The strife and times in the land of Uglyskivvy

 I am feeling so good at the moment. The change in my food is totally agreeing with me. My skin is clearer than it has been for quite some time and my hair actually looks healthy and I am not hungry. Today was the busiest day I hae had since making the changes to my diet, and I did not really get the oppurtunity to sit down and eat my meals - but I made sure I avoided grabbing a quick meal from KFC or McDonalds and had something else instead.

 

Today was tax refund day....ka-ching. I was able to afford the stuff I have been putting off for sometime. It feels good to be out of the financial hole we were in for a few weeks back there. I just stopped sleeping for a while there, and the stress was dreadful. 

 

Got called to the school today - Podge had a bit of a stack and was in the sick bay with a massive bump on his head. No sooner than I had him back home, than I had to go back up there and help count money.

 

Troy has been on holidays this week, but seriously, I am sort of excited about him going back to work. Having him home sort of increases my work load. Hopefully, in the future we can time his annual leave so that he is off at the same time as the children. It makes more sense because when they are at school while he is on leave - all we can really do is work around the home.

 

Well...better run for another night. Be time for bed soon.

 It's not that bad - I am actually full. I can get used to this. My one weakness is crusty, white bread but if I can find good substitutes I can see this working. It will be a while before my skin clears up, and the diet is not going to get rid of my stomach right away but I am recruiting an army of helpers. If they can not support me while trying to make these problems better then I need to isolate myself from them until I am behaving without their help.

 

The school are haing a Krispy Kreme doughnut drive...but een the noelty of them no longer exists. The only thing I am finding is that healthy choices are more expensive choices. And in our house, that is not always a good thing.

 

I hae always had a weakness for raw, fresh vegetables and given the choice I would lie on them. But honestly...is it my imagination or is quality produce getting really hard to come by. All of it seems to have some damage or be priced through the roof.

 

I don't think I will have any real issue with kissing potato goodbye. It is an awesome food to give the kids - and they eat it, in most its forms but it has always been a really bloating food for me. I don't mind totally removing it from my diet and replacing it with an extra cup of green beans, or snow peas.

 

And to be honest I love raw, crunchy celery. I hae a habit of grabbing something quick to snack on because I am lazy but would much prefer celery.

 

Well anyway...I should go to bed. These drugs they gave me for my back are still not out my system and I need to get back to normal before I turn into one great big bruise.

 

My back is not half as sore as it was - I think things are getting better. Now if only...I could be a B Cup again

Those of you who lie in New South Wales would know how severe the rain was that we had a few weeks ago. My house copped a saage beating. The side window in our living room absolutely leaked under the pressure and it has taken this long to get the ground dry enough to get the ladder and equipment down the side to repair it.

 

With the flick of a magic hammer and some new flashing it is fixed. The chances of rain of that magnitude in the near future is next to nothing...but on the small chance it does happen the window should holp up.

 

Troy starts a weeks holiday tomorrow. His timing is good, considering my back is still fucked. It is getting better but today the Nurofen Plus that I was taking caused substantital brusing (not at all painful) and I have had to stop taking it. I am back on plain on Paracentamol.

 

Busy week this week...the school has a Krispy Kreme drive and lucky me...I get to collate the numbers and count the dough.

 

I've had a lot of reasons to think about Mum this week - nothing particular, just a lot of random things.

 

Well...better go find a warm part in my bed...assuming it has not been taking over by the rodents that are my children.

 

 

 

I just thought I would stop in and see if this space still exists...it does. It's been 11 months since my last confession and boy has it been busy.

I guess I will start with the kids.

 

They are all another year older...another year wiser. Georgia is in Year One now and thriing under her teacher. Her reading is coming along nicely.  She still has moments of totally irrational, unexplainable behaviour. At the moment she gets totally psychotic when you say the name "Jesus" to her. I suspect someone has said to her that "Jesus took Granny" or something along those lines and now she gets as pissy as hell at the mention of his name. The other day she emptied the letterbox and there was a religious pamphlet there, she wandered inside mumbling about "Great! Now Jesus is sending me mail" I gave up a while ago trying to find logical excuses for some of the things she says and does. Last Saturday night we were playing Cranium and there was a question asking which animal had the smallest brain and offering three options. the answer was the human and Troy debated it - saying he was always taught that elephants had the smallest brains (WTF?) Georgia chimes in with "Yes but you were taught by Catholic teachers." I have no idea where that came from...especially seeing as though he went to public schools.

 

Patrick is in Kinder this year and realy coming along nicely at school. The discipline and routines really suit his personality. He still is a typical boy - thinks he is a super hero most days. And he is still not sure about school work...serious confidence issues. That will come with time. He is actually the best behaed out of the four of them - yet some people, who are old enough to know better, tease him - get their desired reaction then assume his reaction is the way he always behaves. He really is a good kid, with a good heart. But if you push a good kid hard enough...of course he will get angry.

 

Tiger! Tiger! Tiger! What more can I say? He is still not talking as much as we would like him to, but he is talking. It is still not as clear as we would like it to be, but I can understand him. Still going to take time and hard work, with dedication and determination for us to make up for the lost time. This family are a team...and we will see that he gets there. For every day of the week there are 3 good Tiger stories to tell - but as this is just a catch up I will not go into them now.

 

And Bridget....when last I wrote she was a frail child - who could not keep her food down. 11 months later she is robust and healthy and built like a brick shithouse. It is such a turnaround from this time last year. She is a character...she is going to be a handful this time next year. She has the thing, at the moment, where she flutters her eye lashes in an attempt to manipulate. By baby number 4....I am immune to these tricks.

 

Troy starts holidays this week. Would have been nice to hae him off during the school holidays, or to hae had enough notice to go away but shit happens. He is haing much needed time away from work.

 

And me...another year older and another year scattier. My life is hectic and chaotic and topsy tury. But for all my complaints...I am not really sure I would have it any other way. Well..except one thing. I hurt my back two weeks ago and it is not back to it's normal self yet. I want my proper mobility back.

 

I got the final Harry Potter book today - and I finished reading it. I miss so many of my old pastimes...reading, tapestry, jigsaw puzzles and blogging. I am going to be bringing them all back into my life. I need them.

 

hoping to write again tomorrow.