So I’ve been awol from the blogging world mainly because I’ve been working, trying to keep the midget alive, and trying to date in 2018 (you pick what was the hardest task). I’ve had lots of messages asking for the latest goss so this entry is all about updates on (surprise!) ME!
As my friends, family, and observant followers would know – I’ve recently moved out of my previous job as a 000 call taker and started work as an on-road paramedic. After a rigorous application and interview process, a couple of mental breakdowns from yours truly, and an induction at NSW Ambulance headquarters; I’ve been let loose in the big city to respond to emergencies. I’ve always said I work best under pressure, which was my excuse as to why I never started a uni assignment until the night before – and it turns out I was right. I’m having the time of my life and can’t imagine ever doing a normal job again.
Just before Bae’s last birthday I did some serious research to make sure I was armed and ready for the so-called “terrible twos”. The morning of his party I sat in his room next to the cot, staring at my little 1 year and 364.5 day old angel waiting for him to wake up and wondering what was in store for us. I don’t know what I was expecting really, I guess for the clock to hit the exact time he was born and his head to spin around on his shoulder while he morphed into a younger male version of Regan MacNeil from the Exorcist. What actually happened was he sat up in his cot, rubbed his eyes and asked for weetbix with honey. I wasn’t fooled though, the creepiest horror films always start with the cutest, normal kids right?
A few more weeks went by and still, nothing. He had the occasional tantrum over some serious issues regarding the correct episode of Bananas in Pyjamas being played, and one day he got pretty upset when he ran out of blueberries but every morning I continued to wake up to find he hadn’t murdered me in my sleep, and as far as I know he hadn’t strangled any puppies either. Then of course I started to wonder if there was something wrong, some kind of delayed onset of the dreaded twos. I consulted google, but other than diagnosing him with about four incurable diseases including one STD, I found it unhelpful.
Six months have gone by, and every now and then the devil emerges in the form of a sassy teenager in a midgets body, and I think it’s happening. But there’s about a three second rebound rate and he’s back being the cutest thing that ever blessed me with his presence, and I feel guilty for even the fleeting thoughts I had of sprinkling him with holy water. I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s still a toddler and he still has his moments of driving me so mad that I’m just about ready to throw both him, and Bananas in Pyjamas in the bin – but 90% of the time he’s wonderful and even if it turns out he is broken I still wouldn’t change him for the world.
DATING IN 2018… (and a few weeks of 2019)
As you know cute boy AKA the fireman, has been a repeat offender throughout the year – and yes girls it’s the news you’ve all been waiting for, scream into your pillows and pop the champagne, it’s OFFICIAL. Big Bae is now boyfriend Bae, and much to his disgust he now completes all boyfriend duties such as carrying heavy items, buying me jewellery, and wearing sensible shorts to all family events and talking about the weather with my 8th cousin twice removed.
I have to say, considering the amount of baggage I have, and the baggage he pretends not to have, we’ve had an exceptionally drama free year. He’s very funny, and clever (for a fireman) and contain your ovaries, because he also cooks. Here’s some of the milestones we’ve had in the last few months;
1. Spent four amazing days together on a holiday, and neither of us cried
2. Had our first real fight, and only one of us cried
3. First Christmas together, the fireman’s wallet cried
Now I don’t want to make anyone jealous so I’ll add in here that regardless how wonderful they can be – a boy is still a boy, and last week after I had terrible day at work mine tried to comfort me by giving me a friendly punch on the shoulder and saying “Stay strong slugger”. So don’t worry, this ain’t no fairytale.
Until next time
XOXO Gossip Girl