Really? Oh yes.

I mean, pandering to the cat and dog to the extent that she'll allow them to drink the remainder of her milk from her breakfast bowl out of the bowl itself.

That, for me is just disgusting.

Oh yes, I said to stop it, too right I did. But she won't be told what to do, will she. Nope, what we'll do instead is to make sure 'Dad's' not around when it happens instead.

I mean, what the animals want is far more important than what I and the kids want.

Not a cross word to the cat about crapping on the carpet, or the dog for insanely barking. Bless them, she loves them and they love her.

I've woken up today and felt a wave of desire come over me to "Write It Down".

 You see, nearly a year ago something happened in our house (which I'll write about later).

 In my eyes, what happened was, well - extra-ordinary.

So upset by it was I at that time, I took myself off to the doctors. I had been meaning to go anyway, I'd been feeling low up until that point anyway and needed to chat with someone about the levels of my drinking that had been rising.

 I suppose like all qualified people, she did something quite clever. Of course the drinking is a bad idea, but what's important is what's

Now that’s a pretty broad question, I know, but you know how it is – you become so caught up in your own circle of family and the problems you have that you forget that there’s a whole world going on outside.

And my thoughts are all influenced by my own situation. And my thoughts aren’t nice.

I read blog comment after blog comment from women who have loved and been wronged. But I’m a bloke that has loved and been wronged. So why didn’t I find one of you to love? We could have righted together not wronged each other.

Ah… such is life.

DrewB