Well it’s been a long time between drinks blogposts.  You could be forgiven for thinking I’d fallen in love with Iceland on the trip, grabbed myself a hot mad-in-the-head Viking and stayed in the land of ice (and wind) forever.

Nope!!!  Nothing as sexy and cool as that.  This blog post is gonna be a PURGE of sorts, kind of me “walking around my mind with burning sage cleansing things”.  Honestly 2020 is about to pluck my last nerve……it’s been 6 months that have included an amazing holiday, bushfire stress, financial worries, Covid-19 freakout and mental health strain.  Basically ALL THE THINGS!!!  I’m about to tell you the story of how I turned into a bitter old hermit woman haha…. my transformation is almost complete.

(I’m gonna need fifty-eleventy shots of something while I write this blog post)

Okay folks, you put your trust in me, you invested time and energy into the hype leading up to our trip, you began the journey with us, jumping in front of the computer each day for the latest update from our “Kellysontour Love Fest” – with chips, chocolate and alcohol at the ready……and an excited heart (yep, that’s a stretch) and I have let you down by not finishing the whole trip.

Where the efffff lordy have I been you ask????

For most women who have spawned….we all look forward to this day right????  Happy Sweet Mother Of Christ Day!!!!

Hmmmm, it’s a mixed bag agreed????  I mean yeah it’s nice to have a day dedicated to us Mummazons, well….because we are AWESOME!!!!!!…..but it’s kind of a double edged sword if you ask me.  I think the men/women in our lives and the ungrateful ingrates that we shot out our vaginas/adopted/somehow got stuck with – don’t fully appreciate what we, as incredible women, want from Mother’s Day.