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Letter To Santa

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I haven’t written a letter to Santa in years. I quite miss it. Hours of looking through the Argos catalogue at toys I wanted, assessing the prices as to what Santa could afford, circling, cutting out, ripping, tearing and trying to write in my neatest handwriting as to why I deserved the present to the value of around £20.
The letter was of course then checked by my parents, for spelling and neatness non the less, and then I would help light the fire, carry the coal and wood in, sprinkle a little sugar on it (that was always the fun part) and hold newspaper across it to help it start up. When it calmed down to a nice flame, I would put my letter towards the chimney and up it would fly out the top and travel on it’s way to Santa.

Technology has changed a lot since I was little, so I’m sure if I put it on this blog his little cyber elves will be sure to find it.

Dear Santa,

I’ve been a little bit naughty this year. I’ve done a lot of things I shouldn’t have done, but none by intention. I blame the alcohol. The alcohol should be on the naughty list, and I should be on the nice list. That is how this should work. I’m sure even you get a bit cheeky after all that egg nog and mulled wine.
I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t have, but thats Cupid’s fault right? No, not your reindeer, that little guy in the nappies with the bow and arrow.

I’m not asking for much this year, not even something to the value of £20.
This year I would like no arguing at Christmas, no attention seeking and tantrums from my sister, and no brother-in-law to be shoving iced cakes down my expensive dress. No mother screaming at me to do everything because no one else can be bothered, no father asking for the receipt for his Christmas presents and no one at the pub asking me how I’m getting on in London hoping to hear not well. And no one to ask why I haven’t got some charming boyfriend yet. Especially not my ex.

I would like everyone to be able to be civil to each other just for the Christmas period, then we can all go back to our own little happy lives again.

Christmas will never be as good as it was when I was little, too many people who made Christmas what it was have passed away. The only thing that would make Christmas great again would be for my own little children running around bringing back the Christmas spirit, but that’s a while off yet. So for now, peace and harmony is all I’m asking for Santa

Hope you enjoy your cookies and milk

Mistress Mummy x

P.S Merry Christmas

Do Men Ever Grow Up?

Men are actually infuriating.

Mr Married Man has spat his dummy out again. It’s actually rather hard to have an argument on BBM. I get his messages, but mine send with a 20 minute delay. So he doesn’t get my replies for 20 minutes. And then it decided to send them in the wrong order. Or not at all. Yay. Blackberry, I hate you.

I like to speak my mind, because otherwise I will have something stuck in my mind, and it will grow into something completely insane. So I said it. Somtimes it seems like you only want me for a baby. Everything just seems to be about a baby nowadays. He replied I want you, and I want us to be together, and because of that I want us to have a baby IF you do too Good answer. But he couldn’t just stop there. This turned into the most hurtful thing I had ever said to him apparently. That I was accusing him. That I had called him some weirdo. That I’m horrible to him. That I have too many doubts and concerns about him and his motivations. Motivations? It sounds like a murder enquiry now.

Mr Married Man has now decided May if far too soon, and 2013 is the earliest a baby is going to happen. Notice I said Mr Married Man has decided. I don’t even get a say in this anymore.

At least he thinks we’ll still be together in 2013. That’s a long way away.
But if I’m so horrible to him, then why would he want to be with me?

I wanted to finish my Christmas shopping finished this morning. I only have until tomorrow morning, then I’m pretty much screwed. I can’t face going out yet though, I’m all puffy eyed. Not attractive. I also need to pack for going home.

I just want to crawl back into bed and start the day again. I don’t wish for it to be tomorrow, because time is needed at the moment. Christmas has crept up on me, and I don’t like it one bit.

I hate crying still, it’s pointless. But at least it shows I care more about this than I thought.

I asked my friend a question:

This morning I had a loving boyfriend who wanted to have a family with me and give me everything I could ever want. Am I crazy for wanting a baby with him, or crazy for throwing it all away?

The reply

Love makes people do crazy things, Mistress Mummy. It’s not something I can answer, its for you to decide. You need to decide if he makes you happy more than he makes you sad

I can’t find the comment, but someone else also suggested I write a list of Pro’s and Con’s. I saw this done on an episode of Friends. Ross did it about Rachel. She found it, and it didn’t end well. So I’m slightly put off that idea.

I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what he decides yet

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2012; New Year, New Mind

I hate new years resolutions. I can never think of anything good, or stick to it.

I wrote a post the other day, published it, looked at it again and deleted. I would never be able to stick to the things.

I asked Mr Married Man for some advice. He gave me these:

1. Stop taking contraption
2. Have sex more than once in a day with my boyfriend
3. Get pregnant asap

1. Not until May.
2. How dare I only have sex with him once when I last saw him? Possible for the first time it hasn’t been more than that.
3. Not until May.

So shall ignore his suggestions.

I wanted something that would change my outlook, rather than physical changes.

So far I have these…

*Don’t be pressured into things
*Do what makes me happy
*Don’t worry so much
*Be myself
*Smile

I shall try my best to stick to these, and perhaps add a few more along the way.

What are your New Years Resolutions? And do you think you’ll be able to stick to them?

Inspired by Mrs Slummy Mummys Anti-Resolution

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I Don’t Understand Men

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Whoever said women were confusing, was wrong. It’s the men. Definitely. They play games.

As I mentioned, I joined a socialising website to meet new people. I met a few people off it, but it was pointless. So I didn’t use the website much. The one thing I did do though was go clubbing every weekend in the West End. There was a host, and about 10/15 people who would go and it was great. I met some lovely people there who I still see and get on well with, and the ones I didn’t like, I didn’t have to talk to.

The host, liked to play games. He had a girlfriend when I met him, yet he still kissed me. He said he wasn’t her girlfriend. So I asked her, she seemed nice, and he seemed like a dick. He denied it completely and by the end of the night she was back with him giggling as he rubbed an ice cube down my arm, winked, and kissed her. A few weeks later she was dumped, no surprise. He would dance with all the girls on the nights out, and pull a few, but always go back to me. If I was dancing with someone else, he would be watching and come over. If I ignored him, he would try harder. He snogged a girl whilst stood next to me to make sure I could see, I ignored him, he then moved behind me to snog her and squeezed my bum. This girl, you could tell, was a clinger. She would not leave him alone for the rest of the night and argued with him for trying to dance with other girls. I thought it was hilarious. I’ve not been on a night out in a while, but text occasionally to see what clubs they’re going to. I said I wasn’t coming out tomorrow. He text me a heart back. I don’t understand. Little things like this confuse me. He said he just felt like sending it.

Then there’s another guy I dated. He could get me my own room at a posh hotel, free dinner with champagne and an unlimited bar tab (although, he wasn’t around at all apart from dinner). One night I got a little bit too drunk, security took me up to his room and we had sex, for about 30 seconds. Impressive right? Didn’t see him much after that. Not seen him in months. At midnight the other week he BBM’s me, pinged me, and rang me as I didn’t respond asking if I was out. I wasn’t and said my bb died as to why I didn’t reply. A week later he asked what I was doing, I said I was at my boyfriends. Oooooh get you!! Are you married yet. Strange reply I thought. Jealous? ;) I replied, as his response was a bit immature to say the least. A tad ;) he replied. So I haven’t seen this guy in months, and now he’s decided he’s jealous because I have a boyfriend. Men, you make no sense.

I don’t think I’ll ever understand!