Dear Diary
It has been for-bloody-ever since my last blog.
So much done so little to say.
Despite all my ranting and raving (like the lunatic I have turned into), I had to get my butt out and look for a job.
Yes.
Clearly, hats aren't all I though they were in South Africa yet.
So, now I working for a big agency, 8-6 daily, and that wonderful scourge of the earth, the laptop, ensures that I get a serious wad of after hour and weekend work in as well.
The Princeling has started nursery school, Princess 2 has started primary school and Princess 1 has suddenly popped into this young miss.
My husband lost his job (well - 'sort of' parted ways with his company seeing as they were going downhill as it was) - nothing like not getting paid for 3 months - of one being December, to kick you in the butt.
But there it is.
The mothers are still here, ruling my roost, and my therapist has gone up by R200 since I last saw him 18 months ago! The nerve...does he not understand this expense works even more on my feelings of guilt??? Bastard.
So there.
I will sign up again when I have two minutes to myself. Which seems to be never, really. And we will catch up again.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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