Fourteen things you didn’t know.
1. I am useless with all things math. I count on my fingers, I don’t know the multiplication tables and the only part of it I ever understood was algebra. Because it was partially letters.
2. I have a huge fear of skeletons. And the dark. Both stem from a misread VCR tape when I was six that I read as “Polite guest” but was in fact “Poltergeist”. I slept with my parents for three months, and when they finally got me to the point I could sleep in my own bed I still had nightmares for about another year intermittently. That movie scarred me for life. I wish I was exaggerating.
3. I can’t swim. Well, technically I can swim, enough so as not to drown while hanging out in the pool with the kids. But if I got stuck in a rip at the beach? Bye Bye, world.
4. I like to clean the house. Providing it’s in a state of “lived in”, not ” a herd of wild animals moved in and trashed the house, one room at a time for a month”. I like taking something messy, and making it clean. I like when everything has it’s own place. It makes me feel better about my life when my house is clean.
5. I am terrible with money. This is a real problem when I’m not working, and husband gets paid monthly. If there is ever a family that needs to budget and stick to it, it’s this one! I am working on this, but it’s slow going.
6. I miss going to church regularly. I also miss having a church that I feel I belong in. For the longest time I would walk into church and feel like I belonged there. After Lucy was born I started questioning different aspects of different things and decided I didn’t like the fit there. I’ve never really found another church since that I “clicked” with. I know we will one day find what we’re looking for.
7. I cant step onto an escalator without first counting to three. Matt knows now, he and Lucy go ahead and get on, and I lag behind, mentally counting and stepping. It’s embarrassing, but he accepts me and my crazy.
8. I always tell people I love horror movies. I actually hate them. See number #2
9. I absolutely one hundred percent can not cook. Even stuff out of packets often ends up overcooked, undercooked or charcoal. Matt cooks almost everything we eat. I got ambitious last night and cooked dinner. It sucked.
10. I am ridiculously attached to my stupid, clumsy cat. She is a total idiot, and the thought of something happening to her makes me cry. I’ve never been quite as attached to an animal as I am to her. I bought her to help Lucy adjust after we lost Ariana and then she went and wormed her stupid self into my heart. (To date she has tried to up and die, 4 times since we bought her. Just under a year ago. Yeah, stupid cat.)
11. I watch trashy TV, and I love it.
12. I should exercise more than I do, but with a broken foot and a pelvis that slips out of place thanks to two pregnancies in close succession, most days it’s all I can do to walk without crying in pain. I’ve been toying up the idea of running each morning, and I actually really want to do it. I will just have to see if my body will cooperate.
13. I really don’t want to go back to work in the new financial year. I rushed back to work after Lucy was born because of my PND, I needed to get out and do something different, something for me. But this time, I’m not depressed. I enjoy being home with the kids, and the thought of going back to work kind of makes me want to cry.
14. The most mortifying experience of my entire life was not long after Oliver was born, and I got the spinal headache. They took me back to theatre to try for the blood patch (which failed). When they bought me back I wasn’t allowed out of bed for eight hours, I had to be flat on my back. By hour two, I needed to pee. By hour three, It was at a point that I could no longer ignore and I was actually wishing that my catheter hadn’t been removed that morning. I called for the nurse, and told them my problem. A bedpan was presented to me. I almost died. I’d just had a baby, ‘yo. Things were not pretty, I felt like I was going to die, and now I had to use a bedpan. While laying down. My nurse was a MAN.