Clearing the Headspace

I am appreciative of: The Kid’s afternoon naps. And a hungover-sleeping-on-the-couch Boyfriend. So I can catch up on some blogging and blog-reading and smoke cigarettes upstairs at my desk (naughty naughty).

That Kid’s probably: the cutest thing in the whole world. When he sneezes, he says “bless you, me”.

I’m laughing at: my Boyfriend’s hangover. He’s taken whiny to a whole new level. He’s a messy drunk. More drunk last night than I’ve ever seen him in the whole three years we’ve been dating. Messier than me, from what I can see. But, as he rightly points out – at least he didn’t puke. More about last night’s “Drink Like You’re 13” party in a later post.

I’m glad: I didn’t get seriously drunk last night. I only had one drink. Granted it was a Brutal Fruit quart.

I spent the afternoon: yesterday lying on the couch, in the buff, watching the Eastenders omnibus.

We made: “diet” burgers and chips on Friday evening for dinner. Let’s just say there’s nothing like the real thing.

We’ve been: house shopping all weekend. Looking for new blinds and still trying to hunt down a big boy bed for The Kid. One that we actually like and can agree on.

We’re waiting to get: our new LG Scarlet TV. My Boyfriend is desperate to see what the Avatar for PS3 looks like on an HD TV. I’ve been so busy the last few weeks that my only solution was to buy my Boyfriend’s silence and tolerance with Playstation games and the promise of a shinynewawesome television.

I love my job: it’s shown me that I’m capable of writing more than blog posts. From re-writing super-archaic insurance policy documents into plain, understandable English, to press releases, to gadget reviews, to profile pieces and and feature stories. It’s been pretty cool.

I’ve done: pretty well in attempting to tame the procrastinator monster in me. I have my off-days and my I-just-wanted-to-stay-at-home-with-my-Kid-all-day moments. But mostly, I’ve been okay. It’s taken me a while to adjust to working and being a mother and still trying to have time for my Boyfriend, myself, my dogs and my friends. (I promise that’s not my priority order) But I’ve tried to make the most of the time I have, and to do things when and as they’re necessary, instead of leaving it to the last possible minute. Of course, things have fallen through the cracks, occasionally: but no-one’s perfect, right?

I miss: The Goose and The Bee.

And I miss also:Β  Cath and Othercath and SleepyJane and I miss driving into town in the mornings with Kerry Haggard. I miss our early morning conversations about how men think women are crazy, but how it’s really the other way around. I miss Angel&Neels and my sister and my other sister. And Alicia. And Roma. (Yes, I actually do have friends outside the Internet, are you surprised?) And Cherylann and our coffeebreaks.

I miss: Twitter. It hasn’t worked all day.

We’d planned: to do nothing this weekend. Instead, it’s been exhausting.

At a party full of 23 year-olds: last night I felt very, very old. Reminded me that just before I turned 23, I had my first child. These 23 year olds were all just children themselves.

My boyfriend and I: made someone puke last night. Let’s just say that Olmeca Tequila Stoker will never be that kid’s friend.

This was my favourite photo of the day: The Kid has a model airplane and helicopter set that can be assembled and disassembled, using plastic screws and a plastic drill. It’s his absolute favourite thing right now.

So what needs to be cleared from your headspace?

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11 Responses to Clearing the Headspace

  1. Dawn says:

    Yay for the grownup job, fits you like a glove. πŸ™‚

  2. Wenchy says:

    You sound good bokkie

  3. Aliceinwonderland says:

    i miss you loads… i miss having your crass mouth and dirty mind – they would most certainly get me through these fucked up days in this fucked up little island (which is by no means anything like a fucking island should look like)… people here (foreigners i might add) always give me that teacher look when a slew of profanities make their way from my thoughts into their ears… i have even encountered a few who have thought it was necessary to point out the amount of times i said fuck in one conversation… what a stupid cunt… they should know better… i’m waaaay past being a naughty 12 year old that needs to have some sort of a filter guidance system…and it’s bad enough that i have to watch my mouth whilst educating 18month to 6 year old kids… fuck ’em fuck ’em all… and i’m getting old… bah humbug…

  4. Kerry Haggard says:

    πŸ™‚ Thanks! Those early morning chats were pretty fab… πŸ™‚

  5. Angel says:

    OMW the concentration on the kid’s face is priceless!

    We miss you too.
    .-= Angel´s last blog ..Blog Challenge =-.

  6. Bobbi Janay says:

    The kids face is priceless, he is so cute. I also had a crazy night last, it involved Vanilla Vodka and diet coke. So how(probably due to Casey love for me, by making chug water before bed), I woke up hangover free.
    .-= Bobbi Janay´s last blog ..FlashBack Friday =-.

  7. Alet says:

    The Kid has gotten so big! You sound like you are settling in so nicely!
    .-= Alet´s last blog ..Content =-.

  8. blackhuff says:

    Sjoe, a lot of Clearing the Headspace here. Like reading your posts.

  9. mommanats says:


    I agree nothing beats a burger than a real burger even oven chips are disgusting! Glad you are enjoying your job! Kid looks super smart like his mom!
    .-= mommanats´s last blog ..Our 8 month journey…. =-.

  10. sleepyjane says:

    I miss you too! And your adorable kid. πŸ™‚ I love cathing up on your life like this though, we must do something soon! xx
    .-= sleepyjane´s last blog ..My words are tired, you can feel it =-.

  11. Goose says:

    Fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

    You know why


    .-= Goose´s last blog ..Thank God it’s Friday!!! =-.

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