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Dairy 8/1/18 to 14/1/18.

Diary: Mouse
Monday 8th January 2018:4am: Sweet baby J! How much snot can two babies make? Every time I put one down the other cries or starts coughing. Hate this, I should be able to make them better.
7am – Thank you for bringing me tea! And thank you for offering to take the day off to look after them, but I’m a big girl I can do this. You have so much work on, it does not do for both of us to be tired! Love you x
7.45 – Aunty May has turned up with her knitting. She is making me breakfast and then told me to go take a nap, she also said she will sit with the girls while I nap. She has made a pot of tea, has her book and her knitting. When I tried to say I was fine, I got told to hush, eat my eggs and be a good girl. I’m being Domed by my 82-year-old aunty!
11.50am – Holy cow! I really was shattered! Being woken up with a cup of tea and told to take a shower and that lunch is at 12.30 is the best feeling in the world!
12.30pm – I think today is about just holding it together and not over thinking things! My head is not a pretty place to be today. So, I am not going to over do it or push myself to hard. Aunty May has made bonfire night soup and soda read, with proper butter.
1.30pm- Aunty May is watching the babies and I’m off to dump rubbish!
2pm- home and planning tonight’s classes! I am terrified that after 4 months of not teaching owners that my brain has turned to mush! Might have to extra meds tonight 
3pm – I have wrapped the babies up warm, got my hat, scarf, and gloves on. Bella and mad eye have their coats and harnesses on we are going for a walk, I need fresh air.
4pm – lord, that really did help! Blowy, cold, and damp, but it helped!
4.20pm – babies sleeping, so I’m doing 30 mins of writing!
4.45pm – Ok given up writing chatting with snuggles and Sir Beasty instead, much giggles to be had!
5pm- time to cook dinner, best steer clears of the garlic tonight!
5.55pm – Did you know this is the first ‘Dinner time’ we have all sat down to after a full working day this year? I do love that everyone turns up at 5.5o or so and we seem to spring in to action as a little family unit!
6.30pm – well time to get changed. Again, thank you for offering to come and support me at classes. But I need to do this for myself.
9pm – lesson done! I did it go me!
11pm – bedtime story, snacks and lights out. it has been a hard day, tomorrow will be kinder!
2am – great now they want Justine Bieber songs with their feed! You git!
Tuesday 9th January 2018: 5.30am – Mwah! Thank you for getting up with the girls and doing feeds and bums! I really need to stretch!
6.30am – so I’m having breakfast in bed with kitten, we have a secret mission for Sir Beasty! Maw-ha-ha-ha!
8.30am- so dressed and ready to go to my English class! Babies and I seem to of dressed the same today! Did you mean to do that??
9.30- Tiger have unicorn head phones again! I may have just bought 4 pairs. #sorrynotsorry
10am – English lesson time!
10.45am – Oh bum in a jock strap! Sir Beasty is on-line and wants to chat and I don’t want to be rude, but also, I need to do brain work!
11.20am – ok I may have eaten MacDonald’s fries, sorry!
12.30pm – Jeans, t-shirts and hoddies bought, now home for lunch.
1pm – Uncle Fred is here and has salad sandwiches! Lunch time companion!
2pm – stuffed! Babies down for naps, mummy is doing house work!
4-pm – house cleaned, tea prepped, and babies fed, burped, changed bums and back to sleep. I’m off to write in little space!
5.30pm – so you are waking me up with kisses was nice, but I wasn’t sleeping. Just checking for light leaks! So, you fancy a hand job before tea?
6pm – girls home from work and we are having chinses food cooked by you?! umm ok then!
7pm- you let me have veggie noodles and did them all safe and everything! Not that I’m saying this, but do you fancy cooking dinner in the nude sometime, we would love that! 😉
8.30pm – Clean Babies, fed and in bed! Bed as told, but can I write, story idea! Please!!!
11pm – Bedtime story and tuck in?! don’t like babe being away and little bear working nights!
Wednesday 10th January 2018: 6am – Yoga time! Stretchy Pixie time!!!
7.am – I don’t like not having little bear or babe here breakfast. It feels empty and I miss them):
8.30am – see you tonight x x x x. house work started kitchen and babies sorted. And little bear tucked up in bed. She looked little and tired):
9am- Ummm so let me get this straight, you want me and the babies to take Big Steve shopping for suits and to have lunch with him? Oh, Ok if I must!
9.30am- His got the big car! I have decided I want to be Tigger for the day! I bounced on stave and Sir Beasty!
10am – let me at them suits!!!
1pm- Good lord, that man knows how to shop! He got the twins gap hoodies and jeans! We are having Mexican food for lunch!
2.30pm- home from lunch, babies fed, changed, and tucked up for naps. That is where I’m heading now, before you grump at me!
4pm – blimey I was a tired Pixie pops! Little bear has woken up in a very good mood and even got the babies up. Found them sat on the floor watching TV together! Yes, I know but they looked like they were watching with her, ok?
5pm- Well that is babies fed, bag backed for tomorrow, lunches made, outfits laid out and washing on. Now for dinner!
5.45pm- You was nearly late! Go get changed or no dinner!
6pm – yes, I did you stake for dinner and yes, I made baked spuds, who does the food round here buster!
7pm- shower time with kitten, can we play please?
7.50pm – Thank you for sitting and watching big man, I do love that!
8pm – baby baths are such fun! Umm I do think we might be taking a few to many pics though, maybe?
9pm – Babies asleep, and yes, I’m off to bed!
10pm – I swear writing for an hour before bed helps me get sleepy as hell! Can we “cuddle” please, that would help me and kitten sleep!
11.30pm – holy fuck, I know kink of the week is anle , but FUCK! Oh and what the fuck got in to you!!! I’m going to have bruises for weeks and the teeth marks on my shoulder, nice touch! But now sleep? Please?
Thursday 11th January 2018:5am- Connie and Evie want to come and do yoga, no really they do and I might want quiet cuddles, is that ok?!
6.15am – have you got you sleuth pants on today?! How did I not hear you come down and start breakfast? Not complaining! Boiled eggs and avacrdo toast! Love you x
7am – kitten cuddles, baby bathing and hot tea!
8am – double checking my bag, for the 5th time. I am so nerves and nervous. Will you please look after my babies? I know you will, but love them extra hard for me? Connie likes to see Evie when she goes down for her naps and does not like wearing her mittens, but needs them on cos she is itchy. Evie likes cuddles before her morning feed, holding Connie’s foot when you do her nappy and like raspberries on her tummy once it’s done. You know all that right? They don’t like radio 4 or 1, but love radio 2 or Kane fm.
8.30am – Coffee money and a lift! Thank you x x x x
9am – here goes!
10.15am- Why are you sending me pics of you willy? And very rude exploit text? Need you knob now!
10.30am – Thank you for saying I can go calm myself down, but what if I get caught or something?
10.45am – Did it! Now I need to behave or I’m not going to do well in this class.
12.30- Lunch time. I’m going to sit in the outside seating bit. I know I should go and find someone to eat with, but I’m not that brave.
1.30pm – chemistry time!
2.45pm – Break time and phone call home. No, I’m not checking up on you, just checking in to see that your all ok!
4.30 – college over and done for the day! I did it, I really did it! Epp!
4.35pm – your bought my babies to meet me! x x x x x x x x x x x
4.50pm – do I have to take a nap?!!?
5.45pm – ok dogs bursting in on me to wake me up is great, Mad Eye farting and walking off not so great! Little shit!
6pm – Wow you did spaghetti and tomato sauce, yay!
7pm – Really, I must take a bath and put jammies on?!?! (:
7.30pm – I don’t like babe and little bear not being here): but I do like T.V and cuddle with you and kitten (:
8.45pm- Boobie, burp, bum, and bed!
9pm – I got old, I want to go to bed!
10.30pm – bedtime story, lights out and cuddles!
1.45am – oh Dear! We have a snotty situation going on in the girl’s room!

Friday 12th January 2018: 5.15am – thank you for getting up with me, so tired and needed your extra motivation to do yoga this time of the morning, after a night like that!
6am – Breakfast with the loving BDSM podcast! Yippy!
7.30am – thank for doing the babies so I can shower and get dressed. SOOO blinking tired!
8.30am – Babe is on her way home!!!!
9am – go to work already! If you don’t I’m never going to get this place clean and the ironing done!
10.30am – Bathrooms cleaned, towels on washing, sheets, and undies dry, hoovered, and mopped, not time for a snack and cup of tea!
11am ok living room time!
12.45 – Living room done, bedroom done! Not to play with babies and eat lunch!
1.30pm – babe is home, but she is so tired): made her a sandwich, cup of and sat her in front of the television.
2pm- have got babe to go bed, she looked done in for, so I asked her if she would please take a nap!
2.30pm- All the house work is done, babe is sound asleep, as are the twins. I am now going to sit and write!
4pm – Taking a nap myself now!
4.45pm – I really do love it when Kitten wakes me up with kisses! Little bear did the twins bottles and bums and babe is playing Xbox. The house is warm, full of noise and colour again. Simply makes me very happy!
5.30 pm – You’re a full 30 minutes earlier than I thought you would be! Go wash up or ill bite your bum!
6pm – Pizza and salad for tea is fabulous, add Bud light and I’m a happy girlie!
7pm – Shower time with babe! She even let me wash her hair and her back! She is ragged and tired, we need to love her a little harder for a bit sir. Seeing her family and Julie not being there is still so raw for the time being!
8.30pm – Babies first you monster, then sexy time!
You know how much I hate leaving kitten half way through eating her! 😛
9pm – Come on then big man, bring you’re A game!
1am – See your not getting old and still got it and some! You left marks on all 4 of us and I think babe need that. teeth marks on the inside of thighs is a nice extra and I love them! Sleep now though?
Saturday 13th January 21018: 6.30am – Thank you for letting me skip yoga this morning. So tired and sore. Right babies!
7.45- babies done, dressed, washed, hair up and ready for breakfast. Do you have to go to work?
8.15am – Right me and the twins are off to get the bus to my English class. Rahhh! I’m feeling super brave today!
9am – The building people are putting the hugest crane ever up and half the road is closed, and I’m stuck on the bus!
9.15 am – made it! Let the English lesson commence!
11am – can I get fries from McDonalds, please!!!!
12.30 pm on the bus home. tired and needy of rest!
1.15- home. babies fed, and bums done then lunch for this tired pixie!
2pm- You’re really missing out, all 4 of us are taking a nap together!
4pm – Where did you come from? Babies look so tiny when you carry them around! Why are you home so early?
4.30pm – Yay we are making homemade Mexican food for tea!
5.15- I did warn you about the chillies, silly head!
6pm- I love the fact I can feed the babies and dinner at the same time! Multy tasking or what! This is the best dinner ever, yours are such a good chef!
7pm- bath with the babies! Love this!!!’
8pm- babies sleeping! Time for cuddles in bed with my girls!
8.30pm – casualty, snacks, and beer! Rock and roll, we be!
10-pm so, your drunk! But not that I mind, means we get to listen to kinky books on the iPad!
12pm- you know they’re not even hunger or need bums doing. The cry, you pick them up and have a cuddle. Then full asleep in your arms!
3am – Mad Eye is at it again! With the add thing he seems to have taken to sleep in the door way to the girl’s room!
6.30am – how can you be so sodding chirpy, this time in the morning and no hang over! Thank you for doing the babies and letting me do yoga.
7.45am – So I have decided I’m not going to mass. I’m just not in the right frame of mind. Can we have a family day?
8am – little bear thought I looked sad, so got me jelly and cream.
9am – Kitten and I are doing lists of things we want to do next week. I have stickers out you have been warned!
10am – Babe is taking us all to hobby craft and I have £70 on my card cash account!
12pm- Whoop! I got barging’s and nice things! The babies liked pets at home.
1pm- home for lunch!
2.30pm – Have had lunch, done the 3 b’s, and now napping!
4pm – Blimey tired pixie pops! Babies playing with I be!
5pm – Pasta for dinner!
6.30- bath time, I think I have a cold):
7pm- turns out I really do have a cold!
9pm going to bed feel yucky!
10pm- Thank you for making me get up and have cold medicine, I know I moaned and whined, but I really did need it!
10.30pm – Bedtime story, cuddles and lights out. Thank you, x,

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Pixie's Prompt – my love language .

Take the love language test , write done you result, is it true? Explain. max 300 words.

My results are:

10 Words of Affirmation
7 Acts of Service
6 Physical Touch
6 Quality Time
1 Receiving Gifts

So this was actually not that surprising . I’m not big on receiving gift , although I do get given lots as rewards for being a good girl. I love my cuddlies and spending time with my partners. The acts of service part well I don’t agree with that as I would much prefer to be the one doing the act of service, I think I’m just hard weird that way. The words of affirmation well yeah! no shocker there. I / We have none for ages that I turn to goo after a partner tells me they are proud of me , or stop and listen to me or tell me I’m doing a good job. But it is also that being told I’m loved and that I’m wanted is a sure-fire way to make me feel calmer and smiley. So on the whole I think it’s true except the act of service part, as I really don’t like it when people have to feel they need to do stuff for me. but the rest is pretty on point. quite funnily Kitten got nearly the same as me , Babe got a really high score in quality time and Little bears highest for physical touch. The Boss Man got 11 for acts of service and 1 for receiving gift, so I think it shows that we really are well suited!

See you tomorrow kinkies!

Hugs,

Pixie x

 

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Pixie’s Prompt – three questions, 300 words.

Pixie’s Prompt – three questions, 300 words.
Answer the 3 questions in 300 words or less, but giving reasoned answer.

1) An important person in your life: My Great Aunty May. Simply because she is an amazing woman. Strong minded, open, and clever. She has taught me some many things about being who I am. She is a feisty lady, who is farce and brave, even when she’s not. But the thing I love about her the most is the fact she has been there every step of the way of my recovery. From hospital, to coming home, to remarrying and becoming a mum, she ha been there. Oh, and she can tell the boss man what to do!

2) A thing your life has in excess: Love, my life is full of love. Whether that is giving love, being loved, or feeling love. Some many different types of love. For friends, lovers, family, or my babies. I never thought it was possible to feel this much love and I’m a very blessed lady to have this amount of love in my life.

 

3) How you procrastinate: Well I don’t really! No, I do, but I also must have a lot of structure in my days, or I feel very stressed and like I’m just waiting time. That would then make me panicky and anxious and no one wants that. I guess I do like Pinterest and twitter quite a lot. I also enjoy stripping down to my panties and a t-shirt, turning up the music and dancing round the kitchen. Also, a big fan of taking long baths and naps. But then I am also happy to spend the day writing or to clean for a few hours. For me life is about balance and priorities.

See i can write something in under 300 words!

Hugs,

Pixie

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Pixie's Prompt – Blind Date…

Pixie’s prompt – blind date.
Write a scene about a blind date, gone wrong, that is between 300 and 600 words long.
I check my watch for the 10th time in the last 15 minutes, letting out a deep sigh. Well it’s pretty clear isn’t it, this Si guy isn’t coming, and I’ve been stood up! I got here 20 minutes early, sat on the steps hold a single red rose, waiting for 7pm to get here. I stayed till it got 7.30 and then panicking that I got the time wrong I stayed till 8, just in case. But now at 8.15, I’m giving up. I let the rose drop from my hand and my head and shoulders sag.
I don’t know why I let debs talk me in to coming or why I thought this would be any different to the other disasters that had come before it. She had been telling me that I needed to ‘get out there’ and start dating again, that 3 years of being single is too long, and after weeks she wore me down. I finally agreed to go on a blind date, just to shut her up.
First up first was Dave from the accounts department of the law firm she works at. He had spent the whole date explaining the off-side rule and bragging about his proses in the bedroom. Then the was her Boyfriends friends brother. I thought he was ok, till he turned out to be a trump supporter. oh, and then the was her hairdresser Rik. He turned up to meet Sid, thinking Sid was a man. Not Syd, the girl. The worst was the last, some geeky IT guy who had the worst Bo ever and who spent the whole date starring at my boobs and actually pulled a calculator out at the end of the meal to divide the bill.
No, that’s it, no more blind dates. I would rather be single than go through this again. I sigh again, running my fingers through my strawberry blond curls, closing my eyes sighing again. I start to stand up, opening my eyes, sighing again as I go. Only then seeing the man stand looking at his watch and looking round.
Just as I finally stand up straight he looks over at me and flashes me a shy smile and say’s “been stood up too ah?” I nod my head and that is met with a chuckle and a flash of humour in his blue eye.
My heart is hammering, and my tummy tightens as he crosses the road to where I’m stood. With a shy smile on his lips. “so, this is crazy, but I don’t suppose you fancy joining me for a drink?”.
For some reason I nod my head, suddenly wanting to get to know the handsome guy stood in front of me. the smile is back as he extends his hand for me to shake. “I’m Tom by the way”
“oh yes, umms hi Tom, I’m Syd.” I stammer out, shaking his hand. Wow he has firm hand shake runs through my head for some reason, oh and dear god he has sexy hands.
“is that Syd with a Y or and I? either way lovely to meet you, shall we?” as I let him usher me to the bar at the end of street. Well maybe tonight is not a total disaster after all.

Well that was fun!

Hugs,

Pixie X

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Anger is an energy…

Anger is an energy.
Right let me start by say, yep totally ripped of John Lydon book. Now moving on to what this blog post is about shall we?! Well in a nut shell it’s about anger, how people see and treat it, and how it affects me and how I deal with it.
Anger is kind of the elephant in the room for a lot of people or a sort of forbidden emotion. I mean pretty much every other emotion is accepted, if not welcome. But poor old anger is always seen as a negative emotion and something you’re not meant to show. But like all things we try to keep hidden, when it finally comes to the surface it can be messy, hurt people and really fuck you up if you don’t deal with it. The way I look at it is, that anger is not always a negative thing, it is a very strong emotion with a lot of energy behind it, needing careful handling, but should not be feared, as we all at some point feel anger.
For me anger was and is a big part of my life, that I work hard on controlling. I know that may sound shocking to some, as online pixie is sweet and innocent, cute and little. With maybe the odd rant or rude word here and there. For the most part you would be right, but the is another side that you don’t see and that is the angry Pixie, who rants rages and has been known to throw plate at the boss man. I know shocking right?! But I am only human, and it is only natural to get angry sometimes. But for me anger has or did for a long time have a negative impact on my life. I was not allowed to show anger at home growing up. My mother would never allow it and my daddy would turn his anger on me in the form of a beating or horrid word. when I hit my teens, I started to have angry outburst, that I now know were due to not dealing with abuse and with having Anxious ADD. But I was lucky that some one saw this and I got sent to an anger magnet therapist and learnt ways to deal with it
For my anger has a few different Face. The is Mrs grumpy face that people get when I’m tired, feel unwell or get woken up by the phone at 6 am. Then the Rage monster, this is when I get mad at people being treated unfairly, people hurting those I love or some numpty cutting me up oh the rounder bout. It is normally accompanied with a lot of swearing, shouting and hot air. Then we have anxious, broken brained angry Pixie. I don’t now when or what this looks like, not as my brain switches off and I can’t function. I have been told I become short, extremally critical and rude with people. Then the is to me the scariest type, the silent sighing type, that I turn in on myself. It’s the one I get when I feel I have fucked something up or not done enough. It is my self-critical side and it frightens the crap out of me. it has in the past led to self harm, anxiety attack, and a few times trying to take my life. It is spiteful, rude, and aggressive and it is always turn in on me. It led to me losing my friends, disliking myself and not try anything.
But with everything I need to do in my life, I say, I’m working on it. Its not gone, but I am living with it. I did this by meeting it head on, challenging it and fighting it. I won’t let it rule my life and I do not deserve to fell like it makes me feel.
I have ways to deal with it, that I have learnt in therapy and from maîtriser. They are:
• Breath – Ok so deep breathing works amazingly well for so many things. But I also have a little mantra I say while doing deep breathing, it is ‘Breath just breath. Keep moving forward, take baby steps if you have too. But keep moving and just breath.’ Saying this brings me back down to a normal level of meness.
• Time out – So yes, I give myself time outs. Simply as turning my phone off, iPod on calming music and I go sit and calm down for 20 mins, not talking or interacting with anyone.
• Walk it off – Again as simple as putting my shoes on and taking a dog for a walk. I come back, and I’m calm and not going to kill anyone.
• Scream about it – Ok so this is always as simply as screaming. It normally involves the boss man taking me to the gym, stick loud music on and making me spare with him. The is highly stress reliving about kicking the crap out of someone.
• Talk or write about it – I see a therapist every 2 weeks and blog as a way of keeping a lid on things.
• Hug it out – ok so this is pure and simply my nana’s idea! When I was a kid, if I got angry instead of telling me off or shouting at me and resulting in me getting angrier. She would make me hug someone. Normally my granddah, her or my great, great aunty win. It was her belief and now mine that you can’t stay mad if your hugging someone.
So that is my take on anger and how I deal with it. I know it must seem a little strange to some but for me it really does work!

Hugs,
Pixie x

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Pixie’s prompt – Music be the food of love….

Pic 3 pieces of music that mean different things to you. Explain what they mean to you and why? How do you feel when you hear them? What do you think of when your hear them?

The town I loved so welll , by Phil Coulte. (the High Kings version).

This is a song that was written by Phil Coulte of the Dubliners and it’s about his childhood growing up in a town called Derry in Northern Ireland. For me it takes me back to my childhood in Belfast and Armagh. I have some very happy memories of my childhood, which this song reminds me of. But on the flip side it reminds me of the troubles in Ireland. It also for me sums up the people of the towns I grow up in. Fiercely proud of are roots, Loving, caring and are refusal to let the troubles impact on are lives. It makes me happy and sad at the say time, with a little bit of home sickness thrown in for good measure.

One more light, by Linkin Park.
So this song is not the happiest of songs, and a few weeks after this song came out the leader sing of the band took his life. But I can really relate to it on a lot of leaves. When I’m really depressed I feel like my light goes out and that people cant see me. I love how this song sort of tells you that if your light really were to go out that it really would mater to people. That your not just one more light to go out and that we all mater. But I can also feel the pain of the person say that it would mater to them, reminding me of the pain I have felt when my friends have past away or try to hurt themselves . it a beautiful song that reminds me that no matter how bad I feel someone would miss you.

I’m Yours, by Ron Pope.

This was the song that maîtriser and I had been first dance at are wedding to, so it brings back memories of that. But it was also a song that he would sing to me as I was recovering from trying to end my life. Thinking about it I guess maybe it was his way of saying “oi, your daft cow I love you” But I was so poorly, both mentally and physically at the time, just nothing sunk in. But know when I hear it I just feel a rush of love and want to hug maîtriser. IT also reminds me that his mine and I’m his, for the rest of are lives!

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Me and my broken brain – Fighting on.

My broken Brain – Fighting on.
So, I had a wee bit of a break down at the weekend (A all at once i’m sad again..). It was I guess a long time coming. I have had so many things going and with me if I drop one of the balls that I juggle, and everything comes crashing down around me. It leaves me feeling like I have failed, leading to me losing my focus, becoming over whelmed by everything and then not being able to do anything. It feels a lot like my brain freezes and I need help to defrost it. So today with maîtriser to hold my hand I went to see my CPN, as I was not sure of the best way to move forward. Not wanting to take on to much, but scared of doing to little. Knowing full well if I do either thing will only get worse and that I do not want to go back to my dark days. I should say My CPN is amazing and he has been there every step of the way after I tried to kill myself (it never gets easier saying that). At first, he was an NHS CPN, but when I was well enough to be discharged from the NHS care, maîtriser made me keep seeing both my physiatrist and CPN privately, as he feels my mental health is something that should not be neglected. Luckily for both wonderful mental health works have been willing to work with me as a privet patient. Even more luckily, we can afford to do this, I know the are so many people let down by mental health services.
So, after talking for a bit, my CPN agreed I am having a depressive episode and that my anxiety levels are high right now. After saying that aloud we sat and talked about a plan of action to get me better and back on track. We broke it down in to 3 parts and I have been made to promise not to try and do all 3 at once (DAMN!)
So, the first part is making sure I take of my basic needs as a human people. So, this is the plan for each of them:
• Nutrition – I must make sure I have 3 balanced meals a day and 3 snacks a day. Eating my 5 a day, clean protein, and complex carbs. Limiting processed food and refined sugars.
• Fulgide in take – Make sure I drink 3 litters a day of un caffeinated liquid, that is also low sugar. I also must limit my caffeine in take to 3 caps of a day and no caffeine after 1pm
• Exercise – 30 mins a day of something other than walking my dogs.
• Sun light / Fresh air – Spend 30 mins a day out side.
• Rest and relaxation – Spend 3o mins a day doing an activate that I find relaxing and peaceful. It must not involve tech or writing.
• Sleep – 7 hours at night, with a 30-min afternoon nap.
The next part of the get pixie better plan is kind the get your fight on part. It is al about dealing with what is in my head and not listening to the voices and push on. We are going to do this in 3 key ways, they are:
• Adapt to it – So my anxiety is stopping me doing things, but with anything if you think out side the box you can find away round it. I mean I can’t just get on a bus or train to go some place on my own, but if I have the babies or one of the dogs with me I can. As they give me something other than the thing that is making anxious to focus on!
• Challenge it – This applies to the negative voices in my head that tell I have failed, that I’m stupid or that I should just give up. The way I challenge them is. I write down the thing that I am thinking and how it made me feel. Then later with someone else, normally kitten I will sit down and find things that prove that they are not true.
• Fight it – This is the hardest thing to do, but it gives me the best feeling ever. I fight it in a lot of ways. Walking to the post box to post a letter when I get anxious about leaving the house. Or poking fun at my depression, calling it names back or refusing to listen to it.
The last part is my does and don’ts
My dos are:
• Stand tall.
• Breath.
• Ask for help.
• Talk about it
• Meet it head on.
My don’ts is:
• Don’t hide it.
• Don’t shy away from it
• Don’t feel ashamed of it.
Well that is my plan for getting my brain better, again. I also have 2 things I must remember as well, they are, I am enough and that it is ok to not be ok. With all this I feel a little brighter and lighter. Like I have a tiny bit of my fight back again. So yeah bring it!

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New year, Better me!

New year, Better me!
Well 2017 is gone and I find myself in a reflective mood. For a lot of people, I know 2017 was not the best of year. With loss, illness, big ass storms and Donny-j. For me it was full of lows and highs. It was the year my daddy got sicker, my mother was diagnosed with cancer, I lost friends and family and my depression and anxiety decided to kick me in the butt. But it was also a year of great personal growth for me. I found my fit as a wife, blogger, and feminist. But by fair the best thing of 2017 was becoming a mother to my beautiful twin girls. I know a lot more to life that being a mum, but when you have thought for many years that it is something you’re not going to get to do. Well when you do, it blows your mind. I never knew I could love something so deeply and fiercely as I do them.
I have seen loads of people posting their new year resolutions, but you won’t be seeing any from me. We don’t make them, as maîtriser thinks it away of setting yourself for an unnecessary fail. What we do is sit down and make a list of targets and goals we want to work towards and plan how we can achieve them. it’s something we do every 3 months and we cover pretty much every aspect of are lives. Even maîtriser does it and will let us set goals for him! We sat down on Friday last week and did are lists. This is where I admit that I love the whole planning side of this. I get to get all my gel pens and stickers out. It’s really good fun!
Some of my goal for the next 3 months are: Loose the last of the baby weight and 15lbs extra, run my dogs at crufts, attend eroticon, pitch some ideas at other blogs, do my muck run training, more swimming lessons and get my new and improved blog up and running!
Maîtriser has also sat down with my and we have set some goals for my blog. Such as post a min of 3 times a week, keeping up to date with emails and upping the number of followers to my blog. Lol one of my friends got me a bloggers journal and a diary that is designed for people who have autism, that have been amazing. They are fun, clear, easy to use and don’t feel like they are shouting at me. So, yay!

I have also decided that I want really work on my English. Not just writing, but spelling, grammar, punctuation and understanding. This came about after several nasty comments about my spelling and grammar. I’m dyslexic and have Anxious ADD, so that makes learning and understanding really flipping tough at times. adding to this I grow up speaking a mix of Irish Gaelic and Russian you can see why English is something I have ongoing struggles with it! But I have Bob my English tutor tailoring lessons for help with this. Also, Sir Beasty is stepping in to help with editing my work, so it’s a case of bring it on!

So, as I wave good bye to 2017, I’m hitting the ground running in 2018, so bring it 2018!

Hugs,

Pixie x

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Pixie's #SoSS , spreading some love.

So this week has been really hard for me on a lot of levels. I landed myself in hot water with the boss man. (Oppss i did it again, well sort of! ) . Then on the morning of New years eve morning I had a slightly break down, resulting in in a lot of tears, ranting and admitting that I am depressed and struggling, again ( And all at once im sad again ). this lead to the boss man stepping in and insisting I went and saw my CPN, he even took time off work and came with me. We talked it all through and I now have a plan of action to get me back on track! ( Me and my broken brain – fighting on ) But on the flip side to all that , I have sat down with the Boss man and set some goals and targets for the next 3 months, and planning how to achive them. I was even allowed to get the sticker and gell pens out!!!

This brings us on to this weeks #SoSS post. The boss man has set me a goal of writing a #SoSS post each and to 5 new blog post a day. The blog posts can be anything I want and I can do my #SoSS can be any style I want. So this week I thought I would conpine both. what I have done is taken my favoirte blog post from each day and saved it as a link , then by the end of the week my #SoSS post pretty much wrote it’s self! so here we go….

Baby, baby , by the other Livvy.

So I read this on sunday, after spending 3 hours crying and I clicked on it as I had a picture from one of my favorite Podcast , The Guilty Feminist. After 1 paragraph I was nodding along as I read. it’s about not being sure about having babies or not wanting a ‘baby’ , but a child when you get to do nice parts of being a mother. I so understand that, babies can be and are hard work. they spend most of their time sleeping, eating , pooping , peeing and puking. it then goes on to talk about the worries about being pregnant and how much stress it puts on the mother’s body. Again I so understand this to. Having just had twins , I know just how hard being pregnant is. Yup, it has fun parts and yup you get a baby at the end of it . But the swollen ankle, back ache, breathlessness and just the sheer anomaly of it is , well it can be hell. So I loved this post for being so open and honest about the feeling and emotions that go through so many womans heads when it comes to having babies, but normally are too scaired to say. So thank you for saying everything I felt!

twisted fairy tale no2, by Posy Churchgate

So this is a fab erotic fairy tale romp , by the awesome Posy churchgate. I read this n the car coming back from the seaside on Monday, after asking if anyone had a fun and sexy story on twitter . Posy , point me to this, and I got blown away. Smart, sexy, funny and with a great feel and uses of word I loved it! it has even made me think of writing or trying to write a sexy fairy tale myself!

The other socail network, by Molly Moore, Molly’s daily kisses

So this is a pic of the lovely Molly Moore. it is her most liked picture on Instagram for 2017. she went on to discus how weird Instagram is , how fiscal it can be, and how bonkers the censoring is. Well written a nd makes you think, but also shows how stunning miss more is. Great role model for the body positive and sex positive fight! Thank you for sharing.

He was vast, by the Bar fly poet, Joseph A. Pinto. 

Ok so yeah not kink, but…. I just loved this poem so much. Written by Joseph Pinto, the cofounder of the Pen of the Damned , I have been a fan of his work for some time now. He started a new project , the bar fly poet , with verse inspired by his time sitting in bars and people watching. the poem come from a collection of work that is based on people DM something that has pained them, he then takes that and write fabulous poems , turn their pain in to beautiful word. So I had to include this one, it could not be helped!

Untrustworthy Heart, By Scandarella

Ok this got picked not for it being sexy kink, but because it is a stunning piece of writing and it moved me to tears. It just so pure and straight forward, Thank you so much for sharing!

FemDom Friday: Don’t Be Swayed By The Stereotypes, Floss Does Life.

So I love floss’ writing and this piece is awesome. It’s all about stereotypes of FemDoms, and she has got it spot on, Again! she makes a point that you can be any sort of female do you want, not just the hard . latex clad bitch type. oh and at the end you find out that this is actually part of a 12 part series she is writing and the next part come out on the 2nd of feb, So YAY!

How to be a good couple to a threesome with Coffee and kinky.

Great on post on how to be a good couple to a threesome. It basically says talk about it first, in depth, be prepared , and don’t be a dick! well written with humor . I was nodding and smiling the whole way through reading it .oh and its great advice to boot!

So that is my first #SoSS post of 2018!

Pixie x

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And all at once I’m sad again….

I have written, talked and raged against my depression and anxiety many times now . I have also spoken about physical health struggles as well. But over the last month or so I have Purposely tried not to talk about stuff like that. It was done for so many reasons . I am constantly not wanting to bring others down , not wanting to seem needy, never want people to feel sorry me, not wanting pity and knowing it is likely to loose me friends and followers. But I have woken this morning in tears again, and something has snapped. I need to speak about what is going on in my head, or I’ll become even more sad am doing things will and do get worse. So with maîtriser permission and wrapped in kittens arms I’m going try and talk about what is and has been going on in my head, it may come out i a ramble , but I have to do it or I’ll run mad. It’s not aimed at anyone or ment to hurt , but it is something I need to do and say, cos not saying stuff is and dose make me sick.

Thing that have been going on…

  • my mother , who until we found out she had cancer I had not spoken to in nearly a year, has been asking for more and more things. From money , to help and support with her daily life and wanting to spend time alone with the twins. People think I should just let the past go and forgive my mother, but I can’t . She was abusive, neglectful and turned a blind eye to what my ex did to me.
  • My daddy is getting worse, and I miss him. Again my father was not a great person, when he was ‘ sick’ , he beat me and hurt me, but I readily forgive him, as he was sick. But now 70% time he is not my old daddy, but the harsh, vile, poisoned tongued person his dementia has turned him in to.
  • My sisters. I have 2 elder sisters that are beautiful, clever and talented. They are wonderful, but at times , well best way to put it is spiteful and demanding. They have both said I should be doing more to care for daddy as I’m not working and just home all day.But I can’t and I feel vile for not doing more.
  • My health’. I’ve been really sick , massively sick and it frightens me. Or should that be the memories of being sick frighten the shit out of me and knowing that getting sick could leave my babies growing up without a mum , well it’s terrifies me. Combine that with the meeriories of pain, hospital and shear effort to much.
  • My twisted logic, that I’m not good enough, for anything… Be it a wife , mother , friend , lover , daughtero, writer or blogger. I’m sure people get this too, but I seem to think it all the time at the moment. I also seem to think I need to be able to function better with depression and anxiety . That I should just fight it and push through it, but I just can’t. I can fight it , just keeping my head above water, but I’m doing just enough to keep myself going, to keep those plates spinning and those balls in the air. I wish I was a high functioning depressive, I really do , but I’m a I can just get out of bed and put cloths on kind at the moment.
  • Death. In the last 5 weeks I have lost my great aunty molly, a good friend to cancer and another to aids relate illness. They have all impacted on a different level, but they have all been shocks and extremely upsetting . This in turn has left me realign in my tiny little world .
  • People have attacked my family. Both Babe and Kitten have had people attack them on a professional level. Both have come back fighting , cos that is what we do , but it hurts them and the pain and upset it has inflected on them was not needed . It leave me hurting as I am powerless to protect them. If it had been a physical attack , trust me I would of ended people. It makes me angry , upset and unsettled . All I can do is hold them tight, love them harder than ever and prey no body harms them any farther.
  • I sold part of my business. Ok so not a huge down side. I got good money and the person who I sold it to is amazing. But with it comes the fact I feel like I failed a little. I have to admit that after 3 months off having babies, the thought of leaving them to go to Belfast to teach my courses for 5days was Killing Me. It has made me questioned my self as a professional, a feminist and as a business woman.

All this has left me struggling to cope with my day to day life . I have start to get panic attack again and they are getting worse, trust me they are getting to point where medication is not helping and a couple have almost led to a full on anxiety attack. I know that the is only so much medication and I need to try hard to control my reaction to stress, I really do. But not being to able at times , has the knock on effect of making me feel less of a person . I also feel that having to make a medication to just be able to get through the day is a cop out. I mean I have to take a lot . I take 225mg of Venlafaxine, 45mg of Mirtazapine , 2 mg of Flupentixol for depression. I then take 3 10 mgr tablets of buspirone daily for anxiety and larzapam at veering dose for panic or anxiety attacks. I also have meds to help if I can’t sleep. I hate taking these, but if did not take them I can’t cope and I do stupid things , looked self harm and trying kill myself. It’s not a good place to be , but I guess it’s my life. Adding in to this I work with a therapist weekly and cbt monthly, as well as pain management clinic to deal with pain of Athriust and other condition. I have physio once a month and do daily stuff to keep myself moving. I have to use nebs morning and night to get my lunges clear and breath. Then I have meds to help my body work.

But the biggest thing that seems to be cursing me tears and pain, is a feeling of being an outsider looking in. A feeling of be disconnected from people and not fitting in. That I’m judge- for my physical and mental limitations. That others are these amazing clever, and I’m just this dumb girl, who people hate and don’t need. I seem to be able to read minds and that is simply not true, but I feel like purple will say one thing and mean another. Having an autistic disorder make this so fucking hard to proses . I just wish people could all be open and honest, with no faulse truths, lies and double meanings. I mean I don’t know how they do it, really I look at others and the fronts they put on day to day and I’m exhausted.

So what I’m trying to say is that I’m not , but it will get better , i don’t know when I’ll be ok. I’m pushung myself as hard as I can, fighting tooth and nail, to get back to an even quel , I’ll get there just not today . So treat me like pixie, remeber what I have said , approach with caution , handle with care, and I understand you might want me in your life at the moment. I will be ok, cos I don’t go down without a fight. I don’t want sympathy, feeling sorry for me , hollow words or anyone to try to fucking fix me. I want to be treated like me, people stand be my side , while I fucking fix myself and hold my sodding hand when I need it.

Hugs,

Pixie x