gross neglect..
*sighs* I know… it’s been ages..I haven’t blogged about anything… damn Facebook.. it makes it too easy to quickly jump online and catch up on what people are doing… maybe it’s because I’m a mum now and I barely get a second of me time to take half a breath… let alone sitting down a maintaining a blog..
on the upside.. I did finally remember ‘crap!.. I have a blog!’ ..and decided to log in..and I guess now.. I should prolly update a few things… for instance.. my last post… the whole Wii getting fit regime was completely blown to crap… it never happened.. I have not found the time.. and to be honest.. the motivation just hasn’t been there.. I’m too busy maintaining a household and everyone innit as well as trying to look after myself.. and when I do get that half a second.. I hafta drop the Wii remote as quick as I pick it up.. but I know something has to be done..
There’s so many things I wanna do.. quit smoking for good, stop the on again off again bullcrap.. get fit again.. get some order in my life.. know what I’m doing from one day to the next in such a fashion that I’m motivated into getting things done.. have regular dinners.. actually make the effort and have dinner at night.. instead of not eating at all.. cos I simply do not have time..
My job is great.. workin’ lates at the moment til 10PM ..but I’m finding that in the mornings I get nothing that I wanna do done.. ‘cos I end up fending after everyone else and by the time they are sorted.. I hafta get ready for work..
I’d love to be able to go on my treadmill every morning.. but its in the bedroom.. that happens to be within close proximity of not only DP, but also Callia.. I dun wanna interrupt their sleep whilst I try and sort myself out.. it’s frustrating! =\
This flat is so small.. that nothing can be done without someone else being effected.. and that’s starting to drive me nuts.. in the end I sacrifice everything I wanted to do.. in order to keep everyone else happy.. it’s simply easier to go about the way things continue to go than to enforce such a routine on others..
Maybe I should just get up at 6am every morning and play Wii Sports, save my walking til I get home.. or when Callia has a nap… but then.. I’m taking time away from me and DP.. and soon enough it feels like we haven’t spent a single moment together cos I’m up with Callia whilst he’s asleep, or should I decide to get up early.. it’ll steal cuddle time.. no win situation.. and this could just lead to me turning into a big fat blob who just crumbles under everyone else’s whim and maintains a ‘i’m happy if everyone else is happy‘ theory.. which would be completely bollocks.. cos i dun wanna be fat…lol
like right now for instance.. I could be on the treadmill, yet, hear I sit in the lounge.. using our tv as a computer monitor.. it’s f00ked..*sighs* I need to put a stop to this gross neglect.. of me.. of my blog.. of my relationship.. of involving myself in more structured activities with Callia.. I read to her 7 times a day.. usually one book after the other.. of her choice naturally.. but I’m sure she’s craving a bit of routine.. a bit of something to look forward to… much like her mother..lol
I just wanna scream into a pillow.. it dun help that DP sparked the argumentativeness in me by talking about corporate profiteering with phone companies that sell caps like $29 gets you $130 worth of call credit.. instead of saying.. $29 gets you calls at a flat rate of 25 cents per minute and flat rate of 20 cents per text.. apparently this was outlawed in the UK ..did you know that? .. i dunno..time to sort crap out me thinks.. it’s gonna annoy some people.. but they will feel my wrath in the long term if they dun let me piss them off now..lol
here’s hoping I remember to log on a lot sooner next time.. cheers 
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March 1st, 2009 at 10:53 am
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I know exactly how you feel, and me and Nessy don’t have any kids yet. I find that I hardly have the time to do anything, what with now taking the bike/train to work, up at 6:30am, not home until 7pm, by that time I’m too knackered to do anything. Maybe it’s time to look at a bigger place to live, I’d like to do the same but Nessy doesn’t want to move. C’est la vie.