Dazed and Confused

I've just popped up to my parents house on my lunch hour. They weren't in because mum is at the hospital with my nan and dad is at work. it's a good job too because it was clear by the beautiful boquet of flowers and the heartfelt messages in cards around the house that i'd forgotten their Wedding Anniversary..again!

I made a promise to myself last year that i'd do something special for them this time (on account of me being a grown-up!) so how bad do i feel now? gutted. They won't mind because they're used to it now, but I do.

As the years pass by i realise how hard life is, how hard it's been for them over the years. Bringing up three children, making sure they had a great childhood without losing sight of themselves. Marvellous.

Happy Anniversary, love you both to bits x

I've had a great weekend, Liverpool won the FA Cup with absolute style and grace (as always) and my love for Steven Gerrard grows, but thats because he's a man that i don't know. The reality somewhat differs!

Don't get me wrong, i'm no feminist but this wknd i've had my fill!.. A house full of male friends on friday night including my son who is actually perfect and plays no part in this rant whatsoever, naturally! .

The thing is, they wee on toilet seats and come round the next morning after you've spent an hour bleaching the bathroom and decide to 'have a dump' announcing the fact that 'it was a clean break' and 'it doesn't smell' and as if that isn't a bit too much information theres a skid that team Ferrari would be proud of in the pan!

There's a hell of a lot more besides, and I do love my friends and my smart-mouthed brother (myownfault.blog.co.uk) but having my sister for dinner yesterday was certainly welcome relief from the testosterone!