1. Since running and working out with my new, maniacally-active [seriously, I think he must be on crack], personal trainer, I have lost 5 kilos of fat. Don’t ask me where, I was too busy sweating to notice. I am also starting to see the reappearance of muscles I had forgotten I possessed, such as my abs.
“Oh hi, Abs, how are you? I haven’t seen you chaps in ages.”
“Hi. Yep, we’ve been here all the time, just, you know, kind of hanging out, not doing much. But we’re back in work now, fully employed in fact, so yeah, thought we’d better make an appearance.”
“Well, good. You look great. Nice to see you. Take care.”
“You, too. And remember, do us a favour and steer clear of the M&Ms, k?”
2. I’m beginning to think that relationship counselling should be compulsory for every couple with a small child. Especially their first. Having a baby changes the dynamic of a relationship (not to mention the woman’s body and consequently often her self-esteem and libido) dramatically – add to that the effects of sleep deprivation and the guilt/blame cycle any time an accident happens to the child [which it will, inevitably: they will fall and injure themselves or scald themselves or trap themselves in the cattlegrid… or maybe that was just me?].
So, I know its incredibly difficult. And I know some men are worse than bloody useless [Piereth, if you’re reading this, we both know who!] but if I have to hear one more woman complain about her perfectly nice partner, I swear I’ll punch them on the nose.
I’m single and believe me, love, the grass ain’t any greener or more likely to be mown without a week of nagging when one lives alone.
3. I need to book SO many appointments when I get paid next week. A haircut, a massage/physio session, an eyelash tint (applying mascara to darken blonde eyelashes every day is far too much hassle) and IPL (similarly, shaving or waxing is far too much bother, so I am getting it gone permanently… this may count as TMI), a dental hygienist visit and a follow up with my dermatologist are all long overdue. I basically need to take a week off work to sort out the various parts of me that need maintenance.
Sometimes I think longingly of dropping out and going to live in the desert on locusts and wild honey.
Well, okay, maybe not the desert, and maybe not locusts, but definitely a community farm in the South of France. 😉
4. I seem to have a recurring itch in the corner of my right eye. Can’t see a rogue eyelash in there so its probably just due to stress and tiredness. Whatever, its driving me nuts.