I'm Dying Mummy!!! Help!!

Last night was the start of many things to signify my boys growing up.

Plainly put, D got a nosebleed. I am one of those peculiar people who has never had a nosebleed. And from the looks of our bathroom/slaughterhouse yesterday circa 8pm, I never want one either.

He was terrified bless him. Screaming at the top of his lungs for me, I knew something was wrong with the way he shouted for me. I bolted up stairs and my son was covered in blood. I inwardly freaked for a split second and realised it was a nosebleed. His little brother was crying to, he hates the sight of blood, which is odd, considering that he is usually the cause of blood in our house.

I maneouvred D to the sink, where a sudden gush made it look like I'd slit a pig's throat in there within seconds. I held his head forward over the sink, with strict instructions to STAY LIKE THAT, and belted down the stairs to phone my mum, and look on nhs direct at the same time.

My mum sounded as if I'd interrupted her nightly tv viewing, which I probably had, but who cares? Emmerdale lost it's appeal to me when I was seven and I realised i couldnt stand it. She told me to look on the internet and let her know how things panned out. (After corrie of course!)

The nhs direct website is fab, it gives you symptoms causes treatments and it's just cool. Very helpful. It told me to pinch D's nose together for 10 minutes to clot the blood and stop it flowing. Then, it told me to make sure he sat upright for the next few hours. Erm, I disagree, NHS. Its nine pm and he will be one tired little boy come 7am when he has to get up for shool. So we missed that bit out. And after twenty minutes of firm gentle reassurance that he merely had a nosebleed and wasn't dying, he went to bed.

The funniest bit of the entire incident was J, using wipes to clean the blood off everything in sight, while sticking his pink little tongue out the side of his mouth, and exclaiming every few minutes 'Blood has germs, we need to clean it up'.

Where the hell did a five year old pick THAT information up????

Next time on Messy Mummy.....

The day the guineapig and rabbit came home and mummy was scared of picking them up....

Lonely Planet

It's pretty lonely in my neck of my woods most of the time. The friends I have made recently are all busy with their own families over the summer and my best friend is spending time with her OH who lives far away from us, so I'll leave them be for the weekend. They don't get much time together.

I'm one of those people that can be lonely in a crowded room. I could sit in Wembley Stadium and not say a single real thing to a single person. I can converse quite well, in fact I never shut up. But running quietly under the jibber jabber, like a Ferrari engine waiting for it's gas to be depressed, my actual voice sits silent. Everybody seems to ask, hey are you okay? They don't want a real answer. What they are actually saying to you is don't load me with your issues, be fine, and everything will carry on as usual. British stiff upper lip and all that.

Well this British stiff upper lip is beginning to grate a bit. I have counted the last real thing I said to someone. It was my best friend. I won't tell you what I said. TMI and stuff. But that was a few days ago. I haven't seen any other friends in person for months and I feel so isolated. I have a window next to the computer that looks out onto the main drag. Oh. that sounds all industrial, but it's nice honestly. Mature trees and plants, plenty of people going about their lives.

And me. Sat here listening to my 45GB of Itunes music, with my life stuck on Pause, until 21st September at the very earliest, when I start Year 2 of my degree. I must be the worst student in the world because i literally CAN'T.WAIT to start back.

Someone save me from drowning in my sea of silence.

That's Almost All, Folks!!!

Well, today was the first exam. It went so much better than I'd hoped. Actually, and I'll probably fail now I say this, but it was EASY! I rambled on for eight pages easy. The hard bit was counting the ceiling tiles with 30 minutes to go and not letting the examiner know I was doing it lol. Then my classmate made me almost giggle out loud when she had to stick down the flap with her signature on. She licked it and flailed about a tiny bit because (she said later) it tasted nasty!

One down, one to go. Politics. That's going to be the fun one. NOT!!

I realised yesterday that the module I've chosen to do in September has now been rewritten to include no exam. HA! Ha! NO exams next year. YAY!!! But I really need to knuckle down in September. Laze about this summer then crack on with coursework properly next year. First years have it so easy. I didn't think that when I was one but in hindsight its dead on. I shall be nice to the year below us though, they'll have the deer in headlights look most of us had this time last year. A friendly face who kinda sorta maybe knows what they're on about will help lol.

Ooh summer. Time to start thinking how much lazing about I can do and get away with it! I can play on the trampoline all day long, watch TV, read books, or do nothing at all. The kids don't finish school while end of July, so I have May June and most of July to myself all day between 9 and 3. What a fascinating thought.

Snot fair. How can the sky have so much water left in it?!! I want it to be summer already. I have decided that pale is too pale. I look ill most summers, so I have indulged and bought a bottle of the gradual tanner moisturiser. It's okay I suppose. No one will ever mistake me for a sexy Spanish senorita but at least now I don't look like Ive escaped from my coffin!

Oh no, ten to seven, time to get kids beds sorted. One wet his bed last night so sheets are in the dryer. And I hate bunk beds. The spawn of Satan to make a bed. Ufff.

Ive Joined Summat Fun!!

Ive joined the secret post club! I love getting post and so I saw this while surfing. Looking forward to doing the first one!

Thanks to http://notesfromlapland.blogspot.com/

Quarter Of A Century

Well, I finally found time to blog. Life has been mad what with uni, reading, lectures, essays, and the house and kids. Mr Sunshine has decided to make a welcome appearance today. It must have been ordered specially for today. My quarter-century.

When you say it like that, it seems a long time. Ancient. Dragging up an image of a wrinkly old crone, like Macbeth's witches, dragging a leg, and cackling along to herself. You wont be far wrong! Apart from the draggy leg, and wrinkles, tht's exactly what I feel like. Old. Past-it. Well what a shelf-life I've had! I've been through more than most people at my age could imagine. I survived it too, which is more of a surprise!

All joking aside, I don't feel old, but I don't feel young either. I feel ageless. I still think and move and feel along the same track as I did at 17. Some of my thoughts are more mature, and add in the stretchy tummy that I can tuck in my jeans. But roughly the same.  I took a long trip down memory lane last night with the aid of Wikipedia and music downloads. Some of the songs I remember from being little were from the 80's. Jesus Christ. I survived the 80's 90's and the Noughties.

I've been feeling a bit depressed lately, probably to do with turning 25, and being at the stage of life I'm at. NO man, but to be prefectly frank, I don't want one. I'm not saying never, just not right now. Or for the foreseeable future. To say i'm an academic, my sentence structure could use some work!

I have had plenty of birthday messages and my family came down the other night to give me cards and stuff, but being alone save for your kids on your birthday is a bit depressing. I have to remind them to say Happy Birthday because they're too young to realise i'd like them to say it in the morning.

And I'm slightly teary. Repeat after me: I dont need a man, even to say happy birthday to me.  Repeat until I dont care anymore. This could take a while.

I have a politics lecture later, which by the way should be illegal on birthdays. I'm glad the sun's out because if it wasn't I know I'd be feeling much more down. My moods are interlocked with the weather. The snow made me sink low. I had to drag myself out of the funk it put me in all alone. No big deal, I've done it before. More than likely at some later point in my life, I'll have to do it again.

I think because I'm avoiding my reading for politics, and it IS my birthday after all, I will take the next few hours to myself and watch Tv from the 90's. Cybill, Roseanne, Friends. Entertainment was different then. Bitter, dark, but real. Just like me at times.

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday dear meeee, Happy Birthday to me!

Well noone else is going to sing it are they? So I might as well.

Oh, by the way, this is what i want for my gift. No substitutes will be accepted lol. Has anyone been watching Glee? It makes me have wrongful thoughts about someone who's supposed to be 17/18.