My perfect, wonderful, cosy, fluffy life.

I guess I should write a little bit more often now when I have started a blog. But every time I have been thinking of sitting down and write it has felt like I haven't had anything to come with. And can I write about things that wouldn't make people happy? I mean moan a little bit, is that aloud? It feels like everyone is writing about things they have done with their wonderful children, how cosy it is going to be on the friday night with everyone snuggled up on the sofa, how much popcorn thay are going to pop, how they made the most luxurious breakfast with american pancakes on the sunday, how wonderful and cuddely everything is, thank's for everything, oh what a perfect kids party, worlds best friends, girlie dinner with cosy wine, heart, heart, heart, everything is so cute, I love everything, everybody loves me......

I am doing things with my wonderful child too, but it isn't always that wonderful. Is it just me who has a child who not always is cuddely, cute and cosy? It is like having a little bomb after you, a little grumpy madame who doesn't want to cuddle on the settee. But hello, Poppy, it is friday and we have to cuddle otherwise mummy get's embarassed because she can't upload her cosy status on facebook.
My daughter is the most beautiful girl in the world, but sometimes I think she is a little troll child. How can my child get so angry? Make so much noise? Scream so high? People must be thinking that she is spoilt. That she always has her way. That I am a bad mum. Right there and then I really don't think that she is that wonderful. Is it aloud to think like that?

Me and Poppy were going to make cup cakes. That is very cosy and cute. Up until the sticky mixture ended up on the carpet. Our kitchen is very small, and I really mean really small. So small that only one person can be there at a time. With other words not a nice, perfect family kitchen where we can cook three course meals on cosy friday nights. So due to the mini-kitchen we were now baking on the dinner table in the front room where it is carpet on the floor. Whisk, whisk, whisk. Screeeeeaaaaaam and splat. Then the cosy baking time was over. The only thing left was the little bag with the small, cute, pink and light yellow stars that we would have sprikled over the top. Oh, how perfect and sweet everything felt like when I was laying there on my knees trying to scrape up our cosy try to bake from the carpet. And Poppy who was screaming so angry and cute in the background.

My life is perfect. I am unemployed. I really do think it is super nice to just sit on the settee and getting sweaty of having half of a panic attac because everything feels so wonderfully endlessly hopless. I have such a cosy time when I walk around with all my cv's and filling out applications on internet. It is wonderful to have applied for more than 20 jobs and haven't heard anything back from one single application. It feels so cuddely to walk around in stores and see funky stuff which I can not buy, so perfect to have a few unpaid bills laying around. It feels wonderful to spend yet another day waiting for the evening to come so that I can go to sleep again and wake up the next day that hopefully will turn out to be a better day.

And obviously I have a perfect relationship. We never ever row about silly, stupid things. We are always super cute and cuddely. We have interesting conversations, give eachother breakfast in bed and everything is fluffy and shimmering of pink. hahahhaa.

On thursday something seriously good and very fluttery happens. I am going for my second interview for a full time job. I have been selected as one of three persons who has passed the first sort of screen interview and are now going for an interview at the head office. And I WILL get this job. If I don't get to work soon I will seriously freak out. It feels like I have got cabinfever from sitting in the flat.

And why wouldn't I get the job? I mean, I who am so wonderful, cuddely,perfect and cosy......hehhehe.

 

 

Nosy

I realised that my facebook page isn't enough for me when I was going through every single possible friend match for about two hours. You know the ones you have this and that many friends in common with. ''People you might know'' I think it's called. I didn't know one single person but I still went through them all to see if I recognised anyone. And I recognised people which I then clicked onto their facebook pages to see if they had any pictures that I could sneak thorugh to see what they were up to. Yes, I guess I could be called a facebook stalker. Sometimes I panic and think that these people may be able to see me sneaking and slither over their holiday pics. I wouldn't want to admit that I am quite nosy and haven't got a lot to do so thats what I do on my sparetime.

And I keep making comments on pictures of people I haven't seen or spoke to for more than 10 years. Like I am looking for a virtual cyber friendship. Or maybe just a need of being seen and expressing myself so that other people can see it. ''Hello!!! Look at me! I'm here, over here.'' Like a 2-year old wanting the whole world to focus on them.

And I keep using google to google old friends names......just to see what they are up to. And to see if they've made success. If they have I feel soooo happy for them......and very very jealous because I haven't. I'm like a secret nosy old lady. Except I'm not very old.

Everyone seems to be on facebook so if I find someone on google who has got a really good job or made a career or live on a nice adress I just go onto facebook and search for the person to see how they look like. Its so childish of me but if that very successful person looks very much older than their age I feel triumphating and a smug smile is making its way over my lips. I know, thats so bad and something you do when you are 15 and checking up on your new boyfreinds ex-girlfriends and realising that they are much fatter/uglier/ less fashionable than you. But I am 31 and doing it.

So thats when I realised I have to start doing something else with my sparetime. I started this blog today. So hopefully I wont sneak around peoples facebook pages anymore. And just for your information; I will not be taking any pictures of my daily outfits or other snazzy things to publish on my blog as I cannot stand them types of blogs. And also, I know my outfits wouldn't make anyone jealous so that might be another reason for not publishing any pics. ahahahaaa.

And, ehm, I am also a mum. .