I was explaining to a couple of friends over a Baileys (don’t judge me) how I feel like I’ve lost my mojo a bit when it comes to my blog.
I always love sitting down with a cuppa and boring you all with my life tales, but lately I just haven’t been able to motivate myself.
I have reviews I want to do, subjects I want to write about but everytime I sit down I either fall asleep or end up catching up on Facebook gossip.
When I was telling the girls about this today they did what my friends do everytime, pulled my head out of my arse, cheered me up and motivated me.
My friend Kate wrote a list of subjects on my phone she thought would be good to hear about.
This pregnancy had sent my hormones round the twist.
I feel myself snapping and narking at anything and anyone.
Last week I screamed at one of my really close friends in the bakery Isle at Aldi for taking the last tray of fairy cakes!
I found myself crying my eyes out when Band Aid played on the radio and then again when the heroine addict on Jeremy Kyle agreed to re hab!
The other little treat I have found I have with baby six is my honestly filter has disappeared.
If your lipstick looks shit you will probably get told,
If I need a Piss I will probably let you know
If you are boring me, my eyes start rolling
You get the idea.
That being said, my friends are amazing, they have put up with my bullshit hormones and even laughed at them.
They understand when I don’t text straight back because I’m up to my elbows in baby shit and housework.
They understand if I forget one of their birthdays because my brain is like a squashed melon.
They understand when they come over and I haven’t got dressed properly.