Growing a set!

I have had a chat with myself, this is something I do often, and I have come to realise that I am all smoke and piss. I have written 100 blog posts and deleted them again. It is like my own counseling service to myself. So, I have bit the bullet and published one of my blogs on the Special Hands website. I am now, sitting in my kitchen, convinced these people will think I am a self indulgent weirdo and never speak to me again.

So, I have made a promise to myself. I am going to publish the blog posts I write from now on and not delete them. Maybe someone out there will read one and it will help or make someone laugh.

I can be pretty funny, I've been known to make people snort ! I love art and music, both seem to sooth my soul. I can sing, actually, properly sing. I love singing but I rarely do it in public any more, unless there is a karaoke machine and a bottle of vodka, then that mic is mine! I lurv makeup, its my buddy. I use to be a makeup artist, I was pretty good too, I am great at face painting. kids, adults etc. Just not the prosthetic. I don't want to make anyone look like their face has been zipped open!! Halloween is a big thing in this house, solely for the face painting. In the winter I crochet blankets, there is nothing better than making the blanket you are lying under. In the summer I complain about being too fat, I am on a permanent diet, none of which ever work. I have three children who I adore but they drive me demented. They wreak my house, they wreak my head, they would break concrete, but, as they are getting older I have finally had the epiphany that they are getting older. Where once it was all holding hands and prams, the older two don't want to see me from one end of the day to the next, unless I am delivering food. As I type this the two year old is giving out because I haven't let her peel the wall paper off the wall, the eight year old is crying in the sitting room because her daddy went to work and the seven year old is in the shower sulking because I asked her to wash herself, oh and the dog is hiding outside. I may join him.

Till next time
Ax