27th April, 2007 (6:19 pm)
The Day Before New York (6)
S just left. That’ll be the last time I’ll see him for five days. I wish to God I wasn’t so clingy to my little man - M and I are both so excited about our trip to New York, yet all I can feel right now is lost. My eyes hurt from crying I’m such a fucking sap. Sigh.
Anway, unless there’s a ‘net cafe in the hotel, I think it’s going to be unlikely that I’ll have much chance to update whilst away (there’s no way M’ll tolerate me buggering off just to update my blog). However, you know me - I have a tendancy to hyperventilate if I go too long away from a keyboard, so we’ll see . . . and secretly hope that there are ‘net facilities close to the hotel.
Think safe, happy thoughts and I’ll catch you on the flipside!
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25th April, 2007 (8:28 am)
The Bit With The Psychology (5)
I found this on Charlotte’s LJ and it pigued my interest enough to break my unspoken vow against memes and share it with you. The questions are in italics, and my responses beneath. Apparently, I love my husband and son, have few emotional problems, my attitude is broken (wtf?) and have a huuuuge sex drive that I refuse to act on. Want to see how I got to that? Read on!
1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. With who?
M and S. (And shouldn’t it be ‘whom’?)
2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal.
Ooh! A dog.
3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?
He runs about a bit, makes S laugh a bit, we pet his head, maybe throw him a stick or a ball, and then he runs off again.
4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your dream house. Describe it.
You know, I’m not sure that my dream house could be found in a bloody woods. But for the sake of pressing on, it would be warm and bright and full of natural light. It wouldn’t been massive, but it would be big enough to have a spare bedroom or two and a big, warm kitchen with a table and chairs and maybe a small nook. I’ve always wanted a kitchen big enough to have somewhere to relax in!
5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?
I don’t think so, no.
6. You enter the house. You walk in to the dining room and see the dining room table. What do you see on AND around it?
The table’s on a big squishy rug. On the table itself is nothing other than maybe a fruit bowl. The table’s pretty though - big and worn and you can see the wood grain. :)
7. You exit the house and a cup is on the ground, what kind is it?
A teacup. I love tea, me.
8. What do you do with the cup?
You know, I think it’s broken - why else would it be on the ground?! I’ll leave it there.
9. You walk to the edge of the property where you find yourself standing at the edge of a body of water. What kind of body of water is it?
A big, still, deep lake.
10. How will you cross the water?
We’d have a hunt for a bridge. It’s too big to cross and S can’t swim, we’ll just not cross it!
Ready to find out what my answers say about me? AM I MENTAL!?
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24th April, 2007 (8:15 pm)
The Bit With My Baby (8)
Earlier this evening, S clambered up onto me as I lay (read: sprawled) on the couch watching last night’s Heroes and, squeezing his Pooh bear, nestled in down beside me. I glanced down, tapped his little nose, and asked if he was okay. He turned his huge but desperately tired brown eyes up at me.
“I just want oooh (you), Mummy.”
“You want me?”
“Yeah. I want hugs.”
“Then come here, munchkin.”
About three minutes later, he was asleep in my arms.
I can’t recall the last time he did that. I know that that sounds silly and an exaggeration, but I genuinely can’t. It seems forever since he last needed me for that kind of emotional comfort - you know, that ohmygodimgoingtoexplodeilovehimsomuch desperation that I show him fifteen hundred times a day. (I kiss the nape of his neck every single night before I go to bed and tell him how much I love him. I have to do it when he’s asleep or I’d never be able to keep him still long enough). Half the time he can barely be bothered to kiss me goodnight; as his night-time routine is special Daddy-Son time, it’s a red-letter day if he denigns to blow me an absent kiss while he powers full pelt up the stairs after his dad.
I told him today, whilst he argued with me that he WASN’T a little boy but a big boy now, that he would always be my baby. I told him - and I swear I’m not embelishing this, I really did say it outloud - that I didn’t care how old he was, that even if he lived to be a hundred years old and had a zillion babies of his own, he would always be my Little Man. Even as the words fell from my mouth I realised what a ridiculous cliche that was, but it’s utterly and completely true: even as he pulls away from me and finds his feet and confidence and grows up every single day, none of that will ever change. He’ll always be my baby. My Munchkin. My all.
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22nd April, 2007 (10:10 am)
The Day With The Groundhog (6)
Does anyone else think it odd that a web design company have commissioned me to re-design their site . . . ? How weird. I’m really struggling on the ethics of that versus the need to secure some money. Ho hum.
Anyway, hello! How’s you? I know - I’ve been a bad friend - absent, vague, unreliable. Sorry about that. I’d give you more excuses about tiredness and the difficulties of trying to balance being back in work with still trying to get better, but you’ve heard that before, so I won’t. Suffice to say, not much has changed. I’m currently experiencing my own Groundhog Day that doesn’t see me doing much other than struggling through a day in work until I get to come home and can lie down. I have the longevity of a Maybug. It isn’t good. I’m also wandering around in a bit of a fug that sees me stuck in February 2007 - it’s like I lost those six weeks and haven’t quite been able to catch up since.
Plus the weather’s been lovely. After sorting out our garden furniture last year and getting a new patio heater and parasol this year, our garden’s almost become the kind of place that’s nice to visit. If it wasn’t for the fact that it’s still quite cold unless you’re standing in the sun I’d probably be out there now, trying to absorb as much vitamin A and D as I can. Unfortunately, today it’s not as bright nor warm, so our barbeque’s been postponed and replaced instead with a visit this afternoon to a local castle. It sits halfway up a mountain, nestled in a forest, and can be seen very clearly on my commute to work. Since S’s spotted it, he’s convinced that the Power Rangers live there, so we thought we’d take a trip today to see it. I think that the Power Rangers may be out though. Poor S.
Thanks to everyone who offered such brilliant suggestions and New York - I can’t believe that this time next week, we’ll be there! I’ve turned down two big social nights out this weekend in the bid to get more rest (which didn’t really happen, as I was catching up with eighteen episodes of Heroes instead) and save some cash. In a lot of ways, the timing couldn’t be better - there’s no doubt that M and I really need a break; we haven’t had a holiday together since October 2005, and even a long weekend is better than nothing. I also hope that the fact that there’s several of us going means that we get to balance time alone (which isn’t always good, particularly if we have a - shock horror - falling out) and enjoying ourselves with friends. And finally, the British Pound is kicking the dollar’s arse - this is doing NOTHING AT ALL for me in terms of GG.net for the more work I do, the less money I seem to be pulling down, but it’s bloody fantastic in terms of paying a visit to the US.
Because, apparently, we live in the 1800s, we’ve just purchased our very first camcorder. (Fact is, I hate seeing myself in photos, so I had no innate desire to rush out and buy a video camera). Problem is, I can’t be certain Amazon’ll despatch in time before we leave, even though it was in stock and I paid for 1st Class delivery. Sigh. Don’t get any ideas about video blogs or any such crap though - my fingers will have to fall off before I visually inflict myself onto the web community.
Right, I had tons to do, so really need to leave it there. I’ve yet to tell you about S’s recent stroppiness and what M did to my PC that nearly fucking broke it again. Maybe next time!
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15th April, 2007 (9:10 am)
The Bit About New York (16)
At the end of the month, M and I and some friends are heading to New York for a long weekend. I’ve never been before and am beyond excited, as it’s years since I’ve been to the states. And just to make the stay extra specially sweet, we’ll be baby-free thanks to my awesome parents-in-law. Drinking? Check. Eating till I explode? Check. Being an annoying tourist who walks around too slowly? Double check!
Okay, so we’re broke (this trip was booked last November, and waaay before we realised that I needed surgery and was going to off work long enough to lose a serious amount of pay) and won’t be able to buy all that much out there, but it’s okay. The GBP’s never been so strong against the US dollar, so we’re just going to make the most of what we have . . . I think my one gift to myself will be a new, shiny video iPod while I’m out there, since mine’s gone tits up again . . .
And so begs the question: in a three night/four day visit, what would you recommend that we absolutely had to do, and places that we really have to eat? What would be your big tips - and big no-nos! - for New York virgins? If you live there now, or have tips from your own visits, they’re all welcome!
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