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  • Hi Sorry I Haven’t Texted Back

    “Hi. Sorry I haven’t texted you back. I̶’̶v̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶a̶n̶x̶i̶o̶u̶s̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶d̶e̶p̶r̶e̶s̶s̶e̶d̶.

    I haven’t had time to catch my breath, you know how life gets. I̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶d̶r̶a̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶’̶t̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶c̶o̶l̶l̶e̶c̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶n̶e̶r̶g̶y̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶s̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶n̶i̶a̶l̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶a̶s̶k̶s̶,̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶e̶x̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶d̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶i̶n̶k̶.̶

    The weather has been beautiful right? Y̶e̶s̶t̶e̶r̶d̶a̶y̶ ̶I̶ ̶f̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶f̶ ̶a̶ ̶p̶a̶n̶i̶c̶ ̶a̶t̶t̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶d̶r̶i̶v̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶u̶l̶l̶ ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶v̶i̶s̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶b̶l̶u̶r̶r̶e̶d̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶f̶o̶c̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶b̶l̶u̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶k̶y̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶n̶’̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶h̶a̶i̶r̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶r̶e̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶y̶s̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶l̶e̶e̶p̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶I̶ ̶t̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶u̶n̶c̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶b̶e̶h̶i̶n̶d̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶t̶a̶n̶g̶i̶b̶l̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶a̶c̶c̶e̶p̶t̶ ̶a̶s̶ ̶v̶a̶l̶i̶d̶.̶

    How are you? I hope well. Let’s get dinner soon!”
    —instagram.com/thealiciacook

    artwork by instagram.com/nightmerss

  • Doctors Receptionist Gets The Best Reply

    There is nothing worse than a Doctor’s Receptionist who insists you tell her what is wrong with you in a room full of other patients, you know the ones the people who think just because they work with doctors that makes them qualified to diagnose us.

    I know most of us have experienced this, and I love the way this guy handled it.

    A 65-year-old man walked into a crowded waiting room and approached the desk.

    The Receptionist said, ‘Yes sir, what are you seeing the Doctor for today?’

    ‘There’s something wrong with my dick’, he replied.

    The receptionist became irritated and said, ‘You shouldn’t come into a crowded waiting room and say things like that. ‘

    ‘Why not, you asked me what was wrong and I told you,’ he said.

    The Receptionist replied; ‘Now you’ve caused some embarrassment in this room full of people. You should have said there is something wrong with your ear or something and discussed the problem further with the Doctor in private.’

    The man replied, ‘You shouldn’t ask people questions in a roomful of strangers, if the answer could embarrass anyone. The man walked out, waited several minutes, and then re-entered.

    The Receptionist smiled smugly and asked, ‘Yes??’

    ‘There’s something wrong with my ear,’ he stated.

    The Receptionist nodded approvingly and smiled, knowing he had taken her advice.. ‘And what is wrong with your ear, Sir?’

    ‘I can’t piss out of it,’ he replied.

    The waiting room erupted in laughter…

    Mess with seniors, and you’re going to lose….(yep, sure are) 😉

     

     

     

  • If You Don’t RSVP To Parties You Are A Dick

    If you don’t rsvp to parties you are a dick

    We live in a time when we are often busy, many of us drop off our children and rush off to work or running around after the toddler at home, I myself never seem to get a break and am forever running around after everyone else.

    So you collect your child from school after a hectic day and are handed a pile of school letters, leaflets and a party invite.

    Now what you should do is open the invite check the date and see if you and your child are available and fill out the reply slip or send a simple text to the worried party organising mum to let her know if your child will be able to attend.

    Personally I feel you should attend as many of these parties as possible, this child is hoping his or her friends will make their birthday special and would be devastated if no one attended and it’s been on social media and in the tabloids that a number of children have had the heart-break of no one turning up, can you imagine if that were your child and how that would make them feel.

    If for whatever reason you are unable to attend let them know as soon as you can, many parties require a deposit for each child invited, so if your son or daughter can’t go they may be able to fill the spot and invite another child.

    There is nothing worse than planning a party say at a zoo or play centre and having to pay for a child who doesn’t attend.

    I mean come on folks we live on our phones, how long does it really take to send a text, if you ignore the invite or just bin it and don’t rsvp then you my dear are a dick!

    You may like to read: http://mums-advice-old-copy.local/no-one-turned-up-to-his-birthday-party/

     

     

  • I Suck At Being A Friend Right Now

    It’s early in the morning. My husband has left for work and the kids are still sleeping. I sit down with a cup of coffee in front of my computer in my quiet, still kitchen to try and steal a moment to myself.

    I scan my inbox, quickly deleting junk mail and silently reminding myself to pay bills later.


    Then I see it. An old friend has emailed me a funny picture of us from when we were much younger.


    “How are you?? Remember this day? So much fun!” She says.


    I stare at the smiling faces looking back at me. We’re laughing about something – relaxed and happy. We were connected then. An unbreakable bond of friendship.


    Now, we only talk every few months, mainly because emails like this often get forgotten by me. I feel guilt wash over me as I look at the date on the email. Sent two weeks ago. Like many emails I get, I read them while I’m on the go – thinking to myself “I’ll respond as soon as I get home”. And then life takes over.


    As parents of young kids, it feels like there’s a constant conveyor belt of things that have to get done. If we’re not getting children changed, dressed or fed, we’re getting ourselves ready for work, running errands, taking kids to appointments, activities, birthday parties. Even in the summer, when we try to keep things as unscheduled as possible, there are always things that I have (and want) to do. Quality family time, making dinner, bathing children, reading stories, asking about their day.


    Then there’s the exhaustion at the end of the day. The baby is teething, so we’re not sleeping. Or there’s another ear infection. There’s the non-stop juggling of time. Time with the kids. With our partners. With our extended families. All of this on top of the task of shaping young lives. Raising little girls to be women and boys to be men – a full-time job on its own.


    Before long, it’s not just unanswered emails I’m bad at. When I do manage to carve out time to see friends, it has to be on my schedule. “Can you come to my place after the kids are asleep?” “Can we go somewhere close to me so I can still help get the kids to bed?”


    And when we do get together, it’s not long before I find myself yawning at 10 at night – yearning for my bed, even though we used to be able to stay up until the wee hours of the morning, chatting and laughing over several glasses of wine.


    I’ve changed. And I want to acknowledge it.


    I know I suck at being a good friend right now. But I promise it’s not forever. I’m in the weeds. I’m knee-deep in parenting little kids who need me for pretty much everything right now. But this stage in life – it doesn’t last forever.


    They quickly grow up and need us less. They learn to tie shoes one day. They make their own breakfasts. They finally wipe their own bums.


    And as unglamorous as it sounds, I want to hold onto it. Because the good stuff will go quickly too. I want to remember their little voices. The shape of their adorable toddler bellies. I want to soak up this time when they think I’m the best, most fun and hilarious human that ever graced the earth.


    When they start to grow, I will have time on my hands. I’ll eventually learn how to balance it better. I’ll eventually be sleeping long, long stretches at night. And then, I promise, I will be the good friend I want to be. The good friend I still am.


    Because I’m still here. I’m still me. And I still value our friendship – so I’m going to respond to that email.


    If you can hang on, I promise I’ll see you soon.