Solitary Saz

With today being my day off, I am Saz the solitary.

I will be eating alone and I will be going to the flicks on my own too. This baffles my mum; she thinks I am very confident to do this alone. I don’t really care about the pics as it will be dark and people will be looking at the screen and not me. Eating is slightly trickier, yes it will be a table for one, but I have a book and my iPod so I have words and music to keep me company.

I’m not bothered about people thinking I’m a Billy no mates, I care about what my friends and family think. They think the day off is a good idea, and my mum thinks I’m as mad as a box of frogs (nowt new there then!)

Embarrassed Fatty

Tomorrow I have my six week progress check with my active health instructor, I have since joining been swimming once, and had parts one and two of my gym induction.

I am struggling to make time to go, during the day would be brilliant for me, but I have the Pheebz, now I have had plenty of people offer to look after her but they have their own kids to look after – if it was a medical appointment, then I would have no problem in accepting their help. I personally feel that the gym is a frivolous pastime – I know, I know I am being stupid because it’s a GP prescribed exercise thingy, but to me the gym is a luxury and other people shouldn’t have to watch my sproglet as I sod off to the gym for an hour.

Fucking hell I need to get over myself don’t I !?! 

I enjoy the gym, it makes me feel good brain wise, I have six weeks left and I need to make a huge effort to go!

Stew has a wedding night do at the end of June; the lovely couple in question he has known for years (went to school with one and college with the other). I am determined to shift some weight by then; I don’t want to embarrass him by being uber fat wife. 

Wish me luck!

Its good to talk

It’s good to talk, would you look at that BT where right!!

One of my major malfunctions is that I don’t like upsetting people, so instead of telling someone I am bothered, I fret about it and make myself miserable.

Stew told me on Monday that his parents are going to pay for us to go on holiday this year. We had decided that we would not go on holiday this year as the 3 weddings, the holiday and stag and hen do’s last year had financially wiped us out.

So as soon as he told me the worry set in. How the hell could we afford the spending money and petrol for the week? I took me until Thursday to grow the balls to tell him my worries. I was worried that people would think I was the bad guy, the ungrateful git, the killjoy.

After many tears from me and a small ginger explosion from him, I explained what was bothering me; he gave me a hug, called me a silly moo and then promised to have a talk to his mum about it.

I am hear by swearing that I will try and talk about things when they bother me, not bottle it all up and make myself (and everyone else miserable)

Tough Mummy

Mummy has got tough!!!

 We have house rules, I may have blogged them. One rule was no one will be asked more than twice to do anything, if this is not heeded, then a loss of privilege will occur.

To be honest, I am so sick of shouting and being ignored I cried the other day. Well say cried, sobbed for 2 hours would be more exact *Looks embarrassed*

So I resolved to get tough and take control back from the spawn. I now make sure that I have the attention of the spawn in question and they are listening to me. I then issue my request = tidy up / get dressed / get ready for school. I also issue the consequence at the same time = Please get ready for school, if I have to ask more than twice, there will be no telly/iPod/wii/ds until tomorrow morning.

So far it seems to be working, I just need to hold firm and not give up.

I am mummy hear me roar!!!!!!

Catching up

Well here I am again – last minute blogging *hangs head in shame* 

Seriously peeps WTF is wrong with me? I enjoy blogging – getting the shite out of my head and on to paper is brilliant for me and my mentalness.

I always do a huge catch up, proclaim that I will never do this again, and then I end up doing a huge blog dump so my numbers for that month is correct.

I have good intentions – it’s the siren hoor of Fan Fiction that keeps leading me astray. Often I think of a good blog idea, promise that I will blog as soon as I have finished reading that page of Fic, next thing its bedtime, I’ve shut the lappy down and have completely forgotten what I was supposed to be writing *Rolls eyes* 

I am going to have to get tough and implement a new rule;

NO BED TILL BLOGGAGE!!!

I love my bed, I love my sleeps, I love snuggling up to Stew (not when he farts on me obvs!) So my new rule might just work!

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LOL see you next catch up session!!

Super Injunctions

Super injunctions – My thoughts, if you put as much time and effort into being faithful and keeping your dick in your pants, then you wouldn’t need a super injunction or be threatening twitter.

JUST SAYING!!!!!!!!