start where you are

It's not easy sometimes...or much of the time, but really, what else can you do?

This says it all

My receipt from the Museum of Childhood shop :-)

This started out as something else

This was gonna be a 100 word diary post.  But now it's this.  There's been a "movement" in blogland you may have come across, called 'Things I'm Afraid To Tell You.'  Gazillions of bloggers have written posts of that title and linked to each other.  It got some media attention.  It was written about in the Huffington Post and stuff.  I'd been thinking of joining in and writing such a post myself but then I realised that almost everything I post on here is something I'm afraid to say.  Thus rendering said post redundant.  So, without further blether, here's what I was going to post, today's not-100 word diary.  Thanks for reading.

Right now, I need to be kind to myself but I just can’t seem to do it.  I started my day posting the photo above on Facebook but now I just want to give it the finger.  But right now, my fingers are cold and this is gonna be longer than 100 words and I don’t care.  Right now, I’m hungry even though I ate dinner three hours ago.  I had spaghetti with flash fried tomatoes and basil. Right now I think I have very few true friends, but this is one of the things I like to torture myself about when I’m having a bad day.  As well as the fact, yes, I said FACT, that I will be single for the rest of my life.  Some sort of punishment of course.  Wanna prove me wrong?  Knock yourself out.  And just so you know, my kid just drew on his face to make me laugh.  Beat that.           

It's not very clear, but he drew a line down his face, across his eyebrow
and some squiggles on his nose.