Seriously glad I have HIOKTuesday to keep me occupied today, because there are so many things to be said, so jumbled and messy in my head, and that's not even including the things I'm not allowed to say at the moment....
SO a very big virtual thankyou hug goes out to Amber @ Airing My Dirty Laundry for Hey It's Okay Tuesday!
I love her because she named her daughter Natalie. Could she have any more style?
I love her because she named her daughter Natalie. Could she have any more style?
Today I'm struggling to be okay about anything much.
So #1 on the list today:
It's okay to order a third mocha because everyone knows great coffee is essential to great blogging.
It's okay to keep justifying my mocha obsession this way because it means I get to my free coffee quicker. And then I can tell WonderMan it was FREE. Which is not technically a lie.
It's okay to go out claiming I have done housework, even if all I have done is made the beds.
It's okay to do all the rest of the housework at 9pm tonight because I have a rental inspection tomorrow.
And it's definitely okay to justify this by claiming the kids would have messed it up anyway.
It's okay to be dreaming of packing boxes and moving trucks, and foreign countries with better shopping. It makes a change from drive by shootings and petrol bombs....
It's okay to wonder if it really is necessary to finish the year in this god forsaken hick town.
And it's probably okay to question the logic of it being "better for the kids", or more stable, or whatever stupid thing we said to make the decision seem right.
It's okay to want to shout at everyone because I've done what's bloody right, and what needed to be done for the safety of the most innocent of lives.
And right now it's okay to be petrified to be out of my house, but to be here anyway because I WILL NOT allow anyone to threaten me.
It's okay to snigger at the girl who took my old job because she seems to think white tracksuits with chandelier earrings are the height of fashion...
It's definitely okay to do this while standing behind her in line to order my third mocha.
In fact, I don't really care if it's okay or not, I don't like her.
And I'm okay with that too.
