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I could cry, I really could. I flick through Instagram before I go to sleep as a bit of mindless distraction, but all the Christmas hype is too much at the moment. I probably follow the wrong people - those with seemingly perfect lives, a beautiful house, perfect children, those that appear to really have it all. She now has four (FOUR?!?) Christmas trees, all beautifully adorned, while there are people out there without a pot to p*** in. There’s a pandemic and people are dying all over the place. I mean rein it in people! The world does not need it rubbed in their faces just now. Hunter and Heels, Come Down to the Woods, Just a Little Build - all you lot - you seem to exist to make the rest of us feel woefully inadequate. As it happens, I’m a hospital doctor, I have a steady income, my position could be worse, but I’m a single mum, have massive student debts, no family support and am working almost every day from now until Christmas. I don’t know if I’ll even manage to get a bloody Christmas tree, let alone decorate it this year. The kids are fed, clothed, and relatively happy. They’re delighted with their paper advent calendars. Did anyone buy me some glamorous, £300 advent calendar? Did they f***. I am exhausted and broken. I have 1 clean pair of knickers left for tomorrow, a pile of washing bigger than Vesuvius, a heap of unwashed dishes and my house looks like a shit tip. But I have aspirations. I WANT to have the perfect home, the beautifully dressed matching children... but it just isn’t achievable and it is making me miserable. Comparing ourselves to others is just not healthy. But why do we do it to ourselves?! It’s addictive, it’s dangerous, and it’s just not right.

Well look who I saw yesterday! And my oh my what an eye opening experience
Let me tell you, they are not a happily married couple. LA spent the day sulking around with a face on her like a slapped arse. She looked seriously pissed off having to spend time with her family at the farm. She didn’t interact with Chris once. They didn’t speak to each other, didn’t look at each other, and didn’t even sit or stand next to each other. Although I did see Chris look up at her several times with a look of disgust on his face. Definitely something going on there. They were like strangers rather than a married couple. Chris spent the day running after all 3 boys, while LA walked about aimlessly, or sat alone, and was on her phone constantly. It was sad to see actually. Her youngest kept trying to get her attention and was clearly excited by everything going on, and not once did she even acknowledge the wee boy or share in his delight Chris looked like he was flustered, he was looking after all 3 boys on his own, and they were all running different directions, meanwhile LA was scrolling on her phone. At one stage the youngest one ran off and they didn’t know where he was. Again Chris was running around looking for him and LA just stood there. It was another mum who pointed out where he was. I know everything she posts on Instagram is a highlight and probably staged, but I was truly shocked watching her yesterday. She reminded me of a teenager who was dragged to a family day out that didn’t want to be there. On a side note, the boys seemed pleasant and well behaved. I think I’m going to have to join my nieces and nephews for days out more often after yesterdays sighting

Imagine telling hubby you’re taking him abroad for his 40th birthday….
Expectations: romantic adults holiday spent soaking up the sun, making memories, enjoying each others company
Reality: gifted holiday she didn’t pay a penny for, chasing after wife with a camera, watching her eye fuck herself and not you, and all your luggage allowance was used by wife to accommodate all her ridiculous outfits and accessories, meanwhile you’re turning your briefs inside out because there wasn’t enough room to pack more than 3 pairs
Happy 40th Chris

Heidi88 said:

Marksies? Who the hell calls Marks and Spencers Marksies.

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Feel like it’s quite common in NI to hear it referred to as Marksies.