Cleaning my entire house with this beautiful face mask on when I could be lounging around sunning myself. MMM. Clearly I’m a wife in training and fucking EXCELLENT daughter ;)
If someone comes to my front door now… 0 fucks given!
Approaching every new situation without expectation and with eyes open, because although I say this is missing, or I’m looking for that, this may well not be the case. Just fluttering and bumbling through life at this precise moment.
The plus side to feeling so rough and actually making my body relax and take it easy means that my mind is taking a bit of a back seat too. Obviously it’s still ticking, but far less hectic. The biggest thing I’ve worried about of late is booking a holiday.
I wonder what Thursday’s gonna be like…
Because we both know what this sounds like it’s (slightly prematurely) turning into, right?
This warm weather is a sweaty business. Keep going to sleep wrapped up all snug and waking up dying because I’ve got too cosy. The duvet deceives me!
I just want to take him under my wing and pat his head a little bit. He’s been watching as many rom coms as I have, I think.
(via butmyheartsnotinit)
Don’t get me wrong, I adore Gavin & Stacey.
But it completely fucks with my identity and my priorities and my life aims. And and and.
All my life, I’ve had this dream of falling in love with someone, having a kid or five (well, four at a push - no pun intended) and living a great life. All the…
Can I just. I love you Lauren. I think we were twins in a previous life. The only element of this that’s different for me is that I DO want kids. But yet again, the option may/may not be there.
I find it difficult to explain why I don’t like overly affluent, perfectly formed families with spoilt children to anyone (let’s face it, that’s what we’re getting at), not even those in a similar situation to me. I don’t know, it could be the streak of envy from when I was a child, or the bitterness from the smaller doses of luck, or maybe even the fact that I just disagree with a showy, pretentious way of life. And yet I too find myself in that situation, hoping and wishing that my kids are beautiful and happy and healthy and have the perfect life. Mine wasn’t all doom and gloom but there are things that I want that are better, for my kids.
Oh it’s a terribly hypocritical vicious circle tbh. I will never turn into a desperate housewife though, whatever happens. I’ll leave that up to the ladies of Wysteria Lane and the mums on the PTA.
Infection?
Probably. Woo.
I will be fine for an extended period eventually. The odds can only be in my favour right?
:(
