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