast. Then he drove 45 minutes home.

Bored or something else??

I only know what he had because my friend was instantly intrigued with the situation and was desperate to go ask him what he wanted lol She spent the next 40 minutes turning her head keeping a close eye on him. A spy she will never make ūüėĬ†

Thank you for reading my rambling and dropping by

See you soon

xx

Unproductive Tuesday

Hey

Hope your all having a lovely week so far. If not don’t worry we’re¬†nearly half way through.

I’ve had a nice easy day today. A verrrryyy long coffee with my nan. And trip to the park with friends. And that was all she wrote.

Apart from of course the usual mum stuff; breakfast, lunch, dinner, washing, cleaning, shopping and bedtime.

Its 7.45 pm here. I’m about to head to bed myself, work at 4am. Just wanted to say hello ::I’m waving::

 

Going to check out a sweet and ice cream shop tomorrow in the next town. I’ll report back tomorrow and let you know if its any good.¬†Trying to find somewhere that does a proper knickerbockerglory. Had some amazing ones as a child in my friends caf√©, well her parents anyway.

 

Night all

See you tomorrow

Thanks for stopping by

xx