Here I am again, actually writing a blog post for you all to pass the time (probably on the toilet) with.
As you can see, I’ve had to change my blogging forum to WordPress as Blogger seems to have given up the ghost on me. I have access to my old posts, but unfortunately don’t know whether I can change them over to this site. But, I’m sure that’s none of your concern, so let’s get down to business, shall we?
Since we’re starting afresh, it’s only right to introduce myself. My name is Abi, I’m 23 years old and I’m the proud owner of an almost two year old. My favourite activities include waking up to the sweet scent of a shitty nappy in my face and a cup of tea at the crack of dawn, reading the same ‘Dear Zoo’ book about eleventy hundred times before 10am, drinking Tepid Tea, watching CBeebies until I’m about ready to put my head in a very hot oven and finally, fantatsising about wine time.
I’m a part time worker and a part time parent in the eyes of the government, when in reality, I’m just trying to find a balance between the two. Very important to add here that I love my job, and not going to work just isn’t an option for me. I would also like to add that I salute all stay at home parents currently rocking manically in the corner from a bing overload, trying to gather their thoughts whilst that whiney little shit bag bleats through their very soul.
We live in the sleepy county of Devon with my fiancé who I’ll refer to as ‘Daddy’. Sometimes, you’ll read some quite horrifyingly nasty things about Daddy, but rest assured I don’t beat him and I haven’t fantasised about killing him in about a month, which is a new record here in the Tepid Tea Household. Rest assured I do love Daddy with my heart and soul… but sometimes, as you’ll come to read… Daddy can be a bit of a twat.
I generally parent with rich tea biscuits, but if the tantrum is really that soul destroying, I’ll usually chuck in a bourbon or a chocolate digestive to defuse the situation. N generally eats a varied diet, but sometimes his biscuit quota is higher than others. I’ve also been known to use mini cheddars as means to get my toddler to stop talking about cars for 10 seconds.
That’s all you need to know about me for now, but I’m sure you’ll be hearing again from me soon. I need to quickly leave this blog post here, as the twirlywoos have finished and I can hear N about to lose his shit.