Who put that trench there? Oh yes, me.

I didn't have a great relationship with my dad so retelling my memories of him allows me to see the funny side of each situation, even though it wasn't funny at the time, it was embarrassing. He was an emotionally abusive alcoholic but when he was sober he was a great great guy so by writing these … Continue reading Who put that trench there? Oh yes, me.

Im lost but I think I see a KFC…

Series about my dad, who was an alcoholic, but I loved very much, continued… There was one incident where we got a frantic call at around 3pm in the afternoon on a Saturday, it’s my dad. “I’m lost, can you come and fetch me”, err “Ok sure dad, where are you?”. “I don’t know, but … Continue reading Im lost but I think I see a KFC…

Who needs phone lines anyway?

So as I've mentioned before, my dad drank a lot during my life. One Christmas day something funny happened, well it was funny for us anyways, and only after the fact not when it happened. I somehow don't think the neighbors found it funny though, shame it must have been torture having us for neighbors, … Continue reading Who needs phone lines anyway?

Alcohol ruined my life (full stop).

Living with depression is hard. To try and explain it to others who have never experienced the chest pains and the pounding heart and the overwhelming need to cry is, well hard. When you have depression everything is hard, from talking to your partner, taking care of your children, heck even being in the store … Continue reading Alcohol ruined my life (full stop).

If my dishwasher divorces me it will get custody of my sanity.

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Omgosh worst Monday everr. My dishwasher and washing machine seem to be having an affair and are threatening to run off together. At the same time. Worst thing is, they will get custody of my sanity!! I do 8-10 loads of laundry on the weekend (its like that when you … Continue reading If my dishwasher divorces me it will get custody of my sanity.

I’m sorry about the mess, but I live here.

Wow, what a mess. Literally and emotionally. My house is a mess, its mostly clean washing and bags to be unpacked from our weekend away (but having a small shoe box for a house its very very noticeable as there just isn't enough space to put things), clean linen folded and piled up in the … Continue reading I’m sorry about the mess, but I live here.