Canterbury

Went to Canterbury today and spent the whole day spending money I didn't have. Until two weeks ago I was a Canterbury virgin. I had no idea what I was missing. The city is gorgeous. I can spend the whole day walking around and not really notice how much I'm spending until I get home.

I didn't make this trip by myself though. Rhub was the one that introduced me to this lovely city and he's been the brave soul to escort me twice now on my adventures through Canterbury.

every time we go, we seem to follow the same routine. It involves a hot chocolate at Costas in Maidstone, lunch at Marlows in Canterbury and getting wasted at a pub before catching the train to Faversham and being driven home by one VERY understanding husband. In the meantime, we walk around and shop. I'm telling you, life is good!

Christmas Display

I'm in bed all warm and cozy, surfing the net to try and come up with an idea for a Christmas display for the children's library where I work. My manager wants to have a meeting tomorrow morning to discuss ideas. Because it has to be PC, we can't have any religious images, unless of course we include every other religion celebrating around this time. Only then can we maybe have a guiding star or a wise man. It's also come to my attention that the word "Christmas" may also be out of the question as it has the word "Christ" in it.

I'm tempted just to propose a snowman in a snow storm theme. All we would have to do is cover all the displays with white paper and have done with it!

I CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE!

For the third night in a row I haven't been able to get into a deep sleep. Every time I nod off I dream about work. People doing everything but their jobs.

At the moment, myself and my partner in crime Garita, are slowly working our way through a management shift. New managers, new ideas. Its keeping up with it all that's the challenge. The constant not knowing where we stand is the main reason for MY lack of sleep. Poor Garita is feeling the pressure a bit more than me though, having the stress of moving house to deal with as well.

I just wish that we could work as a team instead of being treated like we can't do our jobs and should be supervised at all times!

Husbands

You know, husbands get a lot of grief now a days. They are expected to be good providers AND be good with kids AND do chores AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST be amazing lovers. It's no wonder that men feel a little overwhelmed sometimes.

I know, I know, women will let you believe they have it harder but to be quite honest, outside the actual pregenacy and giving birth part, women and men have about the same level of stress placed on them.

Men feel inferior if they don't bring home enough money whilst women are constantly battling to keep the figures they had when their husbands first met them. Once children come into the picture most of the focus is placed on them and most of the love life is retired. Women feel fat, husbands feel ignored and everyone blames each other.

I think as a woman I should step up and give husbands their due. True you're not perfect but hey life wouldn't be the same without you.

Life is Funny Sometimes

Today, for the first time in weeks, I had a spare moment to turn on my laptop and finally update my blog. It took me two weeks to get over my jet lag. It was horrible. I couldn't get enough sleep and my mood swings were impossible. Instead of doing essenial things like going online or doing chores, I just slept and tried to stay out of trouble at work whilst being in a complete daze.

I've been miserable company for all of my friends. I feel quite sorry for one friend in particular. He's going through a hard time at the moment and I've just burdened him with my problems. He's been a great friend and I'd like to take this opportunity to publicly thank him. Thanks.

Well, because I haven't been myself recently, I've fallen behind on everything. My house work, my reading, my blogging (as many of you have probably noticed), etc. And the thing is, the longer I don't feel like doing any of these things, the further behind I get. And the further behind I get, the more I don't feel like doing anything. A vicious cycle. Hopefully, I can sleep through my one day off (tomorrow) and ignore life's little responsibilities for yet another week.

By the way, Happy Belated Birthday Neath!