Wilma Circus in May 2022

Look what the blogger cat dragged in, a wounded Wilma Circus, who had the highest of highs and lowest of lows in May. At least I have Pebbles' birthday Stockholm trip to fall back upon.

We got the corona waaaayyyy after it was trending all over the world. Physically slightly inconvenient, but the timing falling on my birthday together with a baby in the house exaggerated the whole experience.  

The biggest disaster happened on the 14th of May, as after 864 days I finally forgot to take the daily picture of myself. It was the Eurovision final (fav!), I was packing for Stockholm, Fred and I were certain that we captured the moment, however our camera and phones show no proof of it. 

I was really pissed about the error and dramatically promised to stop this ridiculous New Year's resolution. Yet I have to admit that my therapist was right, this monthly recap is a true antidepressant for me. And guess what, I hate myself off the meds.

So here we go again:

1st of May

Balcony season 87% downloaded:

2nd of May

The chairmen of My Kid Ate Shit committee:

3rd of May

"I look right, you look left,

maybe we can spot the warm spring temperatures":

4th of May

Look at this sexy cleaning service:

5th of May

With great power come great electricity bill:

6th of May

Spring stopped playing hard to get

and it was suddenly picnic o'clock:

7th of May

I told her how expensive curtains are and she shat her pants: 

8th of May

Raggedy Wilma: 

9th of May

ArrrArrrArrr – carrying this wild pirate safely to the shores:

10th of May

It's called outdoorsy & fabulous:

11th of May

Look at this intelligent fucktart dressed up for theatre:

12th of May

*insert a joke how females are bad drivers*

13th of May

Judging people as the walk by:

14th of May

Let's lower our head for sadness. 

I fucked up during the Eurovision final (my favourite time of the year)

15th of May

Showing Pebbles, where love between Fred and Wilma started:

16th of May

Hello, Stockholm!

Hello, Pebbles 365 around the sun:

17th of May

My favourite city, my favourite season, my favourite child:

18th of May

Never too old for miniskirts:

19th of May

A feeling sponsored by Tallink:

20th of May

We rollin', they hatin':

21st of May

Sent the family away to be alone all day, alone all night.

That's the perfect birthday present:

22nd of May

On my birthday I always look hot:

23rd of May

Look at this old lady taking pictures with her flowers:

24th of May

Coronavirus on the balcony: 

25th of May

Coronavirus on grass:

26th of May

Coronavirus on the couch:

27th of May

Coronavirus in our bed:

28th of May

Already started to plan my 2023 birthday to ease the pain:

29th of May

Jumping on the bed is such much allowed in the Circus family:

30th of May

Walking into summer like:

31st of May

Ok, bye. 

Eurovision is over. Birthdays are over. Favourite month is over:

 

Wilma Circus birthday festival – corona cocktails

Previous year I did my best to push Pebbles out as fast as possible, because by no means I wanted to share my birthday with her. The failure of giving birth and thereof, our birthday festivals are six days apart. So I got what I wished for? Kind of. 

Fred didn't wish any of this, since his May includes Estonian Mother's Day, Pebbles & Wilma's birthday and ends with Swedish Mother's day. 

Give the guy a break (of those Mother's Day deal newsletters).

After returning from Sweden earlier than planned, we got a gift that I didn't ask for – cOrOnAvIrUs (read with Cardi B voice). Two years and two month after the trend started, we finally jumped on the back wagon. 

In 2021 I made peace with the fact that six days after giving birth my birthday was somewhat cancelled. Luckily I had Eurovision Final on that day to sooth my soul. This year there was no 12 points, just sadness and loneliness in my soul (the title of my next year Euro entry).

So here I am, two days of isolation left. For the matter of clarity, due to unseen circumstances, I'm still 29. 

Fever made us hot, so I asked Fred to grab the camera and document the chaos. Why so many identical pictures, you ask? 

Never explain. Never complain. 

Terrible birthday, but at least I looked stunning.

My preferred style of dressing alike =

 one fabric, different Destiny's Children:

The level of hotness? 

37,6°C at that very moment:

The Flamingo Mama & The Little Funky Donkey:

Instead of 10-day isolation,

I asked for long-lasting away time from the fam. 

Sometimes lose, always win:

Showing that Earth is not flat and in vax we trust:

If I'm having low days like these,

then I just squeeze my rubber boat and ventilate:

Point your finger towards the ones

who will change back to PJs faster than light:

We're not always sick,

but when we are, we're breathless: