Cheese grater heels

You know your self maintenance has hit an all time low when your kid helpfully suggests using your heels to grate cheese because they “are so sharp and broken….like a cheese grater.”

So helpful.  Look kid I know Mommy looks a little rough, but its bacause I spend all my time time looking after you you ungrateful little…. and doesn’t have any time left for herself.

I really do need to take better care of myself though, doctors orders.  He apparently doesn’t have kids.  Or a thyroid condition. 

I have to do something though. This morning I started regretting my very open and blunt relationship with my hair dresser when she told me I look like an extra off The Walking Dead.  *sigh*   

Mommy needs a holiday. 


But I don’t get it….

Thyroid Mari.  Get it, my name is Mari, and I have a thyroid condition.  Thyroid Mary?  Typhoid Mary? THYROID Ma….oh forget it!  Sometimes I hate my family’s lack of world history.   

Of course it doesn’t help that my mother in her infinite wisdom spelt my name different than normal so everyone thinks my name is Marri or something.  Mari, like MARY!   I’ve given up correcting people.  Oh wait I just did…

Speaking of world history, I love it.  LOVE IT!!!   But I’m very glad I live now, what with the “die a slow and terrable death due to your medical condition” situation if I lived any other time in history. Ill take “horrable ways to die for 400 Alex”

Hi I’m Mari and Its been 12,897 days since my last blog post.

That’s how these meetings start right?

So…I’ve never blogged.  I’ve always loved writing even though I’m not any good at it, so I thought a blog would be a good medium to spill my thoughts on being a mom, soon to be wife (because I cant find the right symbol for the “C” in fiance), career woman and did I mention sick as a dog?   Ya.  That’s me!

Having put The Girl on the school bus I am now suppose to be working.  However my brain has said fuck you decided it doesn’t want to function today so here I sit, while my work piles up.   I do math for a living. Which is ironic because I always barely and sometimes didn’t pass math in school.  Yet I am extremely good at my job.   At least normally.  I have hypothyroidism and for some unknown reason I have gone down hill medically very, very fast in the last few months.  Specialist has no idea why.  (Go on Doc, tell me we will run some more tests ONE MORE TIME!!!)  It makes it almost impossible to do my job.  I have already had to drop 95% of my clients, but even that doesn’t seem to be enough to stay on top of my work load.    Ive even had to ask my mother god help me to come stay with me to help me with my daughter.  Galling!

My life is  a mess.  A good, happy mess, but still a total fucking mess.

Welcome to the insanity!