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Infertility doesn’t have to be a mountain to climb, it can just be a little bump in the road.

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What time is it? 5.15am? Bloody hell. I should get up and get some jobs done. I need to pack his lunch. What am I going to stick in his lunch box? Maybe I’ll put in some of the Banana and Date Loaf I made? Is that considered a healthy food choice in day care land? Oh who cares the kid gets cake. I should chop up some strawberries too. I wonder if it’s true that they’re sprayed with a shit storm of chemicals? I’ll wash them.

What will we have for dinner? I have to get meat out of the freezer. I’m so sick of meat. We’ll have chicken.

What’s he going to wear? All his clothes are in the ironing basket. Can I get away without ironing them? Everyone else seems to. I hate ironing. I’ll iron it.

It’s cold. I’ll turn the heater on for a bit and then I can feel guilty about burning coal and killing the environment. What kind of a world are my kids going to live in? I have to switch energy providers, I’m pretty sure they are investing in coal seam gas.

I need to wash up, does my washing liquid have phosphates? I think that’s bad for the environment too, must remember to check next time.

Oh great, he’s saying bloody hell again! Bloody hell, why must they repeat everything? At least he didn’t say fuck. I must stop swearing. I wonder if a swear jar will work? I could use that jar in the cupboard, it would be pretty if I stuck some ribbon to it. Do I have any double sided tape? Must go to Spotlight.

What am I going to do today? I need to write that grant, cook for the play group party, book a hair appointment, cancel the doctors appointment, reschedule the community health appointment. Meh.

I should blog something. Maybe I will after I get that pop up virus off my computer. Pop up viruses are rude.

Did he take himself to the toilet when he got up? I wonder if he peed in the bed? Hope not. It looks like it’s going to rain and it will be hard to get the sheets dry.

I’ll check Facebook. I must ring Apple and see if they can fix my phone. Hopefully they can’t and I can get an iPhone6. I think there is a part in the iPhone that is made from a resource found where the orangutans live. I should not get a new phone. I’m killing orangutans.

Look at all these I Hate Abbott memes. I need to stop following these pages. They are filling my feed. I’m getting depressed. Why are we having a George Bush moment? I’m so embarrassed.

Oh look a rescue puppy! Tag husband. We should really get a fence first. Do I want a dog now? Is it just something else I have to look after? Will we need pet insurance? Probably, but look at the cute!

I suppose I should get out of bed and see if he’s trashing the house. Meh. It’s warm here.

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