Well the lumpy head that I have had for a while and the tragic headaches lasting weeks have finally decided to go away. Not sure if they will make another appearance but at the moment I am free. It did all end in a stupid cold, but if that’s all it will end in then I am pretty happy about that.

My husband is away this weekend claiming he is at an exhibition but staying in a hotel with a blonde lady… hmm, I should trust him here I suppose and now that I have finally managed to squeeze my front door shut to all the men queuing up to come in, I can relax! Well that was the plan anyway but getting home this afternoon from a day out with my mum I came home to a number of things. Runny pooh (not me, one of my cats!), what can only be described as exorcist style green vomit on the landing, clumps of black fur all over the house and cat pee by the door. So as I stumbled in with hundreds of shopping bags, I had to hurdle my way into the kitchen to start another mass clean. So off I went armed with disinfectant, carpet cleaner and some muscle.

An hour later I had finished cleaning, had put all the shopping away, loaded the dishwasher, put some washing on, all the usual chores and then thought I would feed the cats to get them out from under my feet. They were starting to irritate.

Being the nice mummy I am I bought the kitties their favourite incredibly expensive tuna which they all loved and ate in a second and how did they repay me? Like this:-

I went upstairs to feed my fish and whilst my back was turned for a second, 2 of them decided to have a massacre in the kitchen and by the time I had managed to get down there, fur was covering the kitchen and dining room floor. As one of my big fat boys pinned down my little girl (I am still talking about cats here but they are my baby equivalents!), she was so terrified that he made her pooh herself, except she did this on the work surface and all over the floor with a pile of pee across the kitchen table just to finish off. Absolutely disgusting and for someone that takes great pride in hygiene and a tidy house, this did not go down too well with me. I kicked the boy outside in the cold and rain and sent my little girl upstairs to wait for me for cuddles. So the cleaning started all over again, really not the relaxing weekend I was hoping for.

So the toilet business over with hopefully for the rest of the evening, I can begin to focus on me, which was kind of the benefit of having my husband out for once. Some lovely me quiet time which I greatly need. I have been incredibly emotional over the last few weeks and I don’t feel like I am snapping out of it. I feel like a big ball of hormones and emotions rolling down a hill, bumping into obstacles, finding a different route and just waiting for a place to settle a bit. I’m sure it will come soon.

I am very broody and everyone around me is having babies or at least talking about having them. I am not ready by a long stretch but with the sensitive mental state I am in right now I have to admit I am a little concerned. I am crying at everything too, just the smallest sad thing will start me off. All I want are lots of hugs. I feel intensely lonely although I know that I’m not. I am needy, very withdrawn and don’t feel like talking or socialising much. What is wrong with me? I hope I’m not already pregnant.

Well speaking of children it must be time for a bit of an update on the in-laws as there has been some more news in the continuing saga. As a reminder my sister-in-law had 3 children by the time she was 24 by 2 different fathers and now she is onto her 3rd long term boyfriend in 6 years. This in itself is not great, but fair enough. She loves her kids and whilst they will never have the greatest lives with her, she has now decided to move yet another boyfriend in and has announced to the family that she is engaged…. again. Ahhhhh, is this another disaster waiting happen? Surely, it must be. I’m thinking of adopting one of our nieces as I absolutely love her to bits and I want to give her more. I don’t think it would go down too well though, so think I may move on from that idea or at least leave the subject until after Christmas. Best not rock the boat!

The other walking disaster at the moment besides me, is my mother-in-law. She has spent the best part of the last 6 months saving up for a new car. When I say saving up, I mean she wanted to spend about £300 to get one! Despite consistent warnings and great potential to learn from previous lessons, she went and bought a new car for £250 (bargain) and oddly enough by the end of its first week in her ownership it was dead. She didn’t kill it, it just died, so now she is depressed at not having a car again and starts saving once more. Guess what is on her Christmas list from us… she can think again!