Busy

Busy mad week. Some good bits, some bad bits. Mainly involved me shouting at flynn ALOT! The child just does not listen, so I have to repeat my message to him several times, voice getting louder each time. I then feel guilty for shouting and telling off. I seem to be the only one who tells him off. I always say to myself "pick your battles well with flynn" other wise I end up telling him off non stop but I seem to be telling him off non stop anyway. Infuriating.

People like to turn up at my door unannounced, which is ok, i dont mind company. But sometimes a little heads up wouldnt go a miss. I do have two young things to look after so clothes and makeup dont really happen. So when people just turn up it makes me feel pretty shit as I look a mess and probably havnt brushed my teeth. Not nice. They also turn up at really good times like when im trying to get flynn to sleep or have my boobs out. Again, very fucking annoying. Like I said I dont mind company. Sometimes.

Good point is he started nursery on Wednesday. We only went to see it on Tuesday but they had spaces and he played so nicely for the short time we were there on the Tuesday that she said he could start straight away. Dropped him off the next day and he could not wait to get through those doors. Not even a hug. Not even a goodbye! The little shit didnt even realise I had gone. No tears. No looking back. Two and a half years ive nurtured that boy and he didnt even realise I was gone!

So to end this week nicely I indulged in a bloody amazing massage and some reflexology to 'balance my hormones'. Heres to a happier me.