My Guilty Pleasure - Retail Therapy

I have to say it. I must be a typical woman. When your down there is nothing better than a bit of retail therapy!! Especially when you get some bargains.

I had decided to make my way down the stairs. Whilst down there I knew I needed to get out of the house and it not be just for an appointment. So we decided to go to Tesco. D had a voucher for £5 off when you spent £50.

Well lets just say we definitely spent that. Originally I was just going to get a few books and a few more grows and vests in the next size up for H. Seriously though who can resist pretty dresses and dungarees when they are half price.

My husband seems to be a Jeans man. It always tickles me that whenever we go to a clothing shock in deep surprise he will say oh they stock my size. Every time, talk about gold fish memory. Well I did a deal if he wanted new jeans he could have them on the provision of chucking some of his old 8 yes 8 pairs away. Which reminds me I need to get him to actually chuck a pair away.

Hubby cracks me up if a top has a hole in he doesn't want it chucked because, well its a comfy top. If it has a stain on it.. He has a fair few of those then they are saved for decorating. Even though we have done all the decorating we intend to do before we move out. You see we are in married quarters and I would rather not spend a fortune on decorating it to have to put it back to square one in a year to 2 years!

Anyway, I am a pj girl at the moment. Considering I spend most of my time in my bedroom and when my skin is flared, they are the comfiest things to wear. So how could I resist when I saw some bright yellow sponge bob square pants pj's in the sale, in my size. That in my books is a sign. All my husband had to say on the matter was, they were that bright he would feel like the light was on even when he had turned it off humph!!

One thing that does annoy me though is how difficult it is to shop. I have to hold on to H in the wheel chair and D puts big bags for life on the back and fills them up, that's the only way we know how to do it at the moment. H loves it as she can see so much more than she can in her pushchair. But I do get annoyed when people come up and start touching her. I think its a bit rude!

So we left Tescos a lot lighter, with far to many clothes for H. And a few more clothes for ourselves. I don't know whether this would be seen as a good or bad thing but my hubby is better at picking clothes out for me than I am. But not always great at picking stuff out for himself!

So what do you do when your feeling down and want to cheer yourself up?

Catch up time!!

Well the last two days have been a bit of a blur.  Mainly spent sleeping, I think my body is trying to heal. Either that or I must be really low on Iron!! I mainly think its where the GP messed up my medication and my body is trying to get recovered from the shock of it all. So apologies for not being on. Think two days is the longest I have ever left it!

Yesterday was nice T and P took H out shopping with them, not before making sure I had plenty of drinks and snacks ha ha! Whilst they were out A popped over with a dvd for me to watch. Means I have something a bit different to watch. It was a flying visit but it was nice to catch up whilst both of us were baby free.

On a different note, I think my sena started working last night- note to self- you can not run with a zimmer frame. Its interesting to try though ha ha! Sorry if TMI!!

I still get a bit cross with the hub from time to time for not coming up as often. But he is getting better. However, his plan yesterday was to come up at 8 o'clock. His folks rang and he was chatting away so that went out the window. I suppose yesterday was what I might call a dark day. I was feeling down and miserable and just really teary. Like there is no light at the end of the tunnel.

I know that there is, just some days I find it alot harder than others to cope. I know my hospital appointment with the professor is only a week a way. However, that feels like a life time away. Monday we have H's CT scan, I don't know how this is going to work, if she doesn't sleep I am not sure if they will give her the general anaesthetic there and then or send us away for another appointment. I don't want to wait much longer to find out whether a bang to the head could leave her completely deaf. Plus I just don't know that I want my baby girl to go under general anaesthetic she's only 17 weeks old.

On the bright side H is coming along brilliantly. She is laughing and T has been teaching her to stick out her tongue and go phht! Then we realised that the little monkey has developed a 'fake cough'. When H feels we are not paying her enough attention because we are talking to one another and not her she used to shout. Now she does this fake little cough. I think she is turning out like her mother a stubborn monkey who knows what she wants!!

When T got back she came in to my room claiming that H had brought me a little something. Its a skin cream from lush that's supposed to help with Psoriasis and I must say after using it twice I can already see a difference, the white flakes have started to peel of leaving the red underneath.

Day 1 on the left                                         
Day 2 on the right. It looks redder I know, but the good thing is that the white flaky skin is coming off which means that its getting better, I am going to keep up with the cream. After years of steroid creams and prescription creams I have found something that seems to be working and isn't harmful! What do you think can you see the difference? Next time I do the pictures I think I will do it in the same lighting!! I also wish I'd took a picture before I even started using it.

The only thing I have found is it doesn't work under my boobs, if anything its made them more sore. I think they do need to be kept dry mainly with the odd bit of steroid cream. I have had such fun peeling the skin off my face and elbows... I know I'm not the only one who enjoys a good bit of peeling... only thing is I seem to lead a trail of skin where ever I go 'The high flake zone' my husband calls it.

I just say its a good job I'm not a criminal I would be leaving my DNA all over the place!!!