I’ve just been bra shopping and now I’m feeling blinking miserable, I desperately need a new bra but because of my ginormous bra size the range of bras I can get is limited, I can find them but to get them to fit properly they need to be in the £30 range and I don’t have £30 bra sort of money at the moment so instead I found a double pack of bras in my size that was only £20, so a tenner a bra, excellent I thought, except I tried them on and they don’t fit (and it was the biggest size). I’ve found that before, the cheaper the bra the less well made. So anyway I was not going to go and buy a bra that doesn’t fit properly just because it’s the only one I can afford, so I will have to stick with my current bras that have been loosing their structural integrity for months now (if I go gardening now, there is no support whatsoever if I bend over and everything then ahem falls out). So anyway despite being in a cheerful mood since the Linkin Park concert, that depressed me, so I came home (I had planned on going to the allotment afterwards but I just couldn’t face it, not because of my boobs falling out, just no energy for it). As part of stress reduction I have a sheet for a technique to get rid of ‘unhelpful’ thoughts, here it is and as you can see it doesn’t really help,
Situation: Bra shopping
Feelings : Depressed
Unhelpful thoughts: I’m broke, I’m always going to be broke and I’m never going to get a decent bra again.
Facts that support the unhelpful thought: my bank balance and my complete inability to get a job
Facts that provide evidence against the unhelpful thought: Ummm, can’t think of any
Alternative, more realistic and balanced perspective: I’ll be wearing my current bras until my boobs are swinging down by my knees.
Outcome: I’m screwed.
See didn’t help lol!
Actually I know realistically (hmmm I’m calming down now, maybe the technique does work?) that there must be a bra that fits me and is cheap out there, as everyone knows not all bras that are the same size fit the same, it’s just going to be a bit of an effort finding it, so I will get one, just need to put a concerted effort into finding it, maybe I need to go back to Bravissimo (big bra supplier), they have a nice range, hmmmm, ah I am calmer now lol.
Anyway I have Girl Lacer’s parent consultation today and hopefully the PACE nurses will ring about Boy Lacer’s X-ray results (Boy Lacer finally had an abdominal X-ray a couple of days ago, although ironically his tummy has been a lot better since he’s actually started going to the toilet on the toilet instead of in a nappy – yes *whispers so as not to curse it* we seem finally to be having some success toilet training him, all thanks to the wonderful school really and not that much due to us and quite a big chunk due to Boy Lacer finally actually wanting to).
I also have to make a start on making some brooches for the school fair, I am getting a bit sick to death of school politics and stuff, I seem to have ended up helping on two stalls this year, how did that happen? I’m one of the craft helpers for the craft stall (that’s what the brooches are for) plus I’m organising the hamper tombola. The people running the craft stall sent an e-mail around the other day listing projected stock levels and they seem to have an impression I’m making them 25 brooches, I never said that, so they’ll be lucky (sorry, I’m in a really crabbitty mood today). For the hamper tombola I’m getting e-mails from other reps not particularly politely saying can I send some e-mails out reminding everyone what they had to do when hang on I sent the e-mails out a few days ago grrhhh (so did send an e-mail out, with the original e-mail at the bottom, saying that this was a reminder, not my fault people don’t read their e-mail). And in Boy Lacer’s class (where I’m not repping), one of the reps seems to have stopped repping, leaving the remaining rep who is new to the school completely floundering, so me and N who repped for that class last year had a discussion and we thought we better tell her about the school tradition of taking the teachers out for a Christmas meal because she didn’t seem to know. So I e-mailed her, we were right she didn’t know, so she sends an e-mail out and it seems half the class go oh it’s a stupid tradition lets not do it and all looks like I’m the one pushing the tradition whereas all I was trying to do was tell her that most of the classes did the Christmas meal thing and that it was an option, I didn’t want her finding out when it was too late and her going “Well why didn’t anyone tell me?”, grrhhh, going to stick my head in the sand next time. I don’t actually particularly want to go out for a Christmas meal either, a lot of them still all seem to be under the impression I have three children (because Boy Lacer looks younger than he is and is still in nappies and a pushchair). I have no idea who they think my reception child is. If I have one more conversation (honestly I’ve had this conversation with a different person every day this week so far)
Reception parent: “Has your little one started nursery yet then?”
Me: “No, he’s in reception, full time,”
Reception parent: “Oh” (confused look on their face)
If I have one more conversation like that I will bloody scream!!!!!
Ah there you go, I’m not calm anymore now am I? I better go and listen to some Linkin Park and make some blinking brooches.
