Dang it... I don't know how many times I have to go mad at Monsoon from drawing on the walls... even making her scrub it all off by herself hasn't deterred her. It drives me bloody bonkers every time I find some. Sometimes she draws good things - Stuff you can actually recognise what it is, but most of the time it is just random scribble... and usually in a red pen either biro or felt-tip pen. The hardest colour in the world to get off of anything.
The soles of my feet are freaking sore today... Probably because I'm fat. But having a stuffed-up thyroid it is hard to lose weight. I did try going to a dietitian, but the way he wanted me to eat was way more that I was used to and I gained weight instead of losing it. So, now I'm back to struggling through it all on my own.
I'm taking it easy today. Because we're still not all better yet, but we're getting there... I just wish I had the energy of the kids. If I could bottle and sell that I would be a billionaire.
Until tomorrow, remember: The voices in your yeah, can be real dicks... or maybe that's only mine.
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