Moving House or Making a Home

For one reason or another, a house that really wasn’t suitable for people living in it, the birth of my son, hurting my back and not being able to pay the bills, in the space of nearly 5 years, I have moved 5 times.
You’d think it would get easier, it hasn’t. It takes a lot of planning in moving house. Addresses at the bank have to be changed, utilities have to be changed over. The list goes on. I’m hoping this is the last time for awhile, at least until the monster goes to school, that we have to do it.
My main problem is that none of those places felt like home. I moved in with my partner and while we painted there. It had so many problems. Leaky roofs and a housemate that didn’t know the cleaning power of soap. Then we moved, the next house was better, it had a garden and a beautiful kitchen. Unfortunately the landlady didn’t want us to decorate, so it still felt a transition place. In the next place I hurt my back and everything got on top of us.
Then we moved in with my mum. Now before anyone says poor woman, it sucks moving back in with family. While that is true, my mum is awesome and it was nice spending extra time with her.
Now we have this place. Cheap to rent, quite small but perfect for what we need, clean and fresh and a landlord whose okay with decorating. I love it. This is the one that’s going to be home.


Interesting Pictures

Today has been an interesting day. It signified my last appointment, barring Monday at the hospital. That in itself isn’t very interesting. The interesting thing is the picture the Doctor showed me.
It was my spine. It’s the part of the body you generally don’t think about. It’s there and it does a job that most people take for granted. Until you hurt it.
About a year ago I hurt my back. I thought it was a badly pulled muscle. It turned out to be a ruptured disc. It’s actually only a small rupture but the small ones usually hurt the most. Well that’s what the doctor said. The way it ruptures creates a snowball effect where the pain radiates from the one spot.

It’s amazing to see a part of your body you generally don’t see. It’s also amazing how the body works.

I really wish they could have let me keep the picture.


What a Way to Start the Day

What a Way to Start the Day.

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My Life

Being Strict

Since becoming a mum I’ve had to become quite strict. I’m still a fun mum, or at least I like to think so. It’s the things that I’ve learnt from becoming a mum that has helped me become a more disciplined writer.

I’ve had to become stricter with myself. I know that to become a better writer I need to be strict. Take tonight for instance I know that I have deadlines to hit. Usually I can be found upstairs in my bedroom writing. There are a lot of distractions upstairs, tv and my other half for instance. SO I picked up my headphones and decided to sit down at the table in the living room. Okay, I can now see outside and it’s pissing down with rain but I’m still more focused. I now just wish that the television behind me would be turned down.

Guess we can’t have everything.

My Life

The Little Monster

I have a son, a little monster who’ll be three in November. I think he’s amazing but I could be biased. In a few months we’ll find out if he’s gotten into the nursery I want him in. He goes every week on a friday and he loves it. He loves playing with other kids and playing in general. His dad put up a tent in the back garden a couple of days ago to air it out and then the monster decided to run circles around it. He’s incredibly activite and is always doing something. Just watching him makes me feel tired but thankfully there are days when he likes to be still. Usually when he has food in front of him or when he’s watching TV.

He’s changing every day and its incredible to watch and help him learn.

My Life

A Lack Of Sleep or Looking on the Bright Side.

I remember what I wrote for my author’s bio two years ago. It mentioned that my life was a huge juggling act and I could survive on little sleep. Wow, how the times have changed. I’m slowly creeping up to being 30, it hardly seems true, I don’t feel like 28, I don’t feel any age really.
The biggest change is the fact I need sleep. I need about eight hours to be able to function like a human being.
Example of my shitty mood. If somebody pisses me off today I’m going to pull off their face and use it like a drum.
I think I was mostly inspired by the ‘zombie’ events happening in the US when I wrote that. The thing is I’m the nicest person usually. I don’t get into fights, I respect others and I’m polite. If I have too little sleep? Well it’s a completely different ballgame. I’m like Linda Blair off of the exocist without the swearing and the 360 degrees head spin. Well, maybe the head spin.

I’ve been busy, busy to the point where I’m not sleeping very well. I look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge and then stamped on a few times. So it’s a mixture of just trying to do freelance work, my actual writing and looking after the monster. The monster is now 2 and I’m pretty sure we’ve entered the terrible twos.

His favourite word? No mommy.

The second? Fix it mommy.

The old favourite? What you doing mummy?

I love my son, I think he’s awesome and I wouldn’t change him for all the tea in china. I just wish he had a mute button or he still had afternoon naps. That would be heavenly.

The next thing impairing my sleeping pattern? Well, that would be my back. I’ve found out that it’s a small rupture on one of the discs in my back. It mucks up my sleeping pattern, I can’t randomingly dance whenever I want, it’s had a knock on effect on everything and I really like to dance.

I just have to look on the bright side. The project I’m currently working on is finishing soon. Then I won’t take a project like it again, it’s just too much work for so little reward. Then the steampunk is due the week after, I can’t tell you how happy I am with it. I think that it’s some of my best work. Then I’m off to the pain clinic, because my back isn’t as serious as first thought, though it still hurts like a bitch I don’t have to have surgery on it, which is a bonus.

So I’m going to look on the bright side, because if I don’t. I’d be rocking in the corner and that wouldn’t be helping anyone.