There hasn't been much in the way of comedy on TV here lately. Well not decent comedy anyway, so I have been turning to Netflix when I need a laugh. Here's what's been tickling my funny bone of late.
Workin' Moms - I am loving the new series, have laughed out loud multiple times. This show makes doing the ironing bearable.
Derry Girls - The mix of nostalgia, teenage shenanigans and blatant swearing never fails to crack me up.
Atypical - More laugh out loud moments from this quirky comedy.
This quote has nothing to do with Netflix, it just makes me smile every time I read it.
When you're not a dress person but you see a dress you like and you go to the effort of taking your clothes off to try it on and the dress actually looks quite good on you but you think to yourself "when would I even wear it?", so you hum and hah in the changing room and finally decide you will sleep on it and if you still like it tomorrow you will come back and buy it.
So tomorrow comes and you're still thinking about the dress and working out ways to justify spending money on it when you don't have a job but when you think about it, it's not even really that expensive but then again Christmas is coming and new school uniforms need to be bought in January. Then you remember that you have been meaning to have a clear out so if you sell some stuff online then that will pay for the not even very expensive dress and will also reduce the clutter in your house. Bonus!
Happy with your sound reasoning and thorough thought process you skip back to the shop to reunite yourself with the dress which has by now acquired "already planning what shoes to wear with it" status, only to find someone else has bought it and there are no more in your size...
On my blog Facebook page there is a suggested groups section. These are groups that Facebook has decided might be worth joining as my page to "reach more people who may be interested in your page".
The suggested groups include - Survivors of Emotional Abuse, Loving Someone with BPD, Brain Injury Survivors, Making Ostomies Cool and somewhat bizarrely, Casefile True Crime Podcast Discussion Group.
I think I may need to focus on writing some more cheery upbeat posts...
I did a two hour restorative yoga class a while back. It was a great way to wrap up one month and head into another. The poses are supported taking all the effort out so you get a really good stretch without having to do very much work. Just what you want on a Sunday afternoon.
Along with the extended holding of poses, there was loads of extra time for relaxation and meditation at the end. Despite my best intentions, my mind started to wander. Amongst the random thoughts and things to add to my to do list, came the wishes. I wish I was more like her, she seems to enjoy being a SAHM, hosting elaborate birthday parties for her kids and posting weekly Insta-worthy #preciousmemories. I wish I was more like her, she never seems to lack ambition or goals. I wish I had her ability to chat to people and make friends. I wish I had her openness and trusting nature. I wish, I wish, I wish.
Maybe it's time to stop with the wishing. Maybe it's ok to not have figured out what I want to be when I grow up yet. Maybe this is what I am supposed to be doing right now. Comparing myself with other people only ends badly for me so maybe I need to focus on being good enough for me.
Things that are guaranteed to raise my heart rate.
- Arriving late for an appointment.
- Driving somewhere new.
- Cooking a new recipe with lots of ingredients.
- Going into a shop 5 minutes before they are due to close.
- Baking with children.
- Overtaking.
- Fitting everything into the case at the end of a long haul holiday.
- Walking into an unfamiliar bar trying to find the friends I am meeting.
- Parallel parking when it's raining.
- Catering for large groups of people.
- Going to a new hairdresser for the first time.
When my kids were babies, crying was the only way they had to communicate. I learned to tell their different cries - the tired cry, the hungry cry, the I'm having a complete and utter meltdown cry. When they learned to talk, interpreting their needs became a lot easier. There was still crying but not as often.
As parents, how well we deal with crying kids can be relative to how much sleep/food/caffeine we have had and also who is within earshot. We have all been that mother with a clenched jaw and a fixed smile telling our kid "come on now, you're alright" when really we want to screech at them to "stop that crying or there'll be no screens till you're 25".
It's Friday today. The last day of the kids' two weeks holidays and I think it's fair to say that I have reached saturation point when it comes to "quality time" with my darling children. You know you are close to the edge when you hear one of them crying downstairs and rather than wondering if they are ok, you think to yourself "Really? You had to wait till I was in the loo to start crying? Can I seriously not even have a wee in peace? FFS".
Roll on Monday morning school drop off.....
If it was your last day on earth what would you eat?
I think they only get to choose their dinner on death row but I'm going for the full day. Also, I'm not gluten free on death row and I can eat garlic without feeling the need to curl up into a ball of cramps.
Breakfast
Eggs Benedict with spinach and bacon and some Superquinn sausages on the side.
Toast with marmalade with no bits in it.
A never ending pot of tea.
Lunch
Chicken soup with my Granny's wheaten bread and loads of butter.
A giant chocolate eclair from Avoca.
Another never ending pot of tea.
Dinner
Mussels in a white wine & garlic sauce with fresh crusty bread.
Linguine with prawns & clams in a garlic & chilli sauce.
Tarte au Citron with whipped cream.
Whatever I cook for dinner tonight is going to be a disappointment isn't it...
