I’ve decided I need to make some positive changes in my life. To become a less miserable cow. I’m too young (34) to feel this old. So in the spirit of resolutions… (albeit a week early!) Do some form of exercise daily. I don’t have to run six miles before breakfast, but some form of physical… Continue reading Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
A few weeks ago, someone asked me if I was ok, because they hadn’t seen me post anything on Facebook recently. (Something tragic must have happened…??) There are a number of reasons why I’ve hit the 😦 emoji on Facebook: People that gush about their wonderful spouse/partner. That’s never going to end well. Although it’s… Continue reading Two-Facedbook
I am a miserable cow. I am to my husband. I am to my children. I work full time. I travel long hours (today I did anyway). I’m tired when I get home at night. I’m cranky when I do the morning school and work run. I’m grateful for bed time. Theirs and mine. I… Continue reading Is it bed-time yet?
that miserable cow 