The Meanest Mum In The World's First Mummy Blog

Things that I think. All of the things.

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Movie time

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Daddy's girl. Always... 😍

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Today at work a customer suggested I come in early and do some work every day "in my own time, for the good of the company." Today while shopping I ran into a woman who is nasty behind my back, and often to my face. She was fake nice to me and I was fake nice back and it made me feel sick. Tonight I baked scrolls and they didn't turn out. I ate them anyway. So bloated. Tonight my husband is grumpy, studying, and I'm bored and alone. Today has been a day. I'm glad it's nearly tomorrow.

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On rainy cold days, I forget that I'm dieting.. I bake and binge eat like its my superpower. Oh the (belly) pain.

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I spent some time with my beautiful teen today. A few hours lunching and shopping and talking. It was nice, but hard. It was hard because I love her so much. I grew her. I raised her. I miss her. And she is happier living away from me. It's sad. I feel like I got everything wrong. She's separate from me. Her own, independent person. I want to go back to when she was a baby. Back to when I was her superhero mummy, and not just some irrelevant old woman.

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My boy. His dance partner. ❤️

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Lies I tell myself (about bread)

I'll make the kids some bread rolls to go with their soup. Just for the kids mind, I won't eat any. I have excellent self control. I'm not at all distracted by the smell of those bread rolls. Those delicious fluffy white fresh homemade bread rolls. I actually hate bread. It's gross. I'll just make a cuppa. That will fill me up. Then I won't be at all tempted by stupid baking bread. I'll just eat part of the middle out of one of the bread rolls as I butter it for the kids. It will hardly count as eating bread, right? Plus, I walked today. If I just eat a small part out of the middle out of one of these bread rolls it will be balanced by that walk. I probably can put some butter on it. Shit, shit shit. I ate that whole bread roll. I don't want to eat another one. I'll probably never eat bread again actually. It wasn't even that good. *eats half a dozen bread rolls without chewing or even breathing, biting butter straight from the stick. *hangs greasy bloated head in shame.

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Thermomixin'

Eight months ago I joined the thermomix cult. It would have been much sooner but my husband needed convincing (wearing down) due to the ridiculously expensive price tag. And it is an expensive device. The thermomix cost more than out tv, more than our actual oven, more than our wedding. (We are pretty cheap) Anyhow, I love my thermomix. It is so very great. Worth every cent. When I first got it, my thermomix made mostly caramel slice and risottos and cheese and bacon rolls. I put on five kilos. Now it makes healthier things because I love food and eat everything I cook in its entirety. My favourite thing ever is pumpkin lentil curry. So cheap, so delicious. The recipe says it serves six, which must be a misprint because I finish the whole thing in two serves. Pumpkin lentil curry makes me so happy. It takes only 16 minutes to cook. I made it for lunch. There is half a batch left, and I'm trying not to think about it. Sitting there in the thermo server. All warm and delicious......

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Puffy

I have puffy eyes from crying. And I can’t even get puffy eyes right. One of my eyes is more puffy than the other. So I look like a chubby middle aged girl version of Popeye, minus the sailor suit. Do I try putting makeup on like normal? Do I cut myself a fringe to hide my one tiny eye. Should I fashion myself an eyepatch and rock the pirate look? I don’t know what to do with this, but I’m betting I’ll be safe from getting hit on at work tonight. Silver linings.. :/

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Today I have been sad. Tired and sad. As is reflected by my diet. Chocolate croissants, smoked salmon and coffee. (Seriously, I have no idea how I got chubby! :P) ~I ate all of my feelings today. And now I have four points left for dinner. Four!! And I am off to work. Bugger!

(Also I lied. I've had six cups of coffee.)

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Hey, randomly found you. Not sure how old your blog posts are but I have read three posts and laughing out loud!

Ah hello!! :) Thankyou. I am pretty new to Tumblr but I am having fun here.

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Cry baby.

Today there was an impromptu staff meeting. All of us were raked over the coals for our lax attitude at work. Which is fair enough. And probably definitely warranted. I'm sure this happens in workplaces all over the world every now and then. But it is the very first time it has ever happened to me. In all of my years of working I have never ever been in trouble. My work has never been criticised. I've never been sacked. (It's not because I'm awesome or anything, I've always had simple/minimal responsibility/minimal pay, fun jobs) Turns out I'm not very good at getting into trouble. The staff meeting was at 9. I finished work at 11. I cried for two hours at work. Nobody else cried. Everyone else just got on with their jobs. Not me. I cried and cried and cried. I thought about quitting my job and cried. I served drinks and polished glasses and cried. I went to and from the bathroom, to wash mascara from my face and blow my nose. (I looked like a red faced Alice Cooper, only older and less pretty.) I am home now, with a crying headache. And I'm a bit worried about going to work tomorrow. What if I cry? :/

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Family day at the races. 😍

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Race day. 😍

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Tonight.

Tonight Im flying solo. Hubby has gone to a stupid party, the big girls are at their dad's house, and I'm home with the little pair. The little two are in bed. I cooked a big red lentil and pumpkin curry for tea. I cranked up the heater. I'm about to run a bath and read a book while I soak. Tonight is okay, really.

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Some people are shit

Some people are shit. Despite your best efforts to be their friend, they will shut you out. Make you feel small.

Some people are shit. They will talk about you behind your back, a mix of truths and untruths. None of it kind.

Some people are shit. They will smile and say flattering things. But look closer. Their smiles are thinly concealed grimaces. Their flattery, mocking.

Some people are shit. You trust them, confide in them, pour out your heart. And delighted, they can’t wait to share your wounds, your darkness with others. You are their favourite joke.

Some people are shit. You will think you are over them and the hurt they caused you, and then they will find a way to push some more pain back into your life. You didn’t need a reminder that you weren’t good enough for them. You are still stinging from the first time you realised they were laughing at you, not with you.

Some people are shit. They won’t be content with making you feel foolish and unworthy. Not until they rope in others to do the same. Turning their entire social circle against you.

Some people are shit. Bullies even in their forties. Mothers. wives. two faced bitches. I am really over their shit.