3rd December 2013
Oh hey! How are you? Good you say? That’s fantastic. How am
I you ask? I have had a F***ing sh*thouse day!!! I can see you going, oh this
looks like its going to be depressing to read..well you’re probably right! Not
really, its more of just one of those stress relief blogs, you know something
you’d write in your diary at the end of the day to get it off your chest. So
please feel free to skip reading this blog.
Today was definitely
a “Kimmy Day” (see my previous blog titled “Kimmy Moments” to understand this
expression). I have had barely any sleep due to acid reflux, I’m tired, cranky
and just over it. But, I did attempt to be positive today and be happy. So what
better way to do that than to bake. I absolutely LOVE baking. Its one of my
passions and I don’t think I’m completely useless at it. I baked mixed berry
muffins, which I intended on icing with homemade cream cheese frosting. Sounds
delicious? Well I bet they would have been if while they were cooling, the blow
flies didn’t decide to crawl all over them!!! I literally cried, and then threw
them all in the bin. So then I had a massive mess to clean up in the kitchen
with no reward!!! On top of this I managed to have a disagreement with a former
friend (long story), which was stressful. It was just all around an emotional
day and the past few days have been the same due to the fact I’m in my “2 week
wait” or “2WW” as us TTC’ers (people trying to conceive) call it, but I will get to that in another blog.
Anyway, so I bought my Husband and I new bean bags for
Christmas (they were supposed to be a surprise until Christmas but I am so
useless at keeping anything a secret from Jamie) so we decided to fill them
with the beans. We got through that fairly easily, apart from spilling a lot on
the floor. So I decided to test it out. For those of you who haven’t been in
our house, we have an open plan kitchen/lounge/dining room. We had the bean bag
sitting next to the kitchen bench in between the lounge and kitchen. I was
laying on it and saying how cool it is and Hubby said “here I’ll help you up
and we can fill the other one.” Sounds harmless right? Wrong! Jamie gave me his
hand, and as usual proceeded to reef me up with all his strength, neither of us
realising how close the corner of the kitchen bench was, until my very boney
hip came into contact with it in full force. I collapsed onto the bean bag and
immediately burst into tears (yep, at 21 I am still a sook). Jamie came out
with his usual response when he accidentally is the cause of my pain which goes
something like “Sh*t, sorry. Ice?”. So I layed there with a lunchbox brick on
my hip (yes because a brick of ice is going to mould around my hip? Nice choice
honey, you are such a bloke) while Jamie stroked my hair and said something along the lines of “You
really are having a shit time aren’t you.” Which made me cry even more. I had
been on the brink of crying all day but told myself to keep it together, I
guess this was the world’s way of saying, “Dude, just cry. You will feel
better, and if you don’t want to cry on your own, I’ll make you cry.” Well it
worked! I still felt pretty crappy (and very very sore) but its amazing what a
big teary can do.
Sorry this is a bit of a pathetic blog, but this is the
reality of my life and it is certainly not all fun and games. Everyone has “those
days”, but while you are having one, you feel like the only person in the
entire world that is having a day where things arent going how they should be and
it feels like the end of the world. Granted, a lot of the way I was feeling was
because of the whole baby making thing (see my next blog) and I normally shrug
days like this off. But I’m glad I didn’t. Because this is what made me want to
start writing blogs. You can either feel grateful for that, my wonderful blog
readers, or incredibly annoyed at seeing my links to my blogs posted on my
Facebook page every day. Take it or leave it. I will write them regardless of
whether people read them or not. Why? Because this is the one thing I am doing
just for me, nobody else.
Much love & Rainbows,
Kimberly
Xoxox
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