Tardy, and in therapy

I haven't posted in ages. I get all gung-ho about how I'm starting up PLTM again, and then i go silent on y'all.

People, i do have a life. And the trolls have lives too, and since mine is pretty much centered around THEIR social arrangements (incl. homework on the part of BoyTroll, which he is constantly determined to avoid despite being of way above average intelligence-and-no-I'm-not-just-saying-that-because-I'm-his-mother), this is where I've been.

I also have a ton of shit going on. Work has gone from wild, to insane to oh-my-fucking-god, all in a week. I suppose it's good that i have a salary coming in, considering that my love of spending money is unparalleled. Plus, i have personal shit weighing me down very heavily. None of which i want to discuss in any great detail here, for various reasons, but i will tell you that I'm starting up therapy again next week.

Yesterday was a good day though. Liza sent me something which she then posted here. Seriously, i think that's one of the funniest things I have ever seen, certainly via the YouTube medium. Even the disgracefully racist joke in the middle had context which i could accept. (Or maybe I'm naive? You decide.)

Since then, each time i see a Trollish hand reach for the forbidden areas of the house (the ones that contain the sweets, chocolates or the basketball that BoyTroll seems determined to shoot through the imaginary hoop he carries around with him, regardless of the smudges on the walls and broken plates), i whip round, quick as a flash, point a finger and say:

"Silence! I keeel you!"

It creases me up. The Trolls are used to having a lunatic for a mother, so they generally either laugh with/at me or shrug and ignore me.

Oh the joys of being ineffectual.

More later... Trollmamma x