Finished work early and.. just didn't feel like going home straight away. So I'm having a cheeky can of alco ginger beer in a part of a local park not frequented by children and their company or youths (I dislike drinking around children and will actively avoid it). Might have an extra can too. Because fuck it, that's why!
In the interests of low cost weekend activities, my Minipeelers and I have decided;
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to have our own festival,
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to do craft about it, and
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to call it "Craftmas."
It will involve liberal amounts of polymer clay and wool, and focus on making Xmas decorations and gifts (for those we would like to give something to, but either don't want to buy for or don't know what to buy). I'm really looking forward to it and am actually excited for this!
So the rash is subsiding through my using cortisone cream and calmoseptineπ My test results are in, so I can see my doctor on Thursday πOne of my kids are going to school today π Mr P has an appointment at Peter Mac, so I have to pick her up from school.
G'day all! Time to sit down with my dinner and read back through your day, as I do when I've been too busy to Lemmy. I look forward to reading about your adventures!
Warning: anxiety frustration rant.
Well, eldest was supposed to go to school today but had so much anxiety overnight he hardly slept. I got up a few times overnight and he was awake almost every time, laying there worrying, trying to cope. He told me he feels like his world is all crumbling apart. We've moved him back to weekly sessions to try to help him cope. I feel so frustrated for him. Miniest was woken frequently during the night by all this and is exhausted this morning so staying at home too. I'm on the bus going to work and I feel kind of flat inside. When I was a kid my homelife was so shit that being bullied at school was an escape lol. I learnt to dissociate from a really young age. Nothing seems to be consistently working at the moment, and I feel like that mum in The Babadook.
Edit: Mr P got up , had a smoke and went back to bed after learning that he didn't really have to take anyone anywhere or do anything, and I'm jealous of him. When I wasn't working I had time to support everyone and the kids had no problems. I know it's not my fault, having to go out and earn the family income, but it makes me feel hollow somehow and I feel like it is.
I've seen lichen like this on cars in my neighbourhood which are permanently parked in the shade. One's parked under a tree on the lawn of a house around the corner from me. Mr P says he knows the family, and that the car has rarely moved in 20 or 30 years.
Spoiler depression, therapy etc.
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Have struggled all year with getting elder minipeeler to school. Have realised he is suffering from depression which needs treatment, so an appointment with GP has been made. He just isn't motivated at all, and recently has just seemed really sad and can't explain/doesn't know why. Sometimes he lashes out in anger and frustration and is immediately regretful and even sadder. He had therapy last year for anxiety and it looks like we're going to go down that path again. Mr P can see it too and thankfully agrees, or I'd have a battle there (Mr P is famously anti therapists after bad experiences when he was younger. Was sent to The Melbourne Clinic and almost was given shock treatment, so it's understandable). Mr P is taking him to the appointment. Now I have to go to work and carry on when I feel like a shattered husk. However I'm feeling I tell myself it's worse for him. Fingers crossed for my boy today.
Sparrows. An introduced species I think. There used to be heaps of them around, almost a plague of them when I was a kid, but I don't see anywhere near those numbers anymore. And yes, they are cute! They love small seeds.
DAY 30 COMPLETED! ππ The first time in my whole life I have stuck to a daily exercise regimen! I'm feeling pretty chuffed right now. The only question for me now is what to do next! Should I move on to the intermediate level? Do something different? Decisions decisions!
Ugh. Mr Peeler has yet another speeding fine. I pay his rego, insurance, give him petrol money each week so he can at least pick up the kids from school, I paid his last (how many!) fines because he didn't even ring up to arrange instalments.. I just can't even. I get that he's dyslexic etc. But fucking hell! I'm not paying this one, fuck it. I'm working hard and trying to save so we can have things and he's just pissing around. The other day he was late picking up the kids because he just "popped in" to a mate's place in the afternoon and "had a whiskey," then found himself stuck in traffic. Wtf is he even doing drinking before picking up the kids?! I'm fucking relying on this fuck!
Just getting it out of me before I get home or it'll come out in an angry rush which will in turn make him angry, defensive or both, and the kids will be right there exposed to it all. Thanks for listening.
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So yesterday I was running late for work, turned a corner and put out for hard rubbish was..
I couldn't believe my luck; half deflated tyres, rusty as hell but with perfect working brakes and no spiders under the seat, I thought "you'll do me!" I rode it carefully the rest of the way to work. Well, I've kinda fallen in love.
Today I bought a helmet and lock. She's perfect: not so grand she's a target for thieves, grand enough for me to ride to work.
Today I rode her home to begin a new life with me, and it felt good.
Edit: please ignore my shitty side way garden.