Strangely I haven't been able to blog for a while. Weird for me! Anyway, I realise that I am stressed at the moment, its taken a while to sink in why I have been feeling odd lately, but that is my diagnosis. Little things which I could normally cope with are getting to me, and I really don't want to be bothered with things. I am not even visiting my ducks as much. I can hear the cries of horror now! Its one of those times when I would like to lock myself away and let everyone get on without "mums intervention". The comments I can normally brush off hurt, and I am ouching a bit too much. The protective bubble needs to be put into place, but by the time I remember its too late. Pah, crappy memory wins again. I will do it now and ask for it to be kept in place, maybe that will work. We are off on holiday in two weeks, that will help, a bungalow on the cliff miles from anywhere, bliss! Just got to try and keep Dad in bed beyond 5am!!
Although my oldest "children" are 25 and 22, I still worry about them. I guess as a parent you never stop worrying. I know Dad still worries about us, so there is living proof. My son works as a TA with special needs children, mainly autistic children, and the stories I hear are not nice. I admire him and am so very proud of him, as I am with all my children, but I wish he was doing a different job. His fiancee let slip that he is ill a lot and on questioning Rob it appears it is probably due to the child he is currently working with. All I can say is ewwww, and I will leave it at that! I know we all want the best for our children, but life isn't all chocolate drops and roses, no matter what our wishes. My daughter is going through the pain of a break up. He is on my hitlist, and again, I will say no more!
I have noticed that my girls jump out of the pond now when I go to feed them, well, my girls and the one who has had a sex change! This just fuels my theory that they do actually recognise me! Yesterday I went to a feed supply shop and bought 10kg of duck food. If I was reckless it would go on one visit, but I must make it last for a week at least lol. They do seem to appreciate the corn more than the bread.
Have booked tickets to see Will Young in October. Its going to be a busy month, The Feeling, Stephen Merchant and Mr Young. Shame the Will Young gig is in Swindon, bit of a dive in my humble opinion, but hey ho, I regretted not seeing him when he came to Bristol 2 years ago and made a pact that I would def see him next time he is in this area. It was either Swindon or Cardiff, and I find Cardiff a real pain so "the dive" won out.
Think thats about it for now. Whenever I post a blog I always think of things I was going to mention but forgot, think I need a notebook. How sad is that! Off for a cuppa and then to see Captain Ed about one of his rather intrigueing blogs ............................
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