Merely Youthful High-Jinks

So. In April I announced that my "maternity leave" -from my hobby!- was over and I would begin to blog once again.

Well you know what they say about the road to Hell.

Little Prince's personal issues came to a bit of a head and he was ultimately diagnosed with ADHD. Which achieved very little beyond extending my personal last nerve.  It now takes Little Prince a little longer to get on it.

Little Thug is coming on in leaps and bounds and is in danger of surpassing all of us.  At 18 months old he has worked out that, in order to win an argument with either me or Prince Daddy, he simply has to ask "why?" to every response until one of our heads explodes.

In other news, I accidentally became the face of Narcolepsy in North Wales through what was literally a series of unfortunate events.  This has tailed off and will be over completely on 13th August when the last article I interviewed for will be released by Real People Magazine.  Thereby destroying my anonymity and proving that I am a "Real Person".

So I will leave you all with a little anecdote about how badly I tolerate medication. You know cocodamol? You buy it over the counter in small doses of 8mg codeine to 500mg of paracetamol.  Well I took a single one of these tablets with a single paracetamol. Literally the lowest dose you can self administer.  After a traumatic dental appointment, I needed something to counter the pain. 

Well! Next time I'll just shoot myself with the Humiliation Blaster instead of giving Prince Daddy the ammunition.

Within an hour of taking the tablet I apparently appeared a little drunk. I argue that. Waltzing Prince Daddy down the street of a major city is merely light hearted high-jinks. As is foxtrotting with a charming older gentleman although I do concede that agreeing to elope with him *may* have been a tad unusual.

After some light shopping, I declined to carry the proffered bags from an assistant in a very upmarket 99p store telling him that I couldn't possibly carry shopping bags because I was too busy with my day job of being pretty.

After this, Prince Daddy suggested a nice bus home. I insisted upon a window seat in order to "photosynthesise".  As I was photosynthesising, an older woman who clearly had not been party to my earlier shenanigans, sat next to me whilst I was basking and tried to start a conversation. Apparently I very politely told her I couldn't talk right now cos I was photosynthesising and turned back to the window.

I was also declaring myself to be awe-mazing. Cos I was too good to be just awesome or amazing.

Sadly, when I came down from this "trip" I felt neither awesome nor amazing.

Maybe I'll stick with just paracetamol from now on.

Hope you all have an "awemazing" week and I promise to TRY to blog again soon.