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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:elizabethlouiseisnotmyname.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>My very messy life!</title><link rel="self" href="http://elizabethlouiseisnotmyname.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://elizabethlouiseisnotmyname.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T08:04:15+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:elizabethlouiseisnotmyname.blog.co.uk,2007-03-20:/2007/03/20/its_only_tuesday~1938523/</id><title>its only Tuesday</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://elizabethlouiseisnotmyname.blog.co.uk/2007/03/20/its_only_tuesday~1938523/"/><author><name>elizabethlouise</name></author><published>2007-03-20T11:29:34+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T11:29:34+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I have eaten 4 bowls of Coco Pops with full fat milk, but its ok because I had an apple afterwards. Surely coco pops cannot be that terribly unhealthy, just cocoa powder? But they seem to put something in them to make them very tasty. Just like Crunchy Nut cornflakes. Both children, the table, my dressing gown and the floor are splattered with the bloody chocolatey milk. How come the chocolatey milk gets everywhere, but not when you just have normal cornflakes? How can you see brown milk everywhere but not white milk, does it disolve? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Todays mess is that I did not send the eldest to nursery this morning. Its REALLY COLD. And in true bad mother style, I have double dated myself this morning with a sinister ulterior motive. I have arranged to go to sister in law's house so the children can all play together. Ahh! But no, really, I have arranged to meet my friend at the tattoo place round the corner. She is having more work done and I fancy the pants off the tattooist and like going and flirting with him whilst pretending to 'support' my friend. Last week I did the same thing but it didn't go down very well with sister in law as I was gone too long (but it was worth it, he touched my back to look at my tattoo). So I have elaborated a plan that includes going to the shop for all the sandwiches/cakes &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; going to her house. Then when I get there, saying I am popping to the bakers. But I already have the stuff in my bag! Hiding the bag is going to be a problem, so yesterday I unearthed one of those large black canvas things from Asda for breast cancer care that cost me 70p. I can hide it all in there. I already had my outfit planned but the darned weather has got in the way of THAT. Last week I went in my nice new black trousers, a tight top and little flat shoes. Now its so cold I want to go out in just my mummy gear (scabby jeans and a parka). I need to go and straighten my hair and all this just so I can ogle a man. If you read my blog regularly, you will see this is probably a regular feature (for which I am on the waiting list for counselling I kid you not!)
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