The children are our future

Curled up on the couch, stuffing your face with crisps, watching a woman having an epidural... just your average Tuesday night hey?

Watching programmes about birth actually has the adverse effect on me. Rather than feeling broody and longing to be giving birth again it makes me shudder and think my GOD I do NOT want to have to go through that EVER again. I can literally feel their pain. And that is me not being a drama queen. Actually, I have no idea why I do watch these programmes. Maybe that slight evil streak in me that likes watching people in pain... although the babies are pretty cute. And I'm lying because I would do it again. Just not for a very long time.

I've been thinking a bit today. People won't believe that but it's true. About the prediction that we are all going to die on 21st December 2012. It makes me laugh. Not in a sadistic way. Just that I can't believe people actually believe it. Apparently the Mayans predicted the end of the world on that day. Their calendar runs out on that date. So that's what it must mean right? Not to mention they managed to wipe themselves out by poisioning themselves, contaminating their own water supply by throwing sacrificed humans' corpses into their resevoir. I refuse to believe anybody who is that stupid. People are literally going mad thinking that they are right. I mean, come on... seriously? Nobody can predict the end of the world! Some are saying that actually we may experience a polar shift resulting in another ice age. Now that is something to be afraid of! I'm sitting in my lounge with the heating on and I'm still freezing my arse off. I wouldn't survive an ice age. I won't even consider going skiing in the Alps. Too much ice, too much snow, too much COLD! What the hell happened to global warming??! I could deal with that.

Aside from contemplating a future wrapped in a fur coat and ice skating my way around town what else has happened these last few days? Well my daughter's good for nothing father played another blinder on Sunday. He used to live bit of a drive away so I didn't ask him to get her ready for bed before he brought her home. But as he has moved nearer I asked him would he mind doing it now. Now, coming from the man that believes he deserves a "Parent of the Year" award, what would you think he said? "Yes of course?" "Consider it already done!" "I would love to, so I can spend some time bonding with my daughter by bathing her and being an actual father." Not quite. He pretty much said "No." His reasoning? He still has to travel. Seriously, I'm not quite sure what it is that he thinks classifies him as a good parent. Perhaps he lives in his own delusional dream world where taking your daughter out with your boyfriend and having a jolly old time and that's where the "parenting" ends is enough for you to lie in bed at night and be confident that you are as good a parent as you could be. Unfortunately for him, and I'm not sure if anybody has told him yet, you also have to feed, change, bath and do all the things I assume he considers a chore and refuses to, and has always refused, to do. As I have previously stated though, Karma is a fantastic thing and he will be the number one person I will enjoy watching come to his slow and painful downfall when his selfish and egotistical lifestyle comes back to bite him in the arse.

And breathe....

In other news, my ex, as you know, is in Austria. I had heard nothing from him since Saturday. Which is fine. I don't expect to be on his mind. Not with all the alcohol and snowboarding and girls (I really hope he never reads this or I might be in some serious trouble) Anyway, I had a voicemail earlier on. It was from him, saying he wanted to let me know that he missed me and that his phone wasn't working. I just love being headscrewed. Love it. Well, not long until D-Day. Then I can stop being stuck in limbo not sure whether I'm coming or going. That would be nice.