Well hello there peeps
Sorry for delay in attending to my blogs, but life is just rushing away with me, but it’s all great.
Anyways, hope all is well. Hmmm, today I really, really do need to touch on something which I have touched on before, but which I really need to touch on again. And please, everyone, just bear with me, ok, because for me this is therapy, something well needed. Yep, it’s the children again. Forget about “Punch and Judy” it’s “Bicker and Punch” and guess what there’s a whole heap of weeks to go until school resumes – 5 more to be exact and that isn’t funny.
Now peeps, I am on the verge of booking a single holiday anywhere in the world, yep just me, myself and I. If I do not get away from my two children, then I believe that I may be forced to react rather violently and badly and to say that Police will never find their bodies, will be an understatement.
I have been going to the gym more than 3 times a week now because it is now mandatory. I don’t do stress, I can’t do stress and I won’t do stress. I am addicted to my happy hormones, whizzing around the place - weeeeeeeeee. That feeling of freedom is the best ever. Going to the gym is my sanctuary. There are usually no more than 6 people there at one time, so I can go in, do my thing and then hit the sauna for a while. Pure bliss. No arguments, no complaining or moaning, just me, myself and I. At least it saves me from turning to snorting all manner of drugs up through my nose and any other crevice that can snort (peeps, the stress could get serious if I allow it so any measure to help keep me calm is required) and from injecting myself with anything from Chicken hormones to a class Triple A drug.
I have 3 weeks left to go with them as they will be going on holiday with their father for two. I have already planned what I am going to do for every second and micro-second of those two weeks, and believe me peeps, when I say “adios” to them at the airport, I will not be looking back. The plane could take a nose dive as soon as it lifts off, but mama dearest here will not be looking back.
I remember when I was young, I did not have the opportunity to go out and do anything much. I was always well and truly grounded, not because I had done anything wrong, but because my parents were strict. I could never imagine saying to my parents “mumeeee, daddeeee, I want to go to the cinema with my friend Pauline.” First of all cinema was seen as a den of something sinister and evil. Secondly, if this friend was not part of the Church Possy, then I was certainly not going to be allowed to associate with her. Staying behind closed doors was our activity, so I had to entertain myself by either reading, reading or reading. I did have a radio back then, but if I put it on a volume louder than 3, then the broomstick would be licking down my floor, as mother or father dearest, jabbed the broom stick at the ceiling from the room below.
Yet now, that there is so much for children to do and so many places to go, they just want to remain indoors, playing games cube or Xbox, like zombies , fretting with each other and eating me out of house and home. Then the bickering starts when one person wins by cheating or the other person does this or that.
Yesterday, my blood pressure was raised so high that I headed out the door to the gym with P60 and Xbox strapped to my back in my rucksack. I was so out of breath when I got to the gym because believe me, my rucksack was H…H….HEAVY. But I had to style it out as I walked down the street, like some laden beast. At one point I could barely breathe, but I had to style it out and smile through gritted teeth.
I had to prove a point and even though it nearly killed me, I was out for 5 hours, lumbering the heavy rucksack around with me, until things cooled down in the house. Got a bit of a bad back today, but you know what? I took a stand and I held onto that decision.
So, I’m off now – to the gym again to kick butt with the weights and who knows what I will be coming back home to. So if you see me walking street, as if I’ve had a torpedo shoved up my nether regions, don’t approach me with any sort of salutation or greeting, just leave me be until I come back from the gym, ok?
