My blog...

So... Where to start?

Sitting in bed, rocking Summer on my lap, Jesse next to me, waiting oh so impatiently for them both to crash out, while having a heated text argument with my husband, over absolute crap, after a shitty day... Welcome to my life!

The day started at 5am.
7.30 I have 4 kids dressed & out the door. Off to the big city (to us, lol) for a biopsy on an enlarged lymph node on Jaz's neck. Its been there for years, but changed towards the end of last year, getting bigger, then smaller again.
We know its not something to worry about, but its still there, so along with our gp we figure it should be biopsied, just to be on the safe side.
9am we finally get there to be told they don't think its necessary to go that far.

So not happy!

THEN because they decide to rescan, they charge me $50 (rather than $80) for something I could've had done locally!!!!! I took 4 kids in the car (school holidays) over an hour away, for something I could've had done 20 minutes away from home, at a much more convenient time!

Then silly me decides to make the most of the wasted trip by attempting some op shopping... Big mistake!!

But we survive.

Then we get home, unload the crap, unload the kids lug them all inside...

Realise there's been no text to husband. Woops, find phone (still in car) get ready to text husband knowing work is finished & he can now read, to let him know what happened...

First, there is a text from husband. No 'how'd it go' or anything remotely nice. Just a long list of abuse coz I hadn't contacted him though the day.

Reasonable you think? Considering the circumstances? Yeah, til you know him & realise the only reason he needs these updates from me is coz he's so controlling he needs to know what I do every single second of the day! He didn't try speaking to his scared shitless daughter last night to reassure her she'd be ok. Just said in a text to pass on the message... after I mentiond it.

Now the argument has been cut short with a 'night' & all the babies are asleep.
It may be time for me to do whats desperately needed & clean... but I think I'll facebook it then sleep, snuggled up to my little man...





I have 4 beautiful kids I get to hug each & every day. All I ask of my life is for that to continue til the day I die. I look at them sleeping every night & thank God I have them.
Some believe, some don't, some have recently lost all faith. But I have to thank someone for what I have.
My kids might back chat, use naughty words, make a mess & make me want to rip out my hair, but I have them. Here, with me, causing me trouble. The way its meant to be.
I have the world right here with me. I now know just how lucky I am x