Porridge Wars!
Day 1223 in the Big Mother house....
Well, that's what it feels like anyway, as huge lumps of porridge are fired across my living room with full force, landing sporadically on the furniture, toys, clothes, some in my hair. Not that it's made any difference to my overall dishevelled appearance. No one is safe when my 11 month old is strapped into the nuclear control panel that is his high chair.
It's Sunday morning, the end of another week where I haven't really written much. Despite having 24 hours in a day, I can't spend all that time writing, as much as I'd love too. I have to work, my maternity leave is over and bills need paying. The honey moon period of being a Mum has ended suddenly and life has well and truly slapped me right across the face.
Devastatingly, I have little to no time to even wash my hair, let alone write. Not that I'm bothered by that of course, porridge hair is all the rage these days. My current situation at the moment involves working full time instead of spending time with my child, just so I can afford for someone else to look after my son while I work full time. With not really any money left to show for it once all the bills have gone out, the situation would be funny if it weren't so f***ing depressing.
Reality is I own my own house, my partner and I both work full time but are soon going to be in a position where we'll have to start being 'careful' with money, as the prices of everything from fuel to food accelerate without mercy. Truth is work don't pay these days. So why should I bother playing by the rules in a broken system? It's rigged. If I didn't work I wouldn't really be any worse off, I'd at least then be able to see my son more. Which to me is priceless.
I sigh. That's just life I guess. And life is a bitch.
The porridge war is over. But another War may well be under way. Boris is on the tele, finally making an appearance on BBC's 'Sunday Morning' babbling some sh*t about sh*t while looking like absolute sh*t.
So nothing unexpected to report. Johnson said we could be looking at the biggest War since 1945. How convenient that all this should happen now. It's the perfect distraction for him and he seems to be enjoying it, he might at last get the Winston Churchill moment he's been having wet dreams about.
With the state the country is in currently Russia bombing us might not be such a bad thing. In fact, if Putin could kindly aim his missiles directly at number 10 that would be much appreciated, might actually improve things somewhat. We can only hope that some good might come of this nightmare.
Anyways.... I’ve got porridge to clean up.