The most deserving entry into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame EVER. I hate random YouTube video blog entries, but if you ever stumble across this, PLEASE watch it. The man is heavenly.

Saturday was the day of my 32nd birthday. I woke up in a bad mood, and feeling like crap, so you can imagine my lovely morning/afternoon. I lay on the sofa feeling sorry for myself for 4 hours, only getting up to feed/water/change The Boy. I eventually got my ass in gear and showered and felt a bit better. My mum came round at 4ish with presents and cards, and then my friend came over with more presents and cards, then we all went for a lovely chinese meal, and my day improved significantly. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better my mum offered to take The Boy overnight, so after cake and candles, off he toddled with his gran and Maureen and I proceeded to drink 4 bottles of wine and get completely smashed.

Yesterday was a non-starter, I slept ALL day, I only got out of bed because Cal was coming home. When he came in, I put his Jammies on him and crawled into his bed with him until he fell asleep, then got up, ate some pizza and drank 45 litres of water, and felt kind of human again. So that’s it over with, 32year old single mum, with a red wine and junkfood fetish . What a catch.

I’ve been so ill this weekend, I think it may be man-flu.   I woke up with a bit of a sore throat on Saturday morning and it got progressively worse throughout the day.  To illustrate the severity of it, i’ll tell you that I spent my Saturday evening drinking ice cold WATER, after unsuccessfully attempting to drink a small glass of merlot.  Yesterday was spent lying on the sofa feeling sorry for myself, trying to force soup down, wincing each time I swallowed.  The Boy was an absolute angel.  He just pottered around the house playing with his toys, reading me stories and playing with his sticker books.  (see photo for evidence)

This morning I woke up  feeling the same, much to my dismay.  I was hoping to sort out The Boy’s room today, but I just was not up for it.  Little Angel boy from yesterday had also disappeared, and was in full on devil-mode by 10am.  2 time outs later and my mum was on her way over to relieve me of him and his hitting/throwing tantrums.  It was actually tiredness more than anything, as he actually asked to go to bed at 11am, which is unlike him.  By the time he woke up he was fine again, but I only had 5 minutes of the new improved happy boy before gran turned up to take him back to her’s to mow the lawn.

Anyway, after a long nap this afternoon I feel slightly better, my head is still thumping, but hopefully the drugs will kick in soon.  I think I’ll be daring and try and eat something that isn’t soup, watch ANTM and have an early night.  I’ll have to get  my backside in gear tomorrow and do something, or I’ll go stir crazy, not to mention my poor child.

Well, he lasted in his big boy’s bed until 3.30am, just as I was falling asleep of course. I heard the thud of 2 tiny size 7 feet on his bedroom floor, then the pitter patter to his door, then it stopped. Silence. It was dark, and he’s never been in the hall on his own in the dark, so must have been a bit scared. I had left my bedroom door wide open, so called a quiet “Callum..” and through he ran, jumped up onto my bed and snuggled down beside me. He whispered “I was like a big boy!” and then “Can I have some bedtime chocolate cake?” before rolling over and falling fast asleep until the morning.

I’ve told him we’re going to buy him things for his big boy bedroom tomorrow, and he seems quite excited about it. I’ll definitely need a nightlight, and I think they do one that sits on a charger in the daytime then is cordless in the evenings, which would be perfect for him as if he did feel the need to come into my bed he could bring it with him.
He’s growing up.

My son is sleeping in his big boy’s bed for the first time ever tonight. On. His. Own. I am a complete bag of nerves. If he stays asleep until I go to bed then he’ll be there until morning, and this is what troubles me greatly. Suddenly his bedroom is full of hidden dangers that almost inevitably mean he’ll kill himself in the few seconds it takes to get out of his bed and into my room when he wakes up. He wasn’t meant to go to into that bed until Saturday night, as we’re going to Ikea to get a new blind, rug, nightlight and other bits to help the transition to being a big boy more exciting for him. Tonight he just was not up for going into his cot, he was overtired, so to avoid a meltdown I put him in the big bed and crawled in beside him until he fell asleep (it took about 3 minutes for him to zonk, the one benefit of no afternoon nap) The main dangers I am panicking about are 1 - The blind. It’s a horrid bamboo thing that is controlled by 2 loops of rope holding the rest of the blind in a roll. Anyone with children knows that loops are just bad news on window blinds, so this distresses me. 2 - The cupboard. We have a large walk in “junk cupboard” in his room that I currently store old PC stuff, the hoover, and random boxes of other stuff that I shouldn’t really have brought when I moved house. I have a lock for this cupboard and the plan was to attach it on Saturday when we do his room. Hoovers have wires. Wires = almost as bad as loops on window blinds. And finally 3 - Wardrobe. Everyone has heard a horror story about a friend of a friend who’s little girl/boy was killed by pulling a wardrobe on top of themselves. The wardrobe in his room is solid, heavy with 3 drawers and double doors. I have visions of him trying to climb on it and the whole thing toppling down on top of him. Again, I have a strap that will attach it to the wall, that job was also pencilled in for Saturday.

So it looks like I’ll either be up all night checking on him, worrying myself silly about countless untold horrors awaiting my precious boy on his awakening, or I’ll be spending my first night in a big boy’s bed too.

This is a quickie… I’m a bit drunk.

BUT.. the most amazing man in the universe and my ALL TIME HERO is coming to Scotland in July, and I have nobody to go with.  My best friend is in Blackpool that week… and nobody else is up for a night in Edinburgh WAHHHH.  I’ve done the whole heavy pressure thing on Katie in the hope she’ll agree to it, but she can’t even sit through a disney film so I’m not holding out much hope.  Fingers crossed she’ll take pity on me and the threat of not going to heaven (I told you I was desperate!!) will make her come through for me.

If I don’t see him this year I fear I’ll never get to see him
xxx

I just can’t shake this bleurgh feeling that I have.  I feel really run down, quite short tempered - even more than usual - and basically, I can’t be bothered doing anything at all.   I think my recent diet (as in food that I’ve been eating rather than a diet in the weightloss sense) has something to do with it.  I’m eating utter rubbish as I can’t be bothered to cook, which then leads to me feeling even worse.  I don’t seem to be hungry when I’m making The Boy’s dinner, so miss out on the healthy nutritious stuff, then when he’s in bed I usually make something quick and of no nutritional value whatsoever, like supernoodles or a cup a soup. (or doritos……)  I went food shopping yesterday in an attempt to fill my fridge with healthy delicious food that would inspire me to eat well, so now I have a fridge full of vegetables and hummus, and haven’t been near the junk cupboard in over 24 hours.  It’s a start.  I’m also back on the diet coke again, which probably isn’t helping.  I weaned myself off it as I was drinking it all day every day, but it’s slowly crept back, and now I’m back at drinking a large bottle over 2 days.  I need to cut that out and start drinking more water too.

Oh what a bundle of joy I am.  I’m cutting this short as I’ve lost interest.  See what I mean???

I’m in such a short tempered moany mood tonight. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I was making caesar salad earlier, and was using the bagged salad leaves. I got myself into such a huge silent strop because I had to tear the lettuce leaves up to make them bite-size. What’s the point in buying a bag of pre-prepared lettuce if you have to go through it and re-do it yourself? I only buy the bags because when I buy a whole lettuce I usually end up throwing most of it out as it’s too much. Family-centric bloody marketing. No wonder I exist on super noodles, cous cous, hummous and pitta breads and cup-a-soups. I was raging for ages about that. Then, when my bacon was ready, I went to get the tongs to get them out of my George Foreman, and the whole utensil pot thing fell over with a huge clatter, spatulas and serving spoons everywhere. Well that was just the end of the world and I ended up kicking - yes kicking - the wall in anger. I have no idea why I got so annoyed, it was outwith my control, I just saw red.

I’ve been reading a great book this week - Heartsick, by Chelsea Cain. I highly recommend it if you like crime fiction. Think Silence of the Lambs meets any Alex Cross book. I finished it tonight (after all the tantrumming) and now have that horrid empty post-good-book-finishing feeling. Another reason for the world to just stop now.

After I finished my book I decided to cheer myself up and watch a romantic comedy. I HATE rom coms, they usually make me want to vomit but I watched Notting Hill a few weeks ago, and now I have these weird compulsions to watch Hugh Grant get the girl. This week, the lucky girl was Drew Barrymore, in Music And Lyrics. All was well until the end when he sang a song for her at a huge sell out concert in Madison Square Gardens, and she stood in the aisle watching him serenade her. There were no security guards in sight, and she just stood in the middle of the aisle for the whole duration of the song. Hello?? FIRE HAZARD. Won’t somebody think of the children????!!!! Aye, so that also annoyed me. Also, whatever possessed me to watch a film where 2 lonely people fall in love and live happily ever after I have no idea. There isn’t anything more depressing.

Anyway, happy weekend! LOL

…he better not have used Somebody.  Either version.

He better not have played Morning Song to her.

That is all.