Mmmmm wine.

This mummy has had wine, and half a beer, and completely forgot she'd taken some good painkillers before opening the first bottle. Shit, crap, weeeeee, oops.

Just to clear up one point - no I don't drink all the time. I fucking wish I could, but my liver argues and so does my entire fucking body at 6am the next morning when the baby wakes for a feed and the room is still spinning when I stand. It is an every now and then thing, done when I need a wind down. Tonight the ex (I shall call him Mr M from now on), Mr M is here tonight, he is looking after the girls while I'm off to an expo (not sexpo unfortunately) with a girlfriend in the morning. I need out of the house people! I'm pretty sure my skin has taken on the same yellow glow as the mother fucking walls.

Yup it has!!

I may or may not be swigging said wine from the bottle. Eh fuck it, I never claimed to have class!!!!!
Hahahah me classy? Yeah no, not even close. Ok I'll draw the line with some things, but all and all I'm pretty fucking vulgar. I said the word "twat" at my own daughters second birthday party, about my then under age sister. I'm the child my own mother worries about in social situations, or any situation for that matter. Sorry mum.
(I bet family members are reading this right now and smiling and nodding. Haha fuck you blood loves, fuck you kindly). 

You know what's making this all the more fucking awesome? BOTH girls are fast asleep and haven't stirred. *touch wood* .... Probably jinxed it now.

Eh, I need to pee.