Woe's Me.......

Being a youngish woman, a mother, a worker, a hausfrau, a friend and a daughter can be extremely demanding. I get up in the morning, usually bleary eyed and look towards the day ahead. There are children to feed and dress, dogs, cats and fish to tend to, then there is myself to ready. Being a single Mum can certainly feel like an enormous task. I guess though its really no more demanding than a normal Mum, especially is she is married to a non helpful variety of pig!!

But here I am pondering what my life has to offer. I have a house, or I should declare, a mortgage, I have a fully paid off car. i can usually pay my bills on time. i really shouldn't complain. But isnt it our nature to do so?

I am sitting by my pc, drinking cask wine, smoking cigarettes, in my trackies I should add! Its FRIDAY NIGHT FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!!!!!!!!! What am I doing????? But alas, my money situation doesn't allow for a fantastic social life. And even if I had the money to go gallivanting around the city, i have two 6am starts this weekend!! Yes, the weekend my children got to their Father's house, I work both Saturday and Sunday, all day.... How's a gal meant to find herself a mate?

Even with my dire situation, I can find a man. Yes, there are plenty of willing, but not always able, men who can step up to the job at hand... And that job being nothing more than amusing me for a few hours.

I have tried the defacto relationship, only to see it die a sad death. Perhaps men and women are better off being alone, and just hooking up now and then? Perhaps I am too set in my ways, unwilling to compromise to the whims to some guy who wants to check out porn on my pc?

Well, enough of my whining, I have a fish tank to clean....Oh and a man coming around later ;) I have a few hours to kill!

The prodigal daughter returns....

I'm drunk...

It has been at least 3 years since my last blog entry. I was under an assumed name. Lots has changed since that fateful day that I decided to delete my last blog page.

I used to love blogging. it was rather cathartic and liberating. It was as if I could debrief my life to the anonymous society. But unfortunately that society was not as anonymous as I thought! Many people that I knew personally recognized me in the words I wrote, and thus created a voyeuristic window into my soul.

None of that matters now. I am back to write another blog. Read it if you will. It is not for your benefit that I write, but for my own. I want to remain as anonymous as possible so i can churn out my deepest and darkest secrets without fear of persecution.

I love to blog.