Hey It's Okay!

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?

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.

Also joining with Diary of a SAHM for IBOT, for the first time!

Hey, It's Okay!

Linking with The Whispering Writer for Hey It's Okay Tuesday!

 

 It's okay:

To avoid Facebook now that's it's changed again. I can't find anything, nothing is in order, and I keep missing important stuff because "Facebook doesn't think I will find it interesting".

To try to attach hastags to everything I type because I've discovered how cool Twitter is. #hashtags = #awesome.

To avoid shifting most of our stuff by having a garage sale and visiting Ikea on our way though the city with the moving truck. SMART.

To really be doing this because I'm sick and tired of my crappy old furniture and it depresses me when I look at lovely houses to rent and then imagine my yukky, seriously second hand, so odd it can't even be called ecclectic furniture in them. Yuk.

To have never visited Ikea but already be addicted to it. I may melt from the excitement of my first visit.

To still be cranky about dog hair in my laundry because $1000 dog has been upgraded to an indoor suite post hip operation.

To get a cleaner because WonderMan is about to go away until the new year... and if I have to do the dishes myself there is no way NO WAY I will be able to cope without some form of help.

To ask the cleaner if she does dishes.

To aboslutely and completely loathe dishes.

To put a dishwasher on my house hunting list.

To consider eating my daily calorie intake as m&m's as long as I don't go over.

To accompany my m&m's with a suitable wine.

To hate people who don't drive according to the road rules. How on earth do 99% of people in this country get their licence?