Random Meme F2F Blog Challenge
If I could learn to love myself more, I’d be fine.
In my kitchen cupboard 2min Noodles, great coffee and treacle sugar.
On my desk everything but the kitchen sink.
Image in my head dark cloudy days, unfortunately.
In the middle of my to do list registering with SACAP. Should be at the top of my list…Maar nou ja.
I am dreading everything, at the moment.
Right now I want to be happier and not feel so damned nauseous..
I think a hug would make it all better.
Going to order myself a nice, unhealthy WACKY WEDNESDAY!.
The Big Yawn
Gods I am utterly exhausted this morning, no idea why though.
So…I decided to move back in with the Mother (as of two nights ago) and she was absolutely overjoyed at the news – I even got a kiss out of the deal *laughs*. The whole idea of moving back in has kept me thinking for about two months now but in the end it just makes more sense. Financially I will be saving around R1500 a month. Emotionally we will both have a shoulder to cry on and a helping hand to get us off our asses and *do* something for a change. Medically I will have someone to drive me around again :)
All in all a win-win situation, methinks.
We agreed to share most of the costs so that we all get a fair deal, which is awesome…and our three dogs are naturally over the fucking moon that I am back. There’s an Alsation named Scarlett, a Bichon Frise by the name of “Bekkie” (very original, I know) and a little Pavement Special named Stanley (affectionately known as Fish). Bekkie is a runaway who picked our house and our dogs to be his new home and family. He joined the fold approximately 7 years ago, bearing many stolen gifts and once even a bloody dead rabbit. We suppose this was his way of convincing them that he is a proficient hunter, making him a valuable addition to the pack. *shakes head* He truly is a very strange dog, to be honest.
Onto other things…Mother is starting to question my motives for having a child and although I don’t want to admit it, I think she might just be right. *sighs* I’m seeing my psychologist (Sugar) again next week, for the first time in almost two months…which is good. The weekly sessions I started with have turned into monthly sessions – hopefully a sign of progress?
I haven’t thought about SI-ing in about two months, which is the last time I slipped and “fell”. I should be proud of myself but for some reason I just feel nothing and I can’t help but wonder why.
Anywho…let us not get caught in such thoughts, it *is* a good thing to have gone so long without it, after all. :)
