Phew...I thought for a minute @Bigbluebox was calling me a fibberYes it was the film Porkys
Phew...I thought for a minute @Bigbluebox was calling me a fibberYes it was the film Porkys
She also took Sunday off the lazy mare. Get to work! Time is money!She can’t take today off she has Thursdays off maybe she’s confused as to what day it is?
I really need to start reading my posts before posting you trolls speak the same language though right? You can understand me right?Kate to the partay... Did anyone see they were actually watchings bake off from a few weka ago? I'd know her mines quiches anywhere
Moved in with mummy to get bitty, she's demand feeding don't you knowAll these excessive pre records and lack of content. Anyone else really starting to feel like maybe she’s not home... genuinely. Like is she away - not on holiday as such but just not at her house. I don’t know. I can’t really figure it out but something hasn’t been right with her content since we went into lockdown. And we’ve all noticed it so I can’t be going mad.
Feeds like a newborn does our SophMoved in with mummy to get bitty, she's demand feeding don't you know
My frilly ones had plastic backs for that reason too lol.the joys, I dont miss that stage.i dk miss the slobby kisses though some reasonMy son dribbled so much he couldn’t wear anything but the plastic backed ones
my heart goes out to you. I have a very close relative who is a full time carer for her disabled daughter and I know how hard the struggle is. Don't apologize for ranting because not one of us here would ever not listen to you. Just shout up if you need to talk. XxI think what has done it for me, like so many others, is her compete inability to think about anyone else.
Currently sat watching a breathing monitor keeping my husband alive. (At home, I do this every night because I love him).
I was up at 4.45am today sorting out his breathing. I had the absolute joy of his wonderful carer coming in first thing to sort his needs, and I had a few hours off. I am
SO lucky to have that little break, and I value it every single day.
Since then I have dog walked, cleaned (actual cleaning, yanno..... with disinfectant and stuff; to help keep my husband alive)
Oh and then I have a business to run.
And then my husband to look after. And then he needs drinks, toileting and feeding. And then dinner and clearing up after dinner. And settling him for the night.
I’ve been up for hours. I haven’t even managed a shower today. I look like tit, I am utterly broken. I’m having a bleeping huge g&t and a fag: because I deserve it.
I’m done with this tit. Read the bleeping room.
Sorry for the rant. I’m just.... well, yanno
Thank you lovely person in my phone.my heart goes out to you. I have a very close relative who is a full time carer for her disabled daughter and I know how hard the struggle is. Don't apologize for ranting because not one of us here would ever not listen to you. Just shout up if you need to talk. Xx
My situation is not too dissimilar to yours my friend. So when I see someone getting 'stressed' about Christmas, writing lists to make everything better (why didn't I think of that) and playing dressy up dollies in a life size dolls house, it's fair to say it pisses me off. I certainly don't need 'you got this' patronising shite from a little girl. I do 'got this' and it sounds like you do too. Cos we bleeping have to. Enjoy your fagI think what has done it for me, like so many others, is her compete inability to think about anyone else.
Currently sat watching a breathing monitor keeping my husband alive. (At home, I do this every night because I love him).
I was up at 4.45am today sorting out his breathing. I had the absolute joy of his wonderful carer coming in first thing to sort his needs, and I had a few hours off. I am
SO lucky to have that little break, and I value it every single day.
Since then I have dog walked, cleaned (actual cleaning, yanno..... with disinfectant and stuff; to help keep my husband alive)
Oh and then I have a business to run.
And then my husband to look after. And then he needs drinks, toileting and feeding. And then dinner and clearing up after dinner. And settling him for the night.
I’ve been up for hours. I haven’t even managed a shower today. I look like tit, I am utterly broken. I’m having a bleeping huge g&t and a fag: because I deserve it.
I’m done with this tit. Read the bleeping room.
Sorry for the rant. I’m just.... well, yanno
Well well well....we can certainly see where she gets her nastiness from....what a dreadful write up from a very over inflated ego of a person was that??Guys, I am not too sure if this has been posted....as you feel good DomDom
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