Honesty is the best policy.

*please read this with the tongue in cheek, it so deserves*

Okay. I suck. I know it.

I hear you.

My posts are big fat downers that everyone is sick of hearing (thank you new troll for pointing that out).

Going off the crazy pills was obviously a bad idea.

I have no life.

The pead told me, in no uncertain terms, that I am neurotic. He is p*ssed off with me because I refused to let the ENT doctor operate on Ivy when she is immune suppressed. That’s okay, paed, I’ll take that on board.



My ‘friend’ told me I was an unmotivated fat slob and that I needed to do something about that. Yes, way to help with my already overinflated ego. Thank you. I am so beautiful, I needed to be knocked down a peg or two.

Clearly I am a terrible, depressed, ugly, lowlife.

So, as of Monday I am going to change.

You all want happy floaty posts?

Done. (Scroll down after this post there is a cute picture of the boy and an equally cute story).

Expect less though because my brain just doesn’t work that way for, oh, 70% of the time.

The paed wants me to shut my yap about my worry and stress for Ivy?

Done, although I still will not agree to the operation.

Sorry ’bout that.

Oh and I won’t go back on the crazy pills.

will bite the bullet and take Ivy and Noah to playgroup, no matter the germs.

will put them in the creche and go to the gym and I will watch what I put in my mouth. God forbid I be a slob (and a fat one at that).

Oh and my neuroses?

Perhaps he will appreciate them a bit more the next time I have to present to A&E. Until then, I will keep them to myself.


Firmly put in my place.

Honesty really is the best policy.

Over and out.