My Husband
bought me flowers. Because he loves me? No, because “I’m so bloody mardy”
apparently. Of course I’m bloody mardy –
I have to put up with him, work full time, deal with a three year old teenager,
clean the house, worry about the cost of childcare makings us bankrupt and look
after the oldies! I don’t want friggin flowers. I want to come home from
visiting my elderly Aunt after a recent stay in hospital to find the Christmas
decorations neatly back in the box up put up in the loft for next December. Oh,
and pick up your wet towels while you are at it, throw your sweet wrappers in
the bin and take the salt and peri peri sauce off of the sofa and put it back
where it belongs! Yes, I am mardy and
peri-menopausal so beware! Husband, get
down the pub – woops, you can’t as it’s “Dry January”. Ha Ha! Seriously, I am proud of you Benny Boy. So
far you have lasted six whole days without a can of Fosters.
Friday
night I settled down to watch “Young Victoria” expecting a bit of Posh Spice as
a bubba and soon realised that I had my eyes glued to a beautiful love story
about Queen Vic. What a Woman. She had nine kids with Albert and it is true,
she did go a bit “doo lally” after he popped his clogs, but she was the
original Spice Girl and I proud that the Street where I live in was named after
her.
The
decorations and the tree have disappeared. The house is tidy but looks a bit
glum. I love a bit of flashing lights
and Christmas tackiness. We feel cheated as Benny Boy and I both had the flu
over Chrimbo. The festive season also bought some glum news. We were advised of
a shock relationship break up plus hearing of a few more of our friends that
have suffered miscarriages. I am amazed at the amount of people I know that are
struggling to make Baby Number two. Yes, they have already been blessed with a
child, but also know the joy and happiness that a baby can bring. I kind of
know their pain, I certainly feel it and have shed a tear for their loss but
nothing or no-one knows how devastating it is, only you, the Mum-to-be. The
only person that can fully share the sadness or more is the Dad. The Dad has to
watch his partner suffer the physical and emotional pain of miscarriage as well
as be there to offer support and help pick up the pieces. Yet, people forget
about the Dad and offer lots of sympathy and condolences to the woman. Often
the man suffers in silence. Please bear this in mind if you know of a couple
that have suffered baby loss. Please remember to extend your kindness to Daddy.
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