annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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did you think that you'd be happy, hanging out the nappies?
What I should be doing is tidying up, but I can't seem to get started. It'll all turn out OK, it always does, but...
My babies - you could almost like them, couldn't you? Ren got the job in the sweet shop. Sara and I did a late night shop last night, but not a very useful one. She was a bit grumpy as Renny resigned and now they want her to work all his hours. I was a bit spaced out as I'd had what I thought was a tiny wee spliff with the last from the bottom of the pot, but of course the last bit is concentrated pollen and twice as strong. So we mooched round sainsberries slinging daft things in the trolley and taking them out again. Lots of cheese and some plastic beakers. Wine and lager. Can't go wrong really.
Now they've gone off together to get me a birthday present and I'm meant to be tidying up, but I seem to be just drifting about.
I was born in 1954 and I'll be 54 on Monday, which is how it goes in 2008, so I don't know why I'm surprised. 54 though - who'd have thought it?
At the group yesterday (new group - crisis management), we were encouraged to be proud of what we achieve on a daily basis and to absolutely refrain from giving ourselves a hard time because those achievements are so fucking pathetic much less than we used to be capable of. So I'm going to try and add that to my daily rambles here, alongside the gratitudes. I can't say doing the gratitudes makes me feel on top of the world, but it does stop me falling into a vat of self-pity, which would be gruesomely inappropriate for someone in my relatively privileged position. The pride stuff is going to be taxing though - like yesterday, for example. I did some of the washing up and some of the shopping. Yay, go me. Today I have ... again, almost finished washing up. Had breakfast....
There'll be more later, bound to be.
Grateful for:
Music, sunshine, my lovely home; friends; family.
Proud of:
Making a commitment to finding things to be proud of (will that do?)
Happy weekending xxx
2:19 p.m. - 14/06/2008
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