Reasoning

Why does everything in life have to have a reason behind it. Why cant you just be doing something because you want to, because it will bring you happiness.

Rules should be broken, it brings you the adventures within your life, tests your personality and the way your mind works. It gets you thinking.

Everything in life you should think about, there could be drastic consequnces if you dont.

For example if i didnt think about taking my asthma medications i would be dead. If i didnt think about putting on my seat belt when i set off to drive and then didnt think about hitting the breaks when the lights turn red i would be dead.

Not everything needs a reasoning for it to be done, but everything needs a purpose.

I hate having to explain to people what im doing, how long im going to be etc etc

I moved out from my parents when i was 17 so i managed to lead my life without telling someone my every move.
Recently since ive moved in with my other half it seems like everything we do has to be explained and reasoned to her mum. I feel like i need to explain to her why i go to the toilet as well its that bad. Having had 5 years of freedom so to speak from constant questioning i now feel like im a convict on parole explaining my tag.

It sucks

Surly as an adult we shouldnt have to.

The purpose of this post is because my partner is currently shitting her pants about what her parents are going to say about a delivery we will be having in the next 2 days. We have ordered a pram and car seat. It was a fantastic deal that we got offered and didnt want to miss the opportunity of having it as its the pram weve always wanted. My partner now seems to think we have to be prepared for 50 million questions for when it arrives as her mum will be nosey and want to watch the delivery be opened and then will most definatly have something to say about it.

I really cant wait to get out of this friggin house. To be our own people again. For my partner to actually be thet adult she is.

Rant over.

TTFN

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Vets, Pain and Feeling sad.

This morning was a blinking early start but sadly it had to be done. Our little girlie Dixie had to go to vets for her third lot of injections and also to be micro chipped. I was already worried about the pain it would cause her because of when I went with mum when she had a puppy. My partners mum went in with the nurse first and came out as if nothing happened so I guessed it may not be as bad now a days. In we both go with our pooch being optimistic about it all. First up was the injection, the needle itself didnt actually hurt her but the fluid did when it was going in. She wimpered and shuffled across the table to us both. We just looked at each other feeling helpless. Next up was the microchip. Looking at the needle, to me it just looked like an average size needle that I get stuck in me when I go into hospital. Again, the needle didnt hurt Dixie, but when they slid in the chip she yelled...and everyone in the pets at home store heard her aswell. We both looked at each other again, gave her lots if hugs and attention, and gave her the treat we braught with us. She bled a lot, which we are also super suprised by. The good thing is, that she does need any more needles being stabbed into her untill next year, and as of today she is now allowed on walks in the public. We are excited about going to the beach, this is great as shes a huge digger so will be right in her element and also gets to go in the sea. After our big ordeal at the vets, we decided that taking her for a walk this affternoon would be to much, so we settled down and watched a film. Myself and the other half snuggled on the sofa like the goid old days, these moments remind me just how much I love her. On the other hand, there are still massive issue with her mum and her attitude. She always has to be right, even though shes blatently wrong. She is insiting on cooking first every meal time which is also pissing us off. I change my nebs to 1730 because she would always cook from around 1800 -1830. Which generally meant we were having to eat stupidly late which wasnt helping our weightloss. But low and behold, the minute we change our arrangements, she changes hers, uses every pan we were going to use and then doesnt clean it up, so we are delayed even more. Like tonight, she cooked, then we had to, and whilst we were finishing off, she barged into the kitchen and started doing her pudding. Bearing in mind, the kitchen is bloody tiny and theres no room to swing a cat, let alone have three peaople cooking whilst also juggling 2 puppies. She then gets pissy at my other half about simple things like not scratching her mums bad on demand and also not looking after her pup whilst she has her pudding...even though weve not even started our tea. Everything else in life is plodding on...but bloody hell, her mum is doing my freaking head in, and I fear the stress may actually make it extremely hard for us to get pregnant. Oh well, only time will tell. TTFN XXXX