I've been such a little housewife lately.
On Sunday I went to the gym and did my programme, my mum came with me cuz she revealed to me she hated her programme which was why she hadn't gone to the gym in months so I made her come in and make up a new one. There's no point paying £52 a month for something you never use. She doesn't even have to do her programme, she can use what she wants that's just what the fitness instructor recommends but she's so anal she likes to tick everything off. So she came in and set up a new one.
My arms have been killing me after my work out. My legs don't hurt so much which is odd considering I used them the most, I suppose they are stronger than my arms as I do tend to use them more walking everywhere. But after doing my chest presses and arm weights I've had such bad pain lifting my arms that spreads all through my shoulder blades, armpits and breasts.
Paul told me how muscles develop when you work out (which I should really know, working in a gym), apparently they tear and then reform when you use them as they stretch. This is good though apparently, the idea of them tearing scared me a bit but they are supposed to so it's ok.
My mum dropped me home after and Paul and Jamie were working on Pauls car so I got out and chatted to them while my mum turned the car around. The crazy neighbour was coming out her house and ranting loudly "Those noisy bastards"
and gestering at us and then she told me mum to piss off.
I shouted at her, and she told me to fuck off and then Paul shouted at her and called her a miserable old bitch.
She had no right to do that! She's convinced she has to "police" the car park. Our car park is for the people who live in the flats and visitors to the flats. Whenever we have guests she shouts "I'm going to call the police!"
. Which she also has no right to do. She annoys me so much, she has visitors who park here too! Apparently we were noisy on Saturday night, which isn't true. I got back about 11pm (I went to my mums with curiositykate
after work) and Paul had Steve-o and Sierra and Jamie round and although Paul was playing accoustic guitar and Jamie was on the keyboard it was quiet.
Paul went to see the lady who lives below us (who has known Paul since he was a child and is always lovely to us) and she said it was out of line and that she hadn't heard a thing Saturday night and she'd speak to The Crazy Neighbour. I saw her yesterday and she said she'd told her we deserve an apology and that we are reasonable people and if there is a noise problem we'll make a negotiation. And we will providing she apologises and can speak to us without swearing. If instead of saying "Fucking noisy bastards"
she'd actually said "Hi Paul and Lucy, you were quite noisy last night I could hear TV/music/voices, can you try and sort that out please?"
then of course we would've! But she's so unreasonable. I expect when she saw people come over Saturday night she worried herself into hearing things and that was the problem. The nice neighbour said the crazy one had had an operation recently and being old and living alone was a bit fragile. I would be more sympathetic if she was nicer.
Anyway after that, Paul, Jamie and I went out to the pub for some lunch and then me and Paul went home and had a nice evening.
Yesterday I did an early shift (6:30am til 12pm) and I was in a great mood, I woke up on time and had breakfast and got ready and even had 10 minutes to spare after! The day went by quite quickly and I went home and got ready to go to the doctors at half 1 (I walked there and back incidentally, took half an hour each way).
I went to see the Family Planning Nurse again as she put me on the Pill for 3 months last time I saw her as the implant was playing up. She asked how things were going and I said I was a lot better apart from getting depressed and mood swings and that I thought it was just me and the doctor has referred me to counselling. I also asked her about Deep Vein Thrombosis (rare but serious side effect of the Pill) because whenever I get pins and needles in my leg I'm convinced I'm going to die but she reassured me I'd know if I had it as my legs would also swell up and go hot. But anyway not to worry because hopefully not the implant should have settled down and if not then she's given me some of The Pill incase. But she said if it doesn't settle down then it's not for me, which would be annoying cuz the pill also isn't for me as I can't seem to take synthetic eostrogen and if the implant isn't for me then that means I also can't take synthetic progestgeon!
Anyway I went home and Paul had gone out when I got in so I started on the washing up and then cleaned the kitchen, bleached the cooker, hoovered and tidied the living room and then Paul phoned and said did I want to meet him in town and we could get some dinner and have a drink. So I walked down there and we decided to just go to Morrisons and buy food from there instead. When we got in he was really pleased I'd cleaned up and it put him in a good mood :) We had a really nice talk, he'd been really stressed about his car and the neighbour and he'd gone very quiet and sad looking and I wasn't sure what to do. I also worried it might be me that put him in that mood and when I told him that he told me it was the car and Crazy Neighbour and that when I get sad he also worries the same thing cuz he just wants to make me happy :)
He also said something else sweet, that he'd been thinking about when he was 16 and he remembered this party he went to vividly and he was thinking about what he'd like to change if he went back in time and he decided he'd want to go to university and get a degree and sort himself out and it would all be ok cuz he'd know where I live so he could still meet me :)
Today I did a full early shift (till half 2) which impressed me :) I haven't done a full one in ages as my manager comes in at 12 on my Early and often tells me if I want to I can go home which is very tempting. But today I thought No I'll stick it out, I want the money and it'll do me good. And she said again about half 1 that I could go if I liked and I still said no I was ok. Then at half 2 she said off you go then you look tired. So I came home and I ate a whole pack of Jaffa Cakes (naughty) and cleaned up again, I also hoovered the hall, bathroom and bedroom and put all the clothes away so it's all nice and clean.
I feel so good for that :) I very rarely do my share of the housework and it really winds Paul up. He always says if I could just do a little every day it would make all the difference. When I start work at half 2 I rarely get up early enough to actually do anything before work other than eat and get ready. And then I'm not back till 10pm and at that point Paul has come home at 5pm and seen all the mess and feels a bit sad. I think when I'm on an early shift I don't have much of an excuse though as I'm already up and I need to busy myself so I don't fall asleep.
I'm very sleepy now!