Smile

After tripping out yesterday, I thought today I'd keep it on a lighter note. 

The merits of Smiling...

A smile costs nothing.

It can make someone feel good.

It makes you look younger.

It's low fat.

It burns calories.

It puts the wrinkles in the right places.

It makes you feel good.

It works like a boomerang, you send one out and 9/10 times it comes back to you.

^_^ 

Something a little more positive.....

Life!

Today I am sitting here with a million and one things going through my head like some kind of traffic jam dance routine.

It's been yet another week full of doctors appointments, dental appointments, speech therapy appointments, Chiro appointments, and school activities, and tired grumpy kids. Yet it is ONLY Wednesday!!

My sore back isn't helping me at all, and I completely lost Sunday, due to some very strong pain killers. Then last night Hubby sneezed, and he did his disc. So now he is in bed, sad and sorry, and I just have to laugh, as we are just a brilliant pair! Negotiating getting into bed last night was almost comical. It was almost a scene out of  an old aged nursing home. "Don't move...don't touch me....." That was hubby by the way... I am feeling a lot better, just sore, so very sore.

Christmas is fast  approaching, and I just can't sort myself out. I wish that someone could just do it all for me. I have to get more organised, but things just keep getting in my way causing me to shuffle this, and move that, and I feel like I am just chasing my tail.

Child 1 is changing educational direction at Uni, and as always has left things to the last minute  and some how all her issues with school, and courses comes down to us, THE PARENTS, which is of course not the case. She is just scared, and frustrated that she can't do what she wants, and is learning the life lesson of life isn't always fun, and you don't always get what you want. But for now, it is much easier to shed blame on mum and dad, rather than take a good look at yourself, and realise you just can't goof off and play any more, this is life, your life, and we can guide you, suggest, support, but in the end the  it's all down to you.

Child 2 has basically avoided doing homework all term. The little smart butt has managed to pass all his tests, and stay under the radar, but I worry that he isn't really trying, and if he did, he would ace it. He wants to learn the key board next year, and I am trying to figure out how to find the money in there somewhere so he can. I still need to get the boys back into swimming lessons, and Child 3 also wants to play guitar. Child 2 still has drama lessons, and he loves that so much, it has been so good for him, I just can't bring myself to remove him from that class. It is the only thing he has.

Child 3 is sucking the life from me. His ADHD, and learning issues are all anyone can cope with. His teachers are forever on our case, he is not enjoying school any more, and this last 2 weeks have been a nightmare with him. The other day he woke up at 4.30 am. He then woke up EVERYONE. Nor he or the rest of us got back to bed that day till almost 10pm! I KID YOU NOT! I was ready to kill him.

Both hubby and I have been against medication. Choosing to help structure him, routine, firm rules, understanding, and now expensive city based education with a highly qualified specialist, as a last resort to help him learn how to work with his dyslexia, and read and write, and understand, like everyone else. 

I spoke to a mum this morning who has a child like ours. She was the same, hated the idea of drugs, but last year, after watching her daughter battle for the last 4, she couldn't stand it any more, and gave in. She said she has another child. Her grades have improved, she is easy to live with, it just sounds wonderful. But once the meds wear off she goes right back to being her loud annoying self. I know there are days when we crave some calm. But our little boy is who he is, and I am so worried about all the bad side effects. Is it really worth the risk? I guess for now we travel down this road, and keep medication as a very  last resort. We have been told this woman is a miracle worker, so we are putting our trust in her, and in our little man, and hopefully he will start to see he isn't silly, and build on that confidence, and enjoy school much more.

But then I am back to fretting about money. Hubby now wont be able to work, for who knows how long, and he doesn't get paid if he doesn't work. So again I am tossing about Christmas! Do I buy the kids what they want? Do I just get one good thing for all of us? Do I stick my head in a bucket and hide away till January?

January! No rest stop there either. Boys birthdays, our wedding anniversary, (which no doubt again will be celebrated with a non event), Our nieces engagement party, school fees, and new uniforms, shoes, books, blah blah blah...........

I can see our money running away, screaming and laughing, while we sit here and weep.
When do we get a break? Just some settled time of nothing. Nothing to do. No washing, cooking, ironing, cleaning, doctors, shopping, just NOTHING! Oh how I miss days when we could just wake up and be naked, and make love, and sleep, and maybe eat something in there somewhere, and just go and see a movie......just us. Just us.

Sorry I am venting, and I feel I really have no right to vent and bitch and moan.  This week I learned that a friend of ours lost his daughter. She killed herself. It has left me feeling most frustrated with the world. Very sad. Now her dad is inconsolable. He is lost in a world of sadness and depression. So bad that he has left the family home, and his partner, (not the girls mother) is doing her best to help him, but their relationship is now very rocky. 
21! Young, and with a small baby. I feel so very sorry for them all. It was a very mis-managed case of Post Natal Depression. It didn't have to be that way  for her, and it upsets me that still in the year 2012, people fall through the cracks.

We can build bombs, and pay for wars, create false issues so we can be taxed more (carbon tax), but we can't find homes for the homeless, we can't have cheaper housing, secure jobs, better mental health care. Where's the profit in making people well? This world is really sick. Would it just be better of it all to really come to an end on DEC 21st ? 

When I think about what they are going through right now, it makes me very glad that I have my kids safe, and close. I have a hubby who LOVES ME. That is the most precious thing on this earth.

So life moves on. It stops for no one. So I guess I need to stop sitting here and griping about what needs to be done by next week, and just do what needs to be done today. 
DISHES! 

So if you are feeling a little overwhelmed today, just STOP. Have a good vent, and then just let it go. Just think about what needs doing in the next 30 mins. Remind yourself that you have people who care, and people who will listen. Your kids will be OK. They don't need all that stuff anyway. Just BREATHE.

STAY HEALTHY, STAY SAFE, and never take the ones you love for granted. Now I think I need a NAP!  Keep SMILING  ^_^

The day so far...............

Child 3, Mr so full of beans burst into our room 20 mins before the alarm was 

due to go off. Not a happy mummy!


Then operating on auto pilot popped kettle on, like I do each morning and the 

power went out.


It took a good few minutes to realise this as I was still in zombie mode, and I 

was getting school bags packed.


So I waited a bit and then decided to brave the front yard in my dressing gown 

to check the fuse box. Yeap sure enough the trip had gone, so I flicked it back 

on. 

In my positive thinking mode, or just my need for a hot cup of tea, It tried 

again. Power went off again. So back outside I went.


Then I decided it might not be the kettle, it might be the power point, so I

 plugged the kettle into another power point................Nope, it was the 

kettle. So in the bin it went!


With two cats under foot, with no care or concern for the fact that I have not

had a cup of tea yet, just the fact that their bowls were empty.I opened a can

of cat food, and sliced my finger on the can. Not that the cats cared one bit.


After dropping the boys to school, I headed off to buy a new CHEAP, not

spending money on brand names any more, kettle. I went to Kmart, my old 

store and ended up chatting with a few girls I use to work with which was 

lovely. My cheap kettle, turned into some T-shirts, 3/4 pants, work pants for 

hubby, and some Christmas socking fillers for the boys.


Having consumed a large 2&5 Boost juice with ginger for breakfast, well I

didn't get a cuppa, by the time I got home, my bladder was bursting. In my

hurry to get inside, I then cut my foot on the screen door.


So I think it is best for me to stay inside for the rest of the day, and try to 

keep out of trouble. I hope you are having a safer day.


Now for a funny to make you smile.

Life is too short NOT to laugh

A man came home from work and found his 5 children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn around garden, The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and no sign of the dog, walking in the door, he found ...an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was against one wall, In the front room the T

V was on loudly with the cartoon channel, the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel... She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?' She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?...
''Yes," was his incredulous reply..
She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.'

My Saturday off.....

• Up at 9 am on day off because child 2 had a Ten Pin Bowling Party to go to at 11 am.
• Spend 20 mins advising boys to dress in good jeans and a nice shirt, till finally I go in room and get the clothes out myself. Should have done that in the first place.
• Returned last nights DVD's.
• Get child 2 to party on time.
• Repeat to child 3 for the 100th time that he can't stay at the party as he is not invited.
• Take child 3 to the shops to look at toys to keep him amused while we wait.
• Spend money on banana smoothie, and lunch, nugget Happy Meal, as child 3 is hungry.
• Get annoyed when child 3 throws away most his lunch as he has had enough now.
• Punish him by making him look at hand bags and wallets till I find a new wallet I like.
• Go into Kmart and look at toys and listen to all the reasons why I should buy them for child 3.
• Appease child 3 with a bubble wand.
• Return to party to pick up child 2 at requested time, to find that party is not done yet by a long shot.
• Listen to loud noise and screaming sugar propelled kids for another hour, while repeating to child 3 that he can not have tokens as he was not at the party.
• Watching with sadness as he follows his brother about hoping that he shares his tokens but he doesn't.
• Sits alone on stool watching all the happy families (Mum and Dad) hanging out together.
• Starts feeling a tad jealous that all we do is work, and we never can attend events together and support one another in such moments like 'normal' familys.
• Scolds self for being stupid.
• By now has a good headache forming.
• Drives home with both children and child 3 sending bubbles out the car window.
• Enjoys the way it makes the other drivers smile.
• Gets home 2 hours later than planned and now starts the days washing and cleaning up, way behind mental schedule.
• Cooks dinner as hubby is leaving for work in 2 hours.
• Gets short with boys for fighting, and not doing the one task I asked them to do.
• Kisses hubby good bye and begs him to take me with him.
• Hangs out 4 loads of washing, and does dinner dishes. 
• Folds and puts away washing from 2 days ago.
• Finally sits down at computer with first cup of tea of the day at 5.57 pm.

Post rant...........I feel I should explain

The other day when I posted a rant alert, I was about to let rip, when my privacy was invaded, and well in a hurried panic to post, I cut paste, and clicked and accidently wiped out my all post. That was the proverbial cherry on the cake!

 So now that a few days have passed, I feel I should let you all in on why I felt the need to go on a long walk away from my dear and loving family.

Well as you know last week I was pretty sick. Not one of my best weeks, but hey shit happens. But this particular day in question, I woke up feeling well rested, and really good within my self. I felt better, the sun was up and warm, and I had the day off work! YEAH!

I got up, got the boys ready for school, and did the usual morning routine, all going like clock work. I spent the first hour in child 3 class and helped with reading, and then went home popped on a load of washing, did the dishes, and proceeded to re-book all cancelled appointments from the previous week, as well as make some additional ones for the kids at  the dentist, and pay some bills, catch up on mail, sort out the items needed for school, (there is always things the kids need to take in!), and then took off to the shops to get what I needed to make dinner.

It was such a lovely day, and I was in such a lovely mood, I thought it might be nice to make a start on some Xmas shopping. Yes, I thought, I will go home, put on the next load of washing, (I was sick so the washing piled up, as did a few things), and see if MISS was up yet and take her with me. I was feeling generous, and I had in mind going to get pampered somewhere after shopping. It will be nice, I thought.

So I get home and was happy to note that Miss was in the bathroom. Great she is up, I popped the shopping away, and proceeded to the laundry to removed one load and replace it with the next. I headed back into the kitchen when I heard MISS come flying out the bathroom going ballistic over the fact that SHE had washing to do, and SHE was going OUT. I headed down the hall and was faced with MISS in a fit, pulling out all the now wet towels, and throwing them back into the wash basket leaving a big wet puddle on the floor.

I actually could have washed them for her had she asked, but she was so full of attitude, I was shocked. I said she didn't have to do that, to which she snapped, and said she had plans, and that was somehow something I should have guessed maybe?? Knew about? Consulted the stars over maybe??  The reaction was as if I had destroyed world peace over the known universe, and all I had done was put the towels on!

I walked away, pissed off that she had been such a so and so, and really annoyed that she was going out when I had such a lovely day all planned in my head. Her loss. 

So I asked her if while she was waiting for her washing to go through, if she would hang out my first load.

NO! How silly of me. Of course she can't. She needed all that time to decide what to WEAR!

So once I had done a few more things about the place, I headed out into the bright hot sun, and hung out my bloody washing.

Miss was now washing her work uniform by hand. Has I came back towards the laundry door I saw she had hung her dripping wet shirt right next to her father's clean dry work clothes, The ones I was about to take inside and make ready for him. The ones he would need to wear today, and his pants were now becoming quite wet. 

Now I wasn't going to walk away. She had basically got up, messed up my kitchen, and thrown out my happy space, with her moody drama, and this was it! I gave her a telling off for being so inconsiderate. I asked her why she had to hang her shirt right there and not on the line were it would dry in an hour. 

"OH JUST CHILL MUM!"  Chill mum! I am now flabbergasted.

Not only do I have a basket of wet dripping unwashed towels making a watery mess all over my floor, I now have to wait for pants to dry again, and no, it's not that, it is the attitude. The my life is so important, EVERYONE else can just accommodate me. Her important meeting was with her boyfriend. I am sure 30 mins would not have made a huge difference, but hey, I guess it did!

Now I was pissed. I was was pissed I had let her get under my skin. Pissed at myself for allowing her to treat me like that. Pissed I was letting her go without cleaning up all her crap first. Pissed as I realised I would be the one bringing in her washing, as it was going to rain later. Pissed she wasn't going to come home for dinner, or the night, when we had plans to watch a movie.

By the time hubby woke up, the air in the house was icy. I thought it best to stay the hell out of her way, and when she walked out the door saying BYE, and thought to myself GOOD!

I needed time to balance my chi. I went and sat down next to hubby while he ate his breakfast. We had an hour or so before the boys needed to be picked up, and I sighed and said 'Can you believe what she did this morning?'

Now I was looking for support. Maybe acknowledgement. Some kind of, 'don't worry about  it, KIDS!' Maybe even just a HUG! All of the above would have done nicely.

Instead, I got a short lecture on MY behaviour. (He heard her telling me to chill out.) So I instantly prickled, set his facts straight as to why I went off, ie his work pants which were now wet AGAIN! (it was a hot day, but that is besides the point). I had not yelled at her over the towels. But I had had lost it over the pants. If you are going to dump shit on me , get it right!

So I did what any person feeling hard done by does, I protested in silence. I headed for the kitchen and banged pots, while getting dinner started. I then sat at the computer and sulked. Cursing at them all. I had done everything for THEM that morning. I could have gone and had my toes nails done, got a massage, left all the bloody dirty smelly washing there, and fed them ruddy toast. 

When he left to pick up the boys I thought about venting this all out of my system. So I wrote. I did feel much better, but in a hurry to up load with pictures, I accidently cut, and then copied something else, and all my words went away. Now my mood was headed for a dark place. My beautiful well intentioned day, was now dark, sad and grumpy.

The boys entered the room with tears as they had a fight on the way home. JOY! Why not. I can deal with EVERY ONES CRAP today.

Slowly the day improved. I did note with some sourness that no one thanked me for dinner, but I was feeling less grumpy after a nice meal, and hubby and I chatted over dinner, before he headed off to work, and things no longer seemed as bad.

I didn't end up going for a walk. I must be honest and confess, instead  I became the cubby house QUEEN, and enjoyed what was left of my afternoon helping the boys build a cubby house.

By the end of it I was happy again, and feeling more like my cheerful self. 

Lets hope it stays that way! ^_^

Rant alert!

I better start walking then.

I am feeling a little under-appreciated today.

Doing too much for others and not enough for me, and getting nothing but shit in return.

Yes, I think a long walk is in order. Either that or a stiff drink.......darn no alcohol in the house........or I could start shooting people......darn no gun..........looks like a walk it is then ! 

What a week!

What a week!

My week started with a most romantic night with my man. It has been so long that we have both been off work at the same time, that we made the most of our new found freedom. I'll be honest, it has been a very, very, long time.

As a result, I suffered from what some call honeymoon cystitis. Now I did all the right things, drank loads of water, and did a huge wee before and after, but I guess my body just wasn't use to playing like that anymore.

So the following evening the saga started, and of course it is after medical hours. Now for those of you who have not had the pleasure of a bladder infection, let me try and describe it for you.

You start by feeling a little off, nothing bad, just not right. Then you go to pee, and there is a little discomfort at the end. At this point, as I have had this infection in the past, I knew what it was, but if you haven't , you might just think that it is just a little odd.

Then every 10-20 mins you have to pee, and each time the wee lessens, and the pain increases. It burns like acid, and feels like sharp razors coming out instead of water. A big mistake people make is to stop drinking. Common error, you think if I don't drink, I will not not need to wee, but that just makes things 1000's times worse. You will increase the pain, and wee just droplets, and eventually start pissing blood. Been there done that.

So I started drinking, glasses and glasses of water. But it wasn't flushing the bug out, and it was getting worse, and I developed a slight fever. By the time hubby got home from work, I was in a bad way. I was peeing every 10 mins, and it was hours before morning, and the chance of seeing a doctor.

Hubby took one look at me and said, "Let me have something to eat and I will take you to hospital" My knight in shining armour.

I rang the hospital for advice, in the mean time, as I didn't want to go anywhere, but they suggested I come in, so I did as I was told.

So thankfully child one was actually home, so I woke her to explain, and left her in charge of her sleeping brothers. 

Then began the long night. Hubby sat by be for 5 solid painful hours, before a doctor examined me and gave me the drugs of happiness. During that time, my amazing man had me laughing my head off despite the pain I was in. Not a good look for a woman in acute pain surrounded by ill suffering people. Let's just say there was much teasing about my choice of venue for a date night, and that I didn't need to go to these extremes to spend time alone with him. He tells me he'll choose next time, as my choices are pretty dodgy. Well I don't know, there was action, drama, and danger, plus grand entertainment from the TV.....HAPPY DAYS, LOVE BOAT, CHARMED... and THE MEDICINE WOMAN, forget what that one is called. To say the LOVE BOAT theme song haunted me is an understatement. Talk about a nightmare loop.


By 6 am we arrived home and stumbled into bed. I had been awake for 23 hours. I was so tired. The boys were not going to school, as neither of us could stay up another minute. But by lunch time, and getting up on the hour to tell them to SHUT-UP, I was tempted to do a drive by drop off, I can tell you. Thankfully I had two days off this week, so I didn't have the added hassle of work to deal with.

Thankfully the drugs work well, and within a few hours I was feeling better. So over my two days off, I slept through one, and recovered through the other. 

Back to work Thursday, still a bit off, but nothing bad. Just very drained. Half way through my shift I felt this hot goo gush escape my body, and I just thought to myself, "SUPER". Getting someone to take over so I could leave the shop floor, I hurried to the loo to discover that my missing Aunty Flo, decided that now would be a great time to pay a visit. BITCH! Due to my PCOS, I can go months without a visit, so I never know when it will happen.

Then began the mother of all periods. Thankfully it got worse after I got home. But lets just say I have been bleeding so heavy, that I have had to take iron tablets. But what I have had is the most painful cramps ever. Three days and only this morning have they settled down a bit.

My best friend has been a hot wheat pillow, and the fetal position. I am gladly, and very willing at this point, to remove my uterus all together.

So today is Sunday. It has been a whole week since our amazing romantic night together. Do I regret it. HELL NO. The memories still make me feel warm and fuzzy. Will hubby come near me again?? He better!  ^_^


So I haven't been on top of much this week, and I am sorry for my slackness. I  hope this explains it, and I hope that for you and I both we have a great healthy, pain free, fun filled, week ahead.

Now I have some washing to do.

ENJOY TODAY!

“THE CIRCLE OF LIFE”

“When I look life in the eyes,

Grown calm and very coldly wise;

Life will have given me the truth,

And taken in exchange

MY YOUTH.”

(Sara Teasdale)

Today I have been pondering the whole “Circle of Life” concept. As I sit here and write, I am thinking about my kids, and how they are growing up, and how life is just flowing, as it should, at it’s natural pace, just as it is for me.

I have always been an open person. What you see is what you get. I find it really hard to pretend to be something I am not. It has at times caused me a lot of upset; as I have misjudged others thinking that they are like me, when they were far from it. This has been a hard lesson to learn. It has taken me till my 40’s to work this out. Slow learner I know, but I just want to see the best in people. I can’t really change who I am, nor do I want to. I like who I am.

Now, as you would know if you have been reading my posts, that I have also been open about the topic of sex with my daughter. I wanted to make sure she didn't get used by the first boy that whispered flatteries. I didn't want her first time to be a rushed one sided affair in the back of a car. I shared my stories of friends and school crushes, and past hurts. I again answered questions as they came up. She has always been able to talk to me about things. I am grateful for that, and it is nice. We have a very different relationship to the one I had with my mother.

   

I have even been approached by her friends sometimes with questions. I have certainly been adopted at times as a surrogate mum. I have been proud of the fact that I am open, and comfortable, and I won’t hide the truth, and I will honestly describe what a pap smear is like, or what being pregnant is really like. If we older women do not pass this information on, what hope does the next generation have?

But now I find myself at that moment in life when your child is no longer a child, and is growing up. Child number 1 is now in a somewhat serious relationship, and things have been getting more serious as the months have progressed. A few weeks ago she sat me down with her boyfriend and basically informed me that they have been considering having sex, and they would like to discuss their options regarding contraception.

Well I won’t lie; it is very different talking to your own child about these things than someone else’s. It is really hard to separate the young adult in front you, with the little baby you held in your arms. But you reap what you sow, so I sucked it up, and answered their questions as best I could, and got out some books, to which my daughter laughed and said to her boyfriend “See I told you she would get the books out!”  Truth was I needed a second to pull myself together!

I couldn't help but think, “ARE YOU SURE?” but they impressed me with their honesty, and their willingness to go to the doctor’s together and approach this in a very responsible manner. I guess I couldn't hope for better. But it is never easy, for a parent to realise that their baby is growing up. It isn't like celebrating their first kiss. This is like a reversal of the feeling you get when you work out your mum and dad have probably done it, well at least the same number of times as there are children. Some things just are better not thought on too much. I just said “Well be safe, as I am too young to be a grandmother” and then suggested the boyfriend read “Satisfaction: The Art of the Female Orgasm” Well I wouldn't want my daughter to have a rotten first time!

So there you have it. Soon our first born will be crossing that line, and her innocence will be gone forever. I only hope that she has chosen well, and that she will not one day regret this decision. I am happy that they have at least really talked about things, and they have very strong feelings for each other, unlike some of her friends who have just run with their hormones.

I cringed when I hear stories of guys that are all yeah, let’s do this, but the girl is left with all the responsibility of buying the condoms. Don’t laugh; this happened to a friend of ours. After dating this boy for a few months, they decided that it was time. So on her birthday they decided they would do it. Maybe it was his gift to her?? It was her first time. The boyfriend was too shy to buy his own condoms! So the young girl was faced with going to the shops and buying the condoms on her own. How sad is that. She was a virgin, and this was her first serious boyfriend, and there she was faced with such an array of choices; there are coloured ones, flavoured ones, textured ones, ones with vibrating bullets, and cock rings, and then the sizes, way too much for a young in-experienced girl to decide on her own. I would go ape if my boys did that to their partner. I mean have men become utterly LAZY?

It is like these young girls who are more than happy to rip their panties off, and have a wow of a time, but they are scared of getting a pap smear! JUST WHAT THE HELL is the point of their SEX EDUCATION???

I had such a discussion at work today with a few young girls. All of them afraid. Yet they are sexually active, and putting themselves at risk of cervical cancer, a major killer of women in this country. It is not a fun experience, a bit embarrassing, but it is quick, and over in moments, and it could save your life! Same for you older men too. Once a year just bend over, you could save your life, and your sex life too. In my book totally worth a few moments of being uncomfortable. At least you guys get to wait till your late 40’s, we women have to start on the on set of sexual activity.

So my thoughts today go out to other parents who have children who are growing up and coming of age. I guess I am grateful she has waited till now, 18, and she is with someone who she feels comfortable with, and who seems caring, and patient. Who knows, he could be her one? My hubby certainly was for me. We were engaged first though; I know things are different now. We were just was more committed to the relationship. Showing my age now aren't I!

So now I have to trust that all my openness has been worth it, and that she has taken it all on board, and is making the right choices for herself. As long as she is safe, and considerate of her siblings, and her parents, I would much rather her having sex in a safe environment, than in the back of a car parked out in the middle of nowhere.

I am happy that she feels safe enough to come to me. I know one day she will have kids of her own, and I will love my grand-babies with all my heart. Deep down I just want her to be happy. I hope she always feels able to come to me, even if I may have to remind myself that this is what I wanted. This is what I did. I shared with her knowledge, and she is not hung up on all the silly feelings of guilt and shame. She is comfortable chatting with me about sex, life, relationships. She respects her body, and she has chosen a nice guy who at least for now, seems to respect her too.

WE CAN’T ESCAPE THE FOREVER TURNING CIRCLE OF LIFE.

So just hang on tight, and enjoy the ride!

Children Learn What They Live...

This is such a lovely poem. It has been around for ages but it is timeless. Which one did you grow up with???

 Children Learn What They Live.....   

If a child lives with criticism, he learns to feel discouraged
If a child lives with hostility, he learns to feel angry
If a child lives with violence, he learns to feel afraid
If a child lives with dishonesty, he learns to feel suspicious
If a child lives with judgement, he learns to feel guilty
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to feel ashamed
If a child lives with disorder, he learns to feel confused
If a child lives with disappointment, he learns to feel helpless
If a child lives with silence, he learns to feel lonely

BUT

If a child lives with protection, he learns to feel safe
If a child lives with honesty, he learns to feel trustful
If a child lives with peace, he learns to feel calm
If a child lives with sharing, he learns to feel thankful
If a child lives with understanding, he learns to feel encouraged
If a child lives with laughter, he learns to feel happy
If a child lives with creativity, he learns to feel inspired
If a child lives with choice, he learns to feel free
If a child lives with community, he learns to feel supported
If a child lives with accomplishment, he learns to feel confident
If a child lives with meaning, he learns to feel fulfilled
If a child lives with love, he learns to feel tender 

WITH WHAT IS YOUR CHILD LIVING?

HYSTERIA ~ It's REAL

Movie review: Hysteria

    

      It is funny, and positively on the money. To think that women were 'locked up' just because they were HORNY and FRUSTRATED, and wanted to be treated as equals. They thought it was a mental illness, and treated these women as if they were SICK! I would have definitely been 'locked up'. Just accept it. Women enjoy ORGASMS too. If your woman is getting moody, cranky, short tempered, and depressed, and quiet, maybe she just needs a little of YOUR attention. For some women , SEX, with a caring partner, is actually good for their MENTAL HEALTH. Share an orgasm together, at least weekly......Doctor's orders!  ^_^ 

I rate this movie 10/10.

     Hubby said after watching the movie that he'd love to have the Doctor's job! I told him he could always be my doctor! lol    

                 

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"Hysteria might be about the invention of the vibrator, but its account of this chapter in sexual history is both amusing and dignified. Director Tanya Wexler's mildly risque film is, in fact, a very pretty, well-designed costume drama and a delightful romantic comedy - the sort of thing you could recommend to your open-minded mother.

Hugh Dancy is Dr Mortimer Granville, an idealistic young physician who struggles to hold down a job in London in the 1880s due to his progressive views on germs. He finally finds regular employment with Dr Robert Dalrymple (Jonathan Pryce), London's "foremost specialist in women's medicine", who is a dab hand at administering pelvic massages to wealthy housewives diagnosed with the medical condition "hysteria".

The arrival of the handsome young doctor leads to a drastic rise in the number of women in London suffering from the hysteria symptoms of "weeping, nymphomania, frigidity, melancholia, and anxiety". Granville quickly becomes indispensable, engaged to Dr Dalrymple's polite young daughter Emily (Felicity Jones), and expected to take over the practice.

Granville is, however, confronted by obstacles. He begins suffering from debilitating hand cramps, and is flustered by Emily's feminist sister Charlotte (Gyllenhaal) who is constantly challenging him to put his education to better use.

It's nicely cast, with everyone on board and hamming it up to keep the storytelling tongue-in-cheek. Some do it better than others, but nobody does it better than Rupert Everett as Granville's wealthy best friend and inventor Edmund St. John-Smythe. He's witty and edgy without going over the top (unlike a few of his cast-mates) and it's a pity he doesn't feature more, especially as it's Edmund who comes up with the bright idea of how to save Granville's career.

Though Wexler nicely incorporates observations on the prudish social mores of the Victorian era, the emergence of new technology and the growth of the feminist movement, she leans too much towards the farcical and Hysteria becomes cute rather than clever. Hysteria isn't hysterical, but it's a light-hearted romp that will create its own buzz. 

Stars: 3/5

Cast: Hugh Dancy, Maggie Gyllenhaal 

Director: Tanya Wexler 

Running time: 99 mins 

Rating: M (Sexual references)

Verdict: A pretty and amusing farce about a sex toy.

-TimeOut"

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By Francesca Rudkin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFy6cfPmjd4