Laziness and procrastination

I hate being lazy, I really do. I'd love to wake up one day with all the motivation to do everything I want to do and no sign of procrastination anywhere.

Then again I'd also love a genie and 3 wishes.

Dreams are free.

Right now I'm procrastinating from doing housework, some of which NEEDS doing and has needed doing for a little while. I hate the dishes, I wash them and I get mad eczema on my hands. I wash them wearing gloves and I still get eczema. My arms cramp up from the bench being the wrong height, my hips kill me from standing for so long. Dishes are my arch nemesis.
And yet I'm left to do them all. The. Time. Thanks a bunch honey.

I have a house inspection tomorrow and I have more things on my checklist that require doing than have been ticked off. Big big jobs like mowing the lawns are thankfully crossed off the list, smaller jobs like wiping the stove and cleaning the oven are still waiting.
I'd love to mop the floors and wipe the windows, anything so I don't have to wash these fucking dishes but both the floor cleaner and the window cleaner are locked up tight in the garage, a garage that is practically impossible for me to get into. In that regard, I'm screwed.

I want to make something nice and tasty for lunch. 2 problems, I have nothing to cook whatever I want for lunch in and our cupboards are very near bare. Shopping tonight, but that doesn't help me now.

I'm feeling very blah at the moment. Money worries are winding me up tight. I haven't been able to take my PND meds for a few days because of the weekend and the problem of having no money to be able to pay the doc, no money to be able to pay for the prescription and no transport to be able to get to either. I'm on the verge of tearing my hair out and sitting in the corner rocking back and forth laughing maniacally. I hate money troubles.

I have a feeling that the persistent dizziness over the last few days is because I'm in withdrawals from my happy pills. It's definitely odd being slightly dizzy all the time.

Backseat birth

This is a lovely story about an unexpected birth in the backseat of a car. Back Seat Birth  and so quick!

What shits me about this article is the language used. Take this for example:

''I was in the front seat and I had to get into the back seat. The most important thing was that my back was flat.''

What the heck? Who on earth told her that your back has to be flat during birth? Actually It makes things harder since you're technically pushing that baby uphill to get it out of the pelvis!

" I knew that Ryan could see the head and he told me to push. Once I did that it was all over with pretty quickly."

It's pretty clear that this was an unassisted birth since it was in the back of a car so WHY did she need to be told when to push? I know I didn't need telling when to push, in fact they tried getting me to NOT push because I had a lip of cervix left. It's kind of obvious that the woman in this story didn't have that. 

Why oh why are these attitudes so prevalent? She birthed her baby, her husband didn't deliver it.

At least there's nothing in the article about shoelaces.

Mother Bother

I dont even know why I try helping my mother. Honestly. I moved out of her house so she wouldnt be able to drive me bonkers, and she's doing it from a distance anyway!
So she's supposed to be giving up smoking. She's using the patches and the lozenges and all that, but she picks and chooses when she wants to use them! I thought that if you were going to try quit smoking, you would actually try, rather than make a token attempt then decide it's too hard!
She cant feed herself properly. She has absolutely no idea on what makes a good diet, she never has known. Her excuse, she cant be bothered only cooking for one person. Oh boo hoo! Hell, when I was living with her she could barely be bothered cooking for 2 people! I ended up doing most of the cooking just so it a) had some flavour and b) so there were actually some vegetables! She acts like she's allergic to vegetables, when I know for a fact shes not. She has absolutely no idea on how to feed her cat either. Oh, I've run out of cat food, lets feed the cat a lasagne topper, at least it will make him stop bugging me for food.

GRRRRR!!! She fucks me off so much because she is just so CLUELESS!
I hate feeling more mature than her. I'm 19 FFS. She's 47. I've been feeling more mature than her since I was 15!

I seriously dont know how to deal with her, because she parades all her shit in front of me, and I'm such a softie at heart that I cant help but try to help her, when all that does is fuck me off MORE!

I try not to visit her too often anymore because her whole attitude gets on my nerves. She complains she doesnt have anything to do when her house looks like a pigsty most of the time. She sleeps all day, and her personal hygiene leaves a lot to be desired. I just get fed up with all her shit. I am VERY glad I dont live with her anymore, otherwise I would have gone completely mental months ago.



Ok, I'm over it. No more helping my mum. She needs to learn how to stand on her own two feet rather than having eneryone pick her up all the time.


(Sorry guys, just really needed to get that out)