|Just sad at the moment. No real reason,|
just that nameless down feeling that comes
from time to time.
Looking at the blogs of others around these
parts tells me that I'm not alone. Is it the
weather? The time of year? A cycle?
Mind you, I've had my fair share of 'girly' moments. Like the other night when I went in search of snacks to eat with the DVD and all I really wanted to get was a dress because they were on sale. Or the time that I went for milk and all I really wanted to do was find some pairs of knickers that had flowers on them and get them. Or, indeed, anything floral. Not printed designs, if you see what I mean, but something delicate and flowery and... I have no real way to describe it. It's the same sort of longing I get looking at flowers and wishing that someone would buy me a bouquet. Silly, I know.
Are you not a tad bored at the passive aggressive self-serving ranting? No? Then read on!
|What a lovely bouquet.|
Is it wrong to sigh?
|Do you have any idea how hard it is to find images of a boy|
playing shopping? Anyway, that's what the Boy likes to play
at the moment.
I've also repainted the Girlie's room in pink, because that's what she'd like. She now has a pink room that has had the mould killer daubed on in spades because we live in an old house and mould happens. Not quite a sick house, you understand, but pretty close. I want to talk about that, but I lack the motivation even for that at the moment. I don't really know why. Then there's the stuff with Tilly...
|Yes. That'd be it.|
|Yeah, well, if it was so bad I should actually, you know,|
do something about it.
Oh wait, I'm posting on my blog!
|I know I'm probably not being fair.|
I'm a man.
I'm not fair.
It's not all been bad, we went out to a local park/walking area and that was lovely. We even managed to split up with a child each and have fun that way too. But Easter has been a bit of a bust, really, and that's no good thing.