Omg i so miss lazy sundays! I've had one today and it is so far bliss :) one very happy Victoria lol
I have to say though I didn't get a full night sleep. Literally, I don't know how he does it, but my youngest wakes up as soon as I close my eyes for the night! I then have to sit with him for 10 mins to calm him down (for fear he wakes his sister and then all hell breaks loose!) by then I have usually fallen asleep next to him- good job i'm short as he only has a junior bed! I then normally wake up at around 1 am with a crick in my neck and freezing cold feet with no circulation in them because they have hung off the bed for 3 hours! So last night was no different. I dealt with the screaming, fell asleep, woke up hours later and went back to bed. Hubby woke at 7.30 nice and refreshed...telling me i'm lazy and always want a lie in! I ask him, did you not hear baby cry...oh yeah, kind of, thought it was the neighbours! WTF! Every night it happens like this!
So this morning I acted lazy and stayed in my lovely comfy warm bed until 11am!! I really really could get used to that :D <-----big smile lol
Then I got up and hubby cooked me a couple of boiled eggs! And then he took kids to swimming pool - I have signed myself off swimming for foreseeable future as my hair leaks out a funny purple colour as soon as it gets slightly wet- oops-
So i'm now caught up on eastenders, jamies food revolution & Desperate housewives....yes, yes, yes I know that should in fact say, the washing, ironing, and hoovering. Sod it though have the rest of my life to clean ;) right?!
Anyway, dinner is MY job today so i best actually get up and do something useful before i get busted!
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Sunday, 12 June 2011
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
back home...organising my funeral!
You know I never really appreciate my home until i've been away for too long from it! Over the last two weeks I have spent over a week in all, away from my nice cosy bed, all the kids toys, all the comforts of 'home'. I'm also glad to be home because the whole reason for the last trip was a funeral. We buried my dear Nan on Monday just gone and she is now in peace. I hope. For all I know she could be turning in her grave at some of the things that the family have been saying to one another. I understand that everyone grieves differently but to name call, threaten & ostracise certain members of a family because of differnces in opinion, the way they live, and harmless messages sent in grief.....I will never understand this. It has got me thinking how I would like to be buried....I know, I know, very morbid considering my age, my health (ok ish!) and circumstances!
But I have decided anyway, I would like to be buried. I want a plot of land that I own. If i can't afford a bit of land whilst I'm living then I certainly want it when I'm dead and buried! I want a white coffin, pink flowers, I want people to wear pink to my funeral (my fav colour can you tell!) and I want to have my full make up on so i go out looking my best ;). I saw my nan before she was buried and she looked awful, there was not a touch of colour about her anywhere so I couldn't fool myself that, 'it's ok she is just sleeping' ....even my grandad was more done up than her. It is an awful thing to go and say good bye when they are gone anyway, but to see her looking so frail, pale & frankly distressed, it was very upsetting. I'm just glad my children didn't come in with me!
Anyway back to my funeral I want people to sing at my funeral not read morbid tributes. I love singing *even if not very good at it!* and think it makes your mood better no matter what the situation. I'd love for people to remember me for the good times, as well as the bad...it's always a sad day when you have to go and say your goodbyes, but it is enivitable. life goes on. For every death, i'm sure someone, somewhere is celebrating a new life.
I would also like all of my family to be there, reunited in grief. Not against one another because they are fighting over possessions, wealth or anything else materialistic (let's face I don't have much anyway....if they would all like to take a debt each, they are more than welcome to it lol i'm sure hubby would appreciate that!)
At my grandma's funeral we all went our seperate ways at the wake. Half went to the organised do, and my half went to the local pub, so we could pay our respects and not bad mouth the other half. And also actually celebrate a life, not tell everyone what we had managed to pillage from the house. Her possessions were little and apparanly 'worthless' (quote one family member) to me however, every little thing reminded me of my childhood spent at her house, or parties, or even the sad times when we would gather in the front room. Her furniture (such as the sofa) that she refused to part with, yet spent more money re-covering year after year rather than buying a new replacement. I remember the little brass ornaments that she used to go nuts at everytime one of us touched them....the little teapot, and iron and other such things, all made from brass. they made great toys! And it is that sort of thing that is priceless to us, yet we can not keep. All of the house has been packed up and sent to a hospice because of the family rows.
I always thought family were supposed to stick together, through thick and thin. Take first seat over friends. Blood is thicker than water, i was told, time and time again. And it is these members of the family that instilled this into me that are the ones going against that grain. Despicable.
I'm sorry this blog has turned into a right miserable diary full of regrets, sadness & nothing funny nor happy. But alas, this is how I feel! No wonder I only have 3 followers ;)
Such is life!
But I have decided anyway, I would like to be buried. I want a plot of land that I own. If i can't afford a bit of land whilst I'm living then I certainly want it when I'm dead and buried! I want a white coffin, pink flowers, I want people to wear pink to my funeral (my fav colour can you tell!) and I want to have my full make up on so i go out looking my best ;). I saw my nan before she was buried and she looked awful, there was not a touch of colour about her anywhere so I couldn't fool myself that, 'it's ok she is just sleeping' ....even my grandad was more done up than her. It is an awful thing to go and say good bye when they are gone anyway, but to see her looking so frail, pale & frankly distressed, it was very upsetting. I'm just glad my children didn't come in with me!
Anyway back to my funeral I want people to sing at my funeral not read morbid tributes. I love singing *even if not very good at it!* and think it makes your mood better no matter what the situation. I'd love for people to remember me for the good times, as well as the bad...it's always a sad day when you have to go and say your goodbyes, but it is enivitable. life goes on. For every death, i'm sure someone, somewhere is celebrating a new life.
I would also like all of my family to be there, reunited in grief. Not against one another because they are fighting over possessions, wealth or anything else materialistic (let's face I don't have much anyway....if they would all like to take a debt each, they are more than welcome to it lol i'm sure hubby would appreciate that!)
At my grandma's funeral we all went our seperate ways at the wake. Half went to the organised do, and my half went to the local pub, so we could pay our respects and not bad mouth the other half. And also actually celebrate a life, not tell everyone what we had managed to pillage from the house. Her possessions were little and apparanly 'worthless' (quote one family member) to me however, every little thing reminded me of my childhood spent at her house, or parties, or even the sad times when we would gather in the front room. Her furniture (such as the sofa) that she refused to part with, yet spent more money re-covering year after year rather than buying a new replacement. I remember the little brass ornaments that she used to go nuts at everytime one of us touched them....the little teapot, and iron and other such things, all made from brass. they made great toys! And it is that sort of thing that is priceless to us, yet we can not keep. All of the house has been packed up and sent to a hospice because of the family rows.
I always thought family were supposed to stick together, through thick and thin. Take first seat over friends. Blood is thicker than water, i was told, time and time again. And it is these members of the family that instilled this into me that are the ones going against that grain. Despicable.
I'm sorry this blog has turned into a right miserable diary full of regrets, sadness & nothing funny nor happy. But alas, this is how I feel! No wonder I only have 3 followers ;)
Such is life!
Monday, 30 May 2011
road trip!
Well I had a bit of a road trip this last week, I went from Essex over to Dover, then to the top of kent, and over to Salisbury & then finally over to Wales. Am absolutely exhausted now and boy was it an expensive trip! I must have spent over a weeks wages on petrol *insert super shocked face*
The idea of the journey was to spend the weekend with e'strange'd dad in Wales, but obviously had to pick up hubby & older son on way through....turned out it was hardly on the way through and i ended up going a few hundred miles out of my way! Now of course doing all this travelling I was being super organised (for a change) and decided to print out directions to all of these places & back again :D
Until, of course, the printer ran out of ink. Great. So, not one to be deterred, i sat there for hours on end writing them all out in ink! Next morning all ready to set off, i load up the car, settle babies into car seats, even have dvd player ready for them with hundreds of hours of Peppa Pig, Ben & Holly, back to the future & toy story ready (super mum!) So i go back into house after doing all this to fetch the directions, and make sure I haven't forgotten anything, and ahh, the directions are missing. Bloody brilliant! I find them several minutes later on the kitchen table, under kids books,where I had stupidly left them to peruse over breakfast, found them with porridge and nail varnish all over them. Hmmm. I desperately try to scrape as much off before leaving as possible and then realise that i actually can't read my own writing. B*gger. Now I remember why I print EVERYTHING! So anyway I set off, and head to get son from school then stop at mums overnight, I go back onto driving directions website and again try to write it all down. I eventually crack and hastily drive to tesco and pick up a half price sat nav. Job done! No more writing! Yey!
So i get sat nav back to mums, plug into computer like man said and hey presto i can't even get the damned thing to switch on. I end up sitting there for over an hour fiddling with buttons and actually reading the instructions to still be none the wiser as how to use the stupid thing! Again i crack and ask 12 year old son to come and work it out for me *very embarrassing, but I knew it would happen so am unsure as to why I didn't just hand over to him in the first place* five minutes later and he has programmed in the home address, the address in salisbury and dad's address....ok, ok, no need to show off. So next day we set off after figuring out how to get to screen with map *felt like knocking head on brick wall several times trying to figure that one out* and the stupid bl**dy thing decides to take us through London on a bank holiday Friday over battersea bridge, instead of just saying to us, look the M25 is longer, sure, but hey you know going through London at this time of day, at this time of year, well you'd rather pull your own teeth out.....so for all it's clever cloggness (yes probably made up word, beware) it doesn't think very smartly! Of course my son could argue, and did in fact argue, that if i had let him do it he could have zoomed out and told me it was going to take me that way before I reached the point of no return (south circular)...whatever. It was my toy and i was determined to have the first play of it. Of course, sensibly after that fiasco, I did actually hand it over to him and ask him to direct us whereever we needed to go after that!
We finally made it to dad's house, and my goodness it's not really a house but actually a mansion (no really) so of course the first thing I want to know is where the ghosts' reside, and take a tour to the exact spot they have all been spotted in. This of course resulted in a 32 yr old very nearly wetting the bed that night because she was too scared to get out of bed for ghosts killing her *sigh- i never learn*
So the next day the news is broken that we are going to spend the day on dad's fishery, I almost run for the hills, or indeed the south circular again, but realise i don't have the skills necessary to find either, even with a sat nav :/
So off we go up to our room (we all shared one- even though there were 12 to choose from- i was scared the kids might get eaten by ghosts, or countryfied monsters) and it is then that I realise we 1) have no coats, and 2) no wellies oh and 3) i have left my jeans at mums. F**k. I'm in the middle of the welsh valleys, it's freezing cold and I have hot pants & wedges (ok slight exaggeration, but i was not prepared) so off I tottle to town, Cardigan, lovely place and had some very cheap charity shops which thankfully had jeans in my size & cheaps coats. I guess the name of the place should have pre-warned me of what sort of attire I should have brought...alas i'm not the sharpest tool in the box when it comes to ruddy great big hints though!
After dressing for the arctic we set off to Lampeter and find there that the weather is even colder than in Cardigan. Brill. So i sulk off to find the club house, make the manager turn on all the heating and sit there holed up for pretty much most of the day, apart from when I enthusiastically walked round the lakes, and of course by enthusiatic I merely meant I tried to run round them as quick as possible to get back to the warm hut!
Later on back at the house and I have the same issues with the dark and the loos, oh and also the spiders, they are frigging huge in the country, they look like they actually could eat me. So luckily for me there were about 6 toilets to choose from so I avoided the spider's den and went in search of a spider-less one each time. Even though it was pointed out to me each time, 'there is one there why are you going all the way up to the third floor', me- 'oh i like the view thanks whilst sitting on the loo'....This little trip if nothing else, made me thankful i live in a tiny house, with minimal cleaning (compared to that house!), my house was warm (do you realise how much energy you can exert trying to warm up a big old house) ..THE only thing i wanted to pack up and take home was the garden! It was huge and the kids loved it! Oh and I could fit THE biggest trampoline in there ;)
So the final day of our trip was spent at the beach, it just has to be done really doesn't it, if you are British and you are on holiday you simply MUST go to the beach. EVEN if the sand is actually being picked up off the floor and being thrown 10 feet in the air and into your face. Even if the sea is too cold for the fish to swim in, never mind you, and even if you have to go in coats, scarves, gloves, it just has to be done. So we went and sat there all padded up in clothes to build sandcastles. The sky was black, the sea was out, yet the beach was surprisingly (or not) busy??! Just goes to show we are all as mad as one another! After that we headed to the only restaurant for 10 hundred miles, well it felt like it, and had lunch. I had a small heart attack as a side dish when I went to pay the bill too. seems when you are the only restaurant for miles you can charge whatever the hell you like. Even if the food is rank. (actually food was O.K, but nothing special, and certainly not worth what we paid)
On the way home that night we had to detour back to salisbury to drop hubby off, and I found THE most beautiful village full of thatched houses, looked just like the shire from lord of the rings! lovely! Not that i could afford it of course but i could still dream! After dropping hubby off I had to do the rest of the driving, I still didn't trust the sat nav so after cancelling the journey several times and resetting it, i finally followed it (it didn't change once so i assumed all was well) and great, it took me over the M25 right where all the road works were. great. So it being nearly midnight and me being up waaaaaaaaay past my bedtime i decided to ignore the speed limit (which had been dropped cos of roadworks, BUT roadwork men were tucked up in bed & noone was on road) so I am expecting a ticket in the post this week....oh and I made it home with 1 mile of petrol left. Now how is that for exactness! So i've learned my lesson here, don't go back to wales unless i'm am either dressed like an eskimo or global warming has hit there a little more and it warms up to the temperature that the rest of the country is!
But all in all, a good trip, one most definately to remember, AND i now LOVE my sat nav :).....couldn't imagine even going to tesco without her now ;)
Happy Bank Holiday all!
The idea of the journey was to spend the weekend with e'strange'd dad in Wales, but obviously had to pick up hubby & older son on way through....turned out it was hardly on the way through and i ended up going a few hundred miles out of my way! Now of course doing all this travelling I was being super organised (for a change) and decided to print out directions to all of these places & back again :D
Until, of course, the printer ran out of ink. Great. So, not one to be deterred, i sat there for hours on end writing them all out in ink! Next morning all ready to set off, i load up the car, settle babies into car seats, even have dvd player ready for them with hundreds of hours of Peppa Pig, Ben & Holly, back to the future & toy story ready (super mum!) So i go back into house after doing all this to fetch the directions, and make sure I haven't forgotten anything, and ahh, the directions are missing. Bloody brilliant! I find them several minutes later on the kitchen table, under kids books,where I had stupidly left them to peruse over breakfast, found them with porridge and nail varnish all over them. Hmmm. I desperately try to scrape as much off before leaving as possible and then realise that i actually can't read my own writing. B*gger. Now I remember why I print EVERYTHING! So anyway I set off, and head to get son from school then stop at mums overnight, I go back onto driving directions website and again try to write it all down. I eventually crack and hastily drive to tesco and pick up a half price sat nav. Job done! No more writing! Yey!
So i get sat nav back to mums, plug into computer like man said and hey presto i can't even get the damned thing to switch on. I end up sitting there for over an hour fiddling with buttons and actually reading the instructions to still be none the wiser as how to use the stupid thing! Again i crack and ask 12 year old son to come and work it out for me *very embarrassing, but I knew it would happen so am unsure as to why I didn't just hand over to him in the first place* five minutes later and he has programmed in the home address, the address in salisbury and dad's address....ok, ok, no need to show off. So next day we set off after figuring out how to get to screen with map *felt like knocking head on brick wall several times trying to figure that one out* and the stupid bl**dy thing decides to take us through London on a bank holiday Friday over battersea bridge, instead of just saying to us, look the M25 is longer, sure, but hey you know going through London at this time of day, at this time of year, well you'd rather pull your own teeth out.....so for all it's clever cloggness (yes probably made up word, beware) it doesn't think very smartly! Of course my son could argue, and did in fact argue, that if i had let him do it he could have zoomed out and told me it was going to take me that way before I reached the point of no return (south circular)...whatever. It was my toy and i was determined to have the first play of it. Of course, sensibly after that fiasco, I did actually hand it over to him and ask him to direct us whereever we needed to go after that!
We finally made it to dad's house, and my goodness it's not really a house but actually a mansion (no really) so of course the first thing I want to know is where the ghosts' reside, and take a tour to the exact spot they have all been spotted in. This of course resulted in a 32 yr old very nearly wetting the bed that night because she was too scared to get out of bed for ghosts killing her *sigh- i never learn*
So the next day the news is broken that we are going to spend the day on dad's fishery, I almost run for the hills, or indeed the south circular again, but realise i don't have the skills necessary to find either, even with a sat nav :/
So off we go up to our room (we all shared one- even though there were 12 to choose from- i was scared the kids might get eaten by ghosts, or countryfied monsters) and it is then that I realise we 1) have no coats, and 2) no wellies oh and 3) i have left my jeans at mums. F**k. I'm in the middle of the welsh valleys, it's freezing cold and I have hot pants & wedges (ok slight exaggeration, but i was not prepared) so off I tottle to town, Cardigan, lovely place and had some very cheap charity shops which thankfully had jeans in my size & cheaps coats. I guess the name of the place should have pre-warned me of what sort of attire I should have brought...alas i'm not the sharpest tool in the box when it comes to ruddy great big hints though!
After dressing for the arctic we set off to Lampeter and find there that the weather is even colder than in Cardigan. Brill. So i sulk off to find the club house, make the manager turn on all the heating and sit there holed up for pretty much most of the day, apart from when I enthusiastically walked round the lakes, and of course by enthusiatic I merely meant I tried to run round them as quick as possible to get back to the warm hut!
Later on back at the house and I have the same issues with the dark and the loos, oh and also the spiders, they are frigging huge in the country, they look like they actually could eat me. So luckily for me there were about 6 toilets to choose from so I avoided the spider's den and went in search of a spider-less one each time. Even though it was pointed out to me each time, 'there is one there why are you going all the way up to the third floor', me- 'oh i like the view thanks whilst sitting on the loo'....This little trip if nothing else, made me thankful i live in a tiny house, with minimal cleaning (compared to that house!), my house was warm (do you realise how much energy you can exert trying to warm up a big old house) ..THE only thing i wanted to pack up and take home was the garden! It was huge and the kids loved it! Oh and I could fit THE biggest trampoline in there ;)
So the final day of our trip was spent at the beach, it just has to be done really doesn't it, if you are British and you are on holiday you simply MUST go to the beach. EVEN if the sand is actually being picked up off the floor and being thrown 10 feet in the air and into your face. Even if the sea is too cold for the fish to swim in, never mind you, and even if you have to go in coats, scarves, gloves, it just has to be done. So we went and sat there all padded up in clothes to build sandcastles. The sky was black, the sea was out, yet the beach was surprisingly (or not) busy??! Just goes to show we are all as mad as one another! After that we headed to the only restaurant for 10 hundred miles, well it felt like it, and had lunch. I had a small heart attack as a side dish when I went to pay the bill too. seems when you are the only restaurant for miles you can charge whatever the hell you like. Even if the food is rank. (actually food was O.K, but nothing special, and certainly not worth what we paid)
On the way home that night we had to detour back to salisbury to drop hubby off, and I found THE most beautiful village full of thatched houses, looked just like the shire from lord of the rings! lovely! Not that i could afford it of course but i could still dream! After dropping hubby off I had to do the rest of the driving, I still didn't trust the sat nav so after cancelling the journey several times and resetting it, i finally followed it (it didn't change once so i assumed all was well) and great, it took me over the M25 right where all the road works were. great. So it being nearly midnight and me being up waaaaaaaaay past my bedtime i decided to ignore the speed limit (which had been dropped cos of roadworks, BUT roadwork men were tucked up in bed & noone was on road) so I am expecting a ticket in the post this week....oh and I made it home with 1 mile of petrol left. Now how is that for exactness! So i've learned my lesson here, don't go back to wales unless i'm am either dressed like an eskimo or global warming has hit there a little more and it warms up to the temperature that the rest of the country is!
But all in all, a good trip, one most definately to remember, AND i now LOVE my sat nav :).....couldn't imagine even going to tesco without her now ;)
Happy Bank Holiday all!
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
arghhhhhhhhh....and breaaaathe!
Well this evening I think Tabitha would have had me voted best mum of the year! I was a nice mummy and made cakes, and let her have one before bed, I let her watch a whole dvd of Mr Tumble, and then 6 episodes of Peppa Pig, each time one finished I would say let's go to bed & she would plead for another so I gave in.....little does she know that I only made the cakes because i'd run out of chocolate and needed to feed my sugar craving once they'd gone to bed, and little did she know that I gave in to a whole dvd of Mr tumble because I was playing bejewelled blitz on the Ipod behind her back ....and once that had finished I had no energy to get up and get her undressed, bathed and put to bed, so peppa pig went on for (ever) 6 episodes....but hey ho, i'll let her think i'm brill and let her tell me how much she loves me rather than the fact i'm a lazy fat (well will be after all those cakes ar eaten) biatch!
After peppa finished I managed to crawl off the couch and grab some old p.j's (well last nights) that had been rammed in a toy box after one of my *ahem* cleaning frenzies earlier, they were sporting this mornings breakfast on (don't raise your eyebrows like you've never done this lol) and it was only as i was putting them on that I remembered exactly why Tabitha had needed the bath that I had blatently dodged (on their behalf)...she had pen marks from her ears down to her toes, oh well, i'm sure pens must pass standards now and not contain poison???? (let's hope so anyway, as a few were pretty deep on the skin, almost like she tried to tattoo herself)
After chucking them both in bed and telling them if they got out a big spider would eat them, i trundled back downstairs, debating whether to watch a film in bed, or watch eastenders & some catch up on sky down here....opted for down stairs as the cakes were nearer, and the emergency cider!
So settled with cake, i decided to check my emails, AND i had waiting for me the best news ever :) the case of wine that i had tried to cancel wasn't cancelled as it was done too late *secret yey!!!* and they would still charge and deliver to me *yeyeyeyeyey* Then for the next 5 mins -didn't take long- I tried to justify to myself why i deserved the wine out of the tight budget we are on.....of course like i said that didn't take long, and after working out that each bottle cost only £4, and were yummy, i practially had to stop myself getting on to M&S for 10 more cases! Ha!
Whilst waiting for my emails to load up i scanned the damage to the living room, debating whether to clean today or whether it would suffice until tomorrow....and noticed the toys were no where to be seen?! Oh MY God, i thought, the kids have finally listened to me and cleaned up after themselves! Of course i was wrong, and after a bit of investigation, they had in fact moved everything they could lift into the garden! great. I was in my p.j's, had taken bra off, sorry too much info, but they swing so low when bare, I almost went upstairs to get dressed before entering my own garden. Of course I saw sense and just ran into the garden like I was looking for cover from lightening, only to be immediately stopped by the neighbour 'hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii' *sh*t* ..........So after the most embarrassing conversation and me trying very subtly to hold up the boobies I went back inside and berated myself for not getting dressed like i had first thought!
Rest of the evening will follow as planned...I will go to bed after eastenders and not eat all the cake nor emergency cider...bah, who'm I kidding, i'm putting a film on and eating so much i feel sick and searching the house for emergency alcohol after the cider has gone....then tomorrow i will wake up and b*tch about how tired I am! same old!
After peppa finished I managed to crawl off the couch and grab some old p.j's (well last nights) that had been rammed in a toy box after one of my *ahem* cleaning frenzies earlier, they were sporting this mornings breakfast on (don't raise your eyebrows like you've never done this lol) and it was only as i was putting them on that I remembered exactly why Tabitha had needed the bath that I had blatently dodged (on their behalf)...she had pen marks from her ears down to her toes, oh well, i'm sure pens must pass standards now and not contain poison???? (let's hope so anyway, as a few were pretty deep on the skin, almost like she tried to tattoo herself)
After chucking them both in bed and telling them if they got out a big spider would eat them, i trundled back downstairs, debating whether to watch a film in bed, or watch eastenders & some catch up on sky down here....opted for down stairs as the cakes were nearer, and the emergency cider!
So settled with cake, i decided to check my emails, AND i had waiting for me the best news ever :) the case of wine that i had tried to cancel wasn't cancelled as it was done too late *secret yey!!!* and they would still charge and deliver to me *yeyeyeyeyey* Then for the next 5 mins -didn't take long- I tried to justify to myself why i deserved the wine out of the tight budget we are on.....of course like i said that didn't take long, and after working out that each bottle cost only £4, and were yummy, i practially had to stop myself getting on to M&S for 10 more cases! Ha!
Whilst waiting for my emails to load up i scanned the damage to the living room, debating whether to clean today or whether it would suffice until tomorrow....and noticed the toys were no where to be seen?! Oh MY God, i thought, the kids have finally listened to me and cleaned up after themselves! Of course i was wrong, and after a bit of investigation, they had in fact moved everything they could lift into the garden! great. I was in my p.j's, had taken bra off, sorry too much info, but they swing so low when bare, I almost went upstairs to get dressed before entering my own garden. Of course I saw sense and just ran into the garden like I was looking for cover from lightening, only to be immediately stopped by the neighbour 'hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii' *sh*t* ..........So after the most embarrassing conversation and me trying very subtly to hold up the boobies I went back inside and berated myself for not getting dressed like i had first thought!
Rest of the evening will follow as planned...I will go to bed after eastenders and not eat all the cake nor emergency cider...bah, who'm I kidding, i'm putting a film on and eating so much i feel sick and searching the house for emergency alcohol after the cider has gone....then tomorrow i will wake up and b*tch about how tired I am! same old!
Sunday, 22 May 2011
wow time flies...
WOW the last few weeks have gone so fast, and hubby is now safely back at work for the week....they bring him back from Afghan and chuck him down to Larkhill instead...where, ironically the reception for the internet & phone is worse?! Go figure that one out huh?!
My hair disaster is now rectified *phew*....The mother-in-law came over for a few days and 'nicely' said that the 'blonde' didn't suit me (was never blonde anyway, dark blonde/light brown/ginger is how I would have described it at best)....oh the shame, it is now RED!!! I suppose I should keep it to myself that I actually trained as a hairdresser 13 years ago......I bet you're all thanking the lord I decided I didn't want to be one after qualifying - yes they actually passed me...with distinction *insert shocked face here later*
So whilst I haven't been blogging I have been silently fuming with the family (by this i mean the ones who think they are mafia/royality what ever you like to call spoilt, ungrateful members that think they can help themselves to whatever they please). My dear Nan passed away last week & she was staying with my aunt & uncle. Because they don't really get on with everyone we haven't seen as much of her as we would have all liked, by 'we' I mean me, my sisters, my mother & probably my father! Anyways, she passed after a week or so of being in hospital on life support & a collapsed lung & only 30% of her heart working...I personally think she did very well lasting that long with all that was wrong with her.
And I for one was glad to finally get the news that she wasn't in pain anymore, no longer drugged up on morphine but finally at peace with grandad.... However, whilst all this was going on my conniving cousins & aunt & uncle were praying for her to hang on in there because they had decided to strip her house bare & settle themselves in for the long run- (it is a lovely 3 bed council house in south east london, so highly expensive to live there, and no houses left basically) -and not tell anyone!
Well by anyone I mean me, mother, father, sisters! EVERYONE else knew, and not one had told us. We were of course upset, and then even more so when we found out her savings account had been cleared by said family members also. So who believes in Karma.........me, me, me!
The funeral is in a couple of weeks, and knowing what I know now, I don't really want to go. Only because I don't want to speak to certain family members (as mentioned above) because they do not know that we know their 'secret'....hmmm what to do huh!
And the funny thing is, my nan, bless her was the most rambunctious person I had ever come across...she spoke her mind to everyone & would not take no for an answer. She reminded me of the nan from Catherine Tate's show, to the tee! I remember seeing it for the first time and ringing my sister & mum to tell them to switch over to it, only for them to say to me, omg have you seen the exact replica of nan on T.V! She also swore as much as that nan, and I swear she used to say, 'so&so is taking a F**ing liberty doing that'; the only difference was the accent & the hair ;) a truly memorable character!
I remember speaking to her after her husband, our grandad, died. She specifically stated that she did not want anyone having her house, it was to go back to someone on the council list who needed it. She also said that her life savings were not for one son in particular but to be split between the 4 remaining sons. And it saddens me now to know that her last wishes were trodden upon out of greed, spite & never knowing when enough is enough....
This blog is very doom & gloom, for that I'm sorry, (if anyone reads) but it feels better than telling said family members how I feel & is far cheaper than a therapist ;) so I will be back a little more regularly now hubby is back at work, partly because I am always bored in the evenings & partly to keep me away from the chocolate (am still on diet, booooooooooooo)!!
My hair disaster is now rectified *phew*....The mother-in-law came over for a few days and 'nicely' said that the 'blonde' didn't suit me (was never blonde anyway, dark blonde/light brown/ginger is how I would have described it at best)....oh the shame, it is now RED!!! I suppose I should keep it to myself that I actually trained as a hairdresser 13 years ago......I bet you're all thanking the lord I decided I didn't want to be one after qualifying - yes they actually passed me...with distinction *insert shocked face here later*
So whilst I haven't been blogging I have been silently fuming with the family (by this i mean the ones who think they are mafia/royality what ever you like to call spoilt, ungrateful members that think they can help themselves to whatever they please). My dear Nan passed away last week & she was staying with my aunt & uncle. Because they don't really get on with everyone we haven't seen as much of her as we would have all liked, by 'we' I mean me, my sisters, my mother & probably my father! Anyways, she passed after a week or so of being in hospital on life support & a collapsed lung & only 30% of her heart working...I personally think she did very well lasting that long with all that was wrong with her.
And I for one was glad to finally get the news that she wasn't in pain anymore, no longer drugged up on morphine but finally at peace with grandad.... However, whilst all this was going on my conniving cousins & aunt & uncle were praying for her to hang on in there because they had decided to strip her house bare & settle themselves in for the long run- (it is a lovely 3 bed council house in south east london, so highly expensive to live there, and no houses left basically) -and not tell anyone!
Well by anyone I mean me, mother, father, sisters! EVERYONE else knew, and not one had told us. We were of course upset, and then even more so when we found out her savings account had been cleared by said family members also. So who believes in Karma.........me, me, me!
The funeral is in a couple of weeks, and knowing what I know now, I don't really want to go. Only because I don't want to speak to certain family members (as mentioned above) because they do not know that we know their 'secret'....hmmm what to do huh!
And the funny thing is, my nan, bless her was the most rambunctious person I had ever come across...she spoke her mind to everyone & would not take no for an answer. She reminded me of the nan from Catherine Tate's show, to the tee! I remember seeing it for the first time and ringing my sister & mum to tell them to switch over to it, only for them to say to me, omg have you seen the exact replica of nan on T.V! She also swore as much as that nan, and I swear she used to say, 'so&so is taking a F**ing liberty doing that'; the only difference was the accent & the hair ;) a truly memorable character!
I remember speaking to her after her husband, our grandad, died. She specifically stated that she did not want anyone having her house, it was to go back to someone on the council list who needed it. She also said that her life savings were not for one son in particular but to be split between the 4 remaining sons. And it saddens me now to know that her last wishes were trodden upon out of greed, spite & never knowing when enough is enough....
This blog is very doom & gloom, for that I'm sorry, (if anyone reads) but it feels better than telling said family members how I feel & is far cheaper than a therapist ;) so I will be back a little more regularly now hubby is back at work, partly because I am always bored in the evenings & partly to keep me away from the chocolate (am still on diet, booooooooooooo)!!
Thursday, 12 May 2011
Do blondes have more fun?
Well, well, well. I finally decided that I had had enough being a brunette, I've been talking about dying my hair for a LONG time, and in my defense I may have actually done it one day....Anyway Liam comes home, with grocery shopping, and in the bags are a baby blonde permanent hair dye & bleach....err?? He has obviously had enough of me being a brunette, either that or my moaning about wanting a change (oops)
So i told him it wasn't enough as my hair is very long and thick. So it sits on the shelf for a week or so, and one day I finally plucked up the courage. I enlisted Liam's help whilst the kids were in their rooms....and off we set for blondehood! Ah well if it were only that easy huh!
I decided I had dyed my hair enough times not to read the instructions, this was my first mistake. I set Liam in charge of mixing products up, this was my second mistake. SO Liam starts applying the hair dye, roots first down to the ends (the pre-lightening stuff) 'Oh' I say, 'I don't think that it should be going that light, that quick?' Quick flick through the instructions (by passing the first few steps....) ah ok maybe it's ok?
Half hour later and the dye is all on, all two boxes of it. This is stage one. I then realise that Liam has mixed pot A with B but left pot C on the side, which should have been mixed with pot A& B after you have given them a vigorous shaking. *Bugger* so with the dregs of pot A&B we mix pot C and quickly massage into A & B which is already on head, 'Sh*t, Sh*T, Sh*TTTT'.
So a few pics later and a few conversations on facebook later, I realise that I should have started from tips to roots, 'oh' Liam says, 'I'm sure it will be fine'- famous last words I think!!!!!
So I finally go back upstairs, and look for instructions. Ah-ha, yes I was wrong, liam was wrong and said friend is right, we had f*cked up royally, and gone and made the roots, white, the middle bit orange, the ends dark blonde/brown/orange/copper. Brill! Liam again says, 'it's fine' and 'just tell people you meant to do it like that'...'Ah yes,' I could say, 'well you see my children absolutely loveeeeeee Mcdonalds, so I thought I would try and look like Ronald bloody Mcdonald, just for them, aren't a great mum'..next ensues a mini argument which gets me nor my hair anywhere nearer to being blonde. The Dye has been on over an hour and half, the roots are see through now, the tips no where near being blonde *oh God*....so we wash it off, and I silently cry & pray!
Look in the mirror, and OMG even worse than I thought with dye on, so next step is dying *Blonde* hair to the shade you want. So i see if in the instructions it says anything about bolloxing up the making it blonde part, and says something like, 'well so in this section you do this if you f*cked up the first stage, that even a 5 yr old could do', but no it's more like, 'if you don't have light enough hair already, you are screwed and have just wasted your money'. But being an optimist (did I have any other choice) I put it on, leave it for double the time it is supposed to be on, take it off and yey it's blonde....no actually that's the happy ending I never got. It's actually Carrot/orange/disgusting. F*ckity F*ck, F*ck well the tourettes carried on for far longer....but you get the picture. Moi= not happy.
Liam reckoned i still looked beautiful (aww) however a trip to Boots to buy more hair dye has actually confirmed that 1) he doesn't pay the blindest bit of notice to me, or 2) he is blind. Never had so many *odd* looks in one shopping trip, even when once I wore Bright green flares did it not attract this much attention *shame*
This blonde (carrot/ginger/orange) head does not have more fun. Should have stayed boring but safe brown......! If you are considering doing this at home, TIP 1: start from the ends and work up to the roots. TIP2, read the instructions! TIP 3: go to a bloody hairdresser, after you f*ck it up and try to fix it several times you will have actually spent the same amount of money, and probably shortened your life instead of extending it but chillaxing in a hairdressers chair!!!
PICS: (remember this is a work in progress)
So i told him it wasn't enough as my hair is very long and thick. So it sits on the shelf for a week or so, and one day I finally plucked up the courage. I enlisted Liam's help whilst the kids were in their rooms....and off we set for blondehood! Ah well if it were only that easy huh!
I decided I had dyed my hair enough times not to read the instructions, this was my first mistake. I set Liam in charge of mixing products up, this was my second mistake. SO Liam starts applying the hair dye, roots first down to the ends (the pre-lightening stuff) 'Oh' I say, 'I don't think that it should be going that light, that quick?' Quick flick through the instructions (by passing the first few steps....) ah ok maybe it's ok?
Half hour later and the dye is all on, all two boxes of it. This is stage one. I then realise that Liam has mixed pot A with B but left pot C on the side, which should have been mixed with pot A& B after you have given them a vigorous shaking. *Bugger* so with the dregs of pot A&B we mix pot C and quickly massage into A & B which is already on head, 'Sh*t, Sh*T, Sh*TTTT'.
So a few pics later and a few conversations on facebook later, I realise that I should have started from tips to roots, 'oh' Liam says, 'I'm sure it will be fine'- famous last words I think!!!!!
So I finally go back upstairs, and look for instructions. Ah-ha, yes I was wrong, liam was wrong and said friend is right, we had f*cked up royally, and gone and made the roots, white, the middle bit orange, the ends dark blonde/brown/orange/copper. Brill! Liam again says, 'it's fine' and 'just tell people you meant to do it like that'...'Ah yes,' I could say, 'well you see my children absolutely loveeeeeee Mcdonalds, so I thought I would try and look like Ronald bloody Mcdonald, just for them, aren't a great mum'..next ensues a mini argument which gets me nor my hair anywhere nearer to being blonde. The Dye has been on over an hour and half, the roots are see through now, the tips no where near being blonde *oh God*....so we wash it off, and I silently cry & pray!
Look in the mirror, and OMG even worse than I thought with dye on, so next step is dying *Blonde* hair to the shade you want. So i see if in the instructions it says anything about bolloxing up the making it blonde part, and says something like, 'well so in this section you do this if you f*cked up the first stage, that even a 5 yr old could do', but no it's more like, 'if you don't have light enough hair already, you are screwed and have just wasted your money'. But being an optimist (did I have any other choice) I put it on, leave it for double the time it is supposed to be on, take it off and yey it's blonde....no actually that's the happy ending I never got. It's actually Carrot/orange/disgusting. F*ckity F*ck, F*ck well the tourettes carried on for far longer....but you get the picture. Moi= not happy.
Liam reckoned i still looked beautiful (aww) however a trip to Boots to buy more hair dye has actually confirmed that 1) he doesn't pay the blindest bit of notice to me, or 2) he is blind. Never had so many *odd* looks in one shopping trip, even when once I wore Bright green flares did it not attract this much attention *shame*
This blonde (carrot/ginger/orange) head does not have more fun. Should have stayed boring but safe brown......! If you are considering doing this at home, TIP 1: start from the ends and work up to the roots. TIP2, read the instructions! TIP 3: go to a bloody hairdresser, after you f*ck it up and try to fix it several times you will have actually spent the same amount of money, and probably shortened your life instead of extending it but chillaxing in a hairdressers chair!!!
PICS: (remember this is a work in progress)
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| NATURAL HAIR COLOUR |
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| AFTER STEP 1 |
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| AFTER STEP 2 STILL NOT BLONDE *SOB* AND 4 HOURS OF HAIR DYE ON HEAD, STILL GINGER! |
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| HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM- HELP! |
OH WOW FABBY DOO DAH, BLOODY BRILLIANT, NOT *SOB*
Friday, 6 May 2011
Credit...
Well for anyone that's read all my blogs, you'll know that I am on a DMP. I have to say I spend a fair bit of my spare time nowadays checking my bank balance, doing spreadsheets trying to balance everything & reading & soaking up info on MSE (great site for all sorts of reasons- check it out).
And after reading a post on there over the last week (was a long post) it made me realise that all sorts of people get into debt, some people consider £1,000 a debt, to others it's £500,000. To me £1k was me doing ok, and not that far into my main overdraft. Debt is relative to situation, income & outgoings...i didn't really believe this unti i read that post. My personal debt was accrued whilst DH retrained for his new job, his old self-employed work dried up, I also started uni at the same time. I made a bad investment which added a huge amount to my debt. And we got married & had 2 babies. That is it in a nutshell. We didn't buy flash cars, holidays, clothes (unfortunately, at least then we would have something to show...)
Instead i was paying for a mortgage at the height of the hiked interest rates, because my tenants buggered off and my 'spare' house was empty. I tried to sell, the housing market quite literally crashed the day after!! (this was said bad investment)
We needed cots, prams (all bought ebay or second hand else where or half price in sales) clothes were from primark or tesco...yet we still added to the debts! Interest rates are crippling, that much I know.
Our wedding, i borrowed a dress, hired a cheap leisure centre room, had lovely friends do it up on the cheap, and did the food myself with mum & friends. Was tiring, but it only cost £500. However, when I am out of the DMP i would love to do it again, properly. Preferably abroad, so I know I will get my honeymoon too (didn't get that as we moved and were broke!) lol
Our move we hired a smallish van and drove from london-wales-new home ourselves to move everything was very tiring but much cheaper than paying someone. Being poor is no fun!
Finding out about the CCCS was our lightbulb moment as some call it, I realised that for 2 years I had been robbing peter to pay paul and we were still no closer to paying anything off (frigging interest rates again). In fact because I was using all spare money meeting minimum payments we then had to buy essentials such as food shop, birthday pressies (okay not essential but...) petrol etc...and this is always a bad idea (so i've been told)...
I have completely trashed my credit score now. BUT I kind of did it on purpose, I knew going on the DMP would do this, and i kind of wanted to trash it. Creditors were literally throwing money at me for some reason, tempting me further into debt. I had no job since quitting just before uni, now had 3 kids instead of one and DH was on low income whilst retraining in the army. Yet i had a nearly 5k overdraft, 10k on credit cards, 115k mortgage, 4k on loans and this is just me....DH had an overdraft & credit cards too. I know for sure after this is all over I will never willingly take out a loan, credit card, just because it is offered...! Obviously i doubt anyone will offer me anything for a good decade yet lol
I have since done research on it and found soooooo (cant emphasise this enough) many people in the same situation. No wonder the country is in recession, we all live on credit, companies, people, you name it...
"A recent report has suggested that there are now many people in the UK who are hiding their debt problems, with many of them struggling to make ends meet financially and hiding their debt issues from their families and loved ones. It is thought that around one in three people could be hiding problems relating to their debt levels and struggling as a result of their debts.
According to the report the value of this so called hidden debt mountain could be an astonishing £55 billion, adding to the already huge level of personal debt that consumers in the UK have overall. The average personal debt in the UK is now said to be just under £10,000." (glitec.co.uk)
I'm sure that some people reading this are in debt, although manageable so not considered debt to them. I urge you if you are, not to over extend yourself. one or two tough months could see you where I am now.
Also found this...which made me laugh because it seems men always want to wear the trousers, be in charge of money etc, yet in reality who is in the house most of the time, knows the bills & dd's inside out and knows how much a loaf of bread is....women!!
"Recent research from a leading Australian bank has found that almost half of all couples row over money. And as more women take control of their household finances, arguments about money are on the increase." (creditcards.com)
At least seeing things like this makes me realise that i'm not alone in trying to take over the money situation ;) lol...might have to show hubby this one...
Anyways I hope you found it interesting, and please feel free to comment, would love to know people are out there :) and perhaps know i'm not the only one that hate credit card companies :D (haha)
And after reading a post on there over the last week (was a long post) it made me realise that all sorts of people get into debt, some people consider £1,000 a debt, to others it's £500,000. To me £1k was me doing ok, and not that far into my main overdraft. Debt is relative to situation, income & outgoings...i didn't really believe this unti i read that post. My personal debt was accrued whilst DH retrained for his new job, his old self-employed work dried up, I also started uni at the same time. I made a bad investment which added a huge amount to my debt. And we got married & had 2 babies. That is it in a nutshell. We didn't buy flash cars, holidays, clothes (unfortunately, at least then we would have something to show...)
Instead i was paying for a mortgage at the height of the hiked interest rates, because my tenants buggered off and my 'spare' house was empty. I tried to sell, the housing market quite literally crashed the day after!! (this was said bad investment)
We needed cots, prams (all bought ebay or second hand else where or half price in sales) clothes were from primark or tesco...yet we still added to the debts! Interest rates are crippling, that much I know.
Our wedding, i borrowed a dress, hired a cheap leisure centre room, had lovely friends do it up on the cheap, and did the food myself with mum & friends. Was tiring, but it only cost £500. However, when I am out of the DMP i would love to do it again, properly. Preferably abroad, so I know I will get my honeymoon too (didn't get that as we moved and were broke!) lol
Our move we hired a smallish van and drove from london-wales-new home ourselves to move everything was very tiring but much cheaper than paying someone. Being poor is no fun!
Finding out about the CCCS was our lightbulb moment as some call it, I realised that for 2 years I had been robbing peter to pay paul and we were still no closer to paying anything off (frigging interest rates again). In fact because I was using all spare money meeting minimum payments we then had to buy essentials such as food shop, birthday pressies (okay not essential but...) petrol etc...and this is always a bad idea (so i've been told)...
I have completely trashed my credit score now. BUT I kind of did it on purpose, I knew going on the DMP would do this, and i kind of wanted to trash it. Creditors were literally throwing money at me for some reason, tempting me further into debt. I had no job since quitting just before uni, now had 3 kids instead of one and DH was on low income whilst retraining in the army. Yet i had a nearly 5k overdraft, 10k on credit cards, 115k mortgage, 4k on loans and this is just me....DH had an overdraft & credit cards too. I know for sure after this is all over I will never willingly take out a loan, credit card, just because it is offered...! Obviously i doubt anyone will offer me anything for a good decade yet lol
I have since done research on it and found soooooo (cant emphasise this enough) many people in the same situation. No wonder the country is in recession, we all live on credit, companies, people, you name it...
"A recent report has suggested that there are now many people in the UK who are hiding their debt problems, with many of them struggling to make ends meet financially and hiding their debt issues from their families and loved ones. It is thought that around one in three people could be hiding problems relating to their debt levels and struggling as a result of their debts.
According to the report the value of this so called hidden debt mountain could be an astonishing £55 billion, adding to the already huge level of personal debt that consumers in the UK have overall. The average personal debt in the UK is now said to be just under £10,000." (glitec.co.uk)
I'm sure that some people reading this are in debt, although manageable so not considered debt to them. I urge you if you are, not to over extend yourself. one or two tough months could see you where I am now.
Also found this...which made me laugh because it seems men always want to wear the trousers, be in charge of money etc, yet in reality who is in the house most of the time, knows the bills & dd's inside out and knows how much a loaf of bread is....women!!
"Recent research from a leading Australian bank has found that almost half of all couples row over money. And as more women take control of their household finances, arguments about money are on the increase." (creditcards.com)
At least seeing things like this makes me realise that i'm not alone in trying to take over the money situation ;) lol...might have to show hubby this one...
Anyways I hope you found it interesting, and please feel free to comment, would love to know people are out there :) and perhaps know i'm not the only one that hate credit card companies :D (haha)
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
....Zoo......
Well today was a NSD (No Spend Day) :-) My aim is to get 10 of these this month! I'm on 3 i think already, tomorrow is shopping day and i've been good, and been on My supermarket to compare prices! £97 quid at waitrose....and only £59 at Asda...how can that be?! I wonder if the foods at W/R really are of better quality than those at Asda for that price difference....I could have probably chosen top brands at Asda and still come in around the same price as w/r *shocking*
We spent the afternoon at the zoo today getting use out of our year passes, we arrived about 1pm and Tabitha & Caleb headed straight to the Park, we managed to co-erce them out of the park to actually see some animals by around 2pm, and by 3pm she wanted to go back to the park & Caleb was flat out in the pram! I may as well have saved the petrol money and walked them to the park at the back of the house, kids eh!
Caleb is going through a biting stage at the moment, earlier he actually bit Tabtiha so hard she is now left with permanent teeth marks & a big purple bruise. I don't think I've ever heard her cry so much the poor little thing. I told Caleb off and he just turns around and says 'NO' and tries to smack you in the face :/ The naughty step doesn't work, perhaps maybe he is too young (21 months) or perhaps he is just naughty and doesn't care .*phone is ringing BRB*...just had a phone call interrupting my mumbling train of thought there, from Ethan :) He reeled off a list of things he wants bought for him, cricket whites, pokemon tins, pokemon games, ds fixed oh and he told me he loved me and then had to go...i'll say it again, KIDS!
So as I said we went to the zoo, and I find it quite depressing sometimes. I look at some of the animals and their little enclosures and I just think, they should be out in the wild, with vast amounts of space not a little wired enclosure with not enough space to break into a run. Then I see the signs up 'only 600 left in the wild' (Tigers), 'nearly extinct' (gorillas) and I think, well the Zoo's are doing their bit to encourage the extinct species to copulate and reproduce with one another....so they are doing good. BUT I just can't shake that feeling off that animals should be in the wild, we should stop hunting them, we should all become vegetarians, we should all just stop tearing down rain forests, and hunting animals for their skins, furs, tusks etc ...I read that tigers are hunted down by Chinese people mostly for medicinal purposes, they believe nearly every part of a tiger is useful in curing some sort of illness, disease or problem. I'm not so sure myself, but obviously this blog isn't written by Doctor Victoria so i'm not really qualified to say this.....
oh God how depressing, i'm now wondering if anyone is bothering to even read this lol...i'm debating now whether to chill my plum wine from Dover Castle.....i can hear it calling me, and I know I have chocolate left upstairs....Hmmmmmmm ..right-o i'm going as otherwise I will just rant on about animals....oh and also I read on one of the visitor notices...'we know that one of our chimpanzee's rocks back and forth, she was saved from a laboratory and was being tested on, we think she has past traumas that she can remember, hence her depression & rocking to comfort her' (ok not word for word, I don't have a photographic memory unfortunately) but how sad???? :(
We spent the afternoon at the zoo today getting use out of our year passes, we arrived about 1pm and Tabitha & Caleb headed straight to the Park, we managed to co-erce them out of the park to actually see some animals by around 2pm, and by 3pm she wanted to go back to the park & Caleb was flat out in the pram! I may as well have saved the petrol money and walked them to the park at the back of the house, kids eh!
Caleb is going through a biting stage at the moment, earlier he actually bit Tabtiha so hard she is now left with permanent teeth marks & a big purple bruise. I don't think I've ever heard her cry so much the poor little thing. I told Caleb off and he just turns around and says 'NO' and tries to smack you in the face :/ The naughty step doesn't work, perhaps maybe he is too young (21 months) or perhaps he is just naughty and doesn't care .*phone is ringing BRB*...just had a phone call interrupting my mumbling train of thought there, from Ethan :) He reeled off a list of things he wants bought for him, cricket whites, pokemon tins, pokemon games, ds fixed oh and he told me he loved me and then had to go...i'll say it again, KIDS!
So as I said we went to the zoo, and I find it quite depressing sometimes. I look at some of the animals and their little enclosures and I just think, they should be out in the wild, with vast amounts of space not a little wired enclosure with not enough space to break into a run. Then I see the signs up 'only 600 left in the wild' (Tigers), 'nearly extinct' (gorillas) and I think, well the Zoo's are doing their bit to encourage the extinct species to copulate and reproduce with one another....so they are doing good. BUT I just can't shake that feeling off that animals should be in the wild, we should stop hunting them, we should all become vegetarians, we should all just stop tearing down rain forests, and hunting animals for their skins, furs, tusks etc ...I read that tigers are hunted down by Chinese people mostly for medicinal purposes, they believe nearly every part of a tiger is useful in curing some sort of illness, disease or problem. I'm not so sure myself, but obviously this blog isn't written by Doctor Victoria so i'm not really qualified to say this.....
oh God how depressing, i'm now wondering if anyone is bothering to even read this lol...i'm debating now whether to chill my plum wine from Dover Castle.....i can hear it calling me, and I know I have chocolate left upstairs....Hmmmmmmm ..right-o i'm going as otherwise I will just rant on about animals....oh and also I read on one of the visitor notices...'we know that one of our chimpanzee's rocks back and forth, she was saved from a laboratory and was being tested on, we think she has past traumas that she can remember, hence her depression & rocking to comfort her' (ok not word for word, I don't have a photographic memory unfortunately) but how sad???? :(
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
Back to business
Well the Bank Holiday weekends are over, kids back at school, post has resumed (bills landing on door mat lol) so back to business as usual. Only I can't seem to get out of holiday mode, I've been having lie in's every day for at least a week, lazing around on the sofa, not wanting to go outside (i'm allergic to the cold, no really) and even Liam has noticed now, damn! This means I will have to make a concerted effort to get up before 10am, get dressed, and go out from now on. Suppose I could make use of the zoo passes we have, or the English heritage card?! I missed play group today because I was still in that holiday mode, luckily my children are too young to realise what a useless and forgetful mother they have (phew)....
I had a phone call from Ethan earlier, last term it was little army things that kids were collecting (from game workshop??) and now this term it is pokemon cards, which I am sure he was collecting when he was 7, then grew out of it, threw them all away and now 5 years later has suddenly decided it is fun to do again (until next term)....If I hadn't have wasted my money on a tennis raquet he will never use I could have probably got him 10 packs of these blooming cards, oh well....
My posts are a little flaky lately. No real point in them, but this is actually exactly how I am feeling. I can't put my finger on it, but I'm really not feeling myself....I think now I have Liam home after 7 months alone I have kind of just flaked out and not managed to pull myself together yet...hopefully this will occur sooner rather than later!
Good news on my DMP, we contacted lots of creditors this morning and most have agreed to terms if they receive letters from the CCCS (the company dealing with it for us)...I just wish they would send the letters out when they said they were going to! But if this happens interest should be frozen on all accounts and we can pay off what we owe rather than just interest that accrues ;( <----angry face!
Nothing else to report apart from dodgy dreams regarding my postman, milkman (we don't have one???) and a bin man....they all came round to celebrate the royal wedding with me and I have to say they were full of conversation I couldn't shut the postman up in fact! I saw him this morning after said dream and almost asked him how his dog Daisy was....thought I better not, just incase he didn't have a dog called Daisy, or even more worringly if he did actually have a dog called Daisy.....hmmmm
Ok enough rambling, off to sort out bank budget! (deep joy)
I had a phone call from Ethan earlier, last term it was little army things that kids were collecting (from game workshop??) and now this term it is pokemon cards, which I am sure he was collecting when he was 7, then grew out of it, threw them all away and now 5 years later has suddenly decided it is fun to do again (until next term)....If I hadn't have wasted my money on a tennis raquet he will never use I could have probably got him 10 packs of these blooming cards, oh well....
My posts are a little flaky lately. No real point in them, but this is actually exactly how I am feeling. I can't put my finger on it, but I'm really not feeling myself....I think now I have Liam home after 7 months alone I have kind of just flaked out and not managed to pull myself together yet...hopefully this will occur sooner rather than later!
Good news on my DMP, we contacted lots of creditors this morning and most have agreed to terms if they receive letters from the CCCS (the company dealing with it for us)...I just wish they would send the letters out when they said they were going to! But if this happens interest should be frozen on all accounts and we can pay off what we owe rather than just interest that accrues ;( <----angry face!
Nothing else to report apart from dodgy dreams regarding my postman, milkman (we don't have one???) and a bin man....they all came round to celebrate the royal wedding with me and I have to say they were full of conversation I couldn't shut the postman up in fact! I saw him this morning after said dream and almost asked him how his dog Daisy was....thought I better not, just incase he didn't have a dog called Daisy, or even more worringly if he did actually have a dog called Daisy.....hmmmm
Ok enough rambling, off to sort out bank budget! (deep joy)
Sunday, 1 May 2011
New month, budget time
Blah I hate doing the budget, think i'd rather go to a dentist and have teeth pulled. It's a good job I never became an accountant, I get bored just at the sight of statements & budgets & numbers *yawn* So cos hubby is back from Afghan, tax kicks in again, less money blah blah blah, I had to reassess budgets & DMP *groan,yawn, is it wine o'clock yet*
I wonder if I would be as bored if I had millions of pounds in my bank, I think I might actually like to log on to my account everyday in that case, and instead of breaking out in a cold sweat, palpitations, wondering if cheques, Direct Debits have bounced I can count how many pounds I have made in interest, instead of how much interest they have made out of me *yeah I know dream on*
So we're on budget this month, first month for hubby since going away, wondering how he will cope with pocket money in his pocket rather than a bank card, several credit cards & an overdraft.......i'm reckoning he will crack a week in (will update next week on this)
He is doing very well on the homemaking part though, he has baked yummy cakes & biscuits with the kids for the weekly treats *which were kind of too yummy and ended up in my tummy oops* and helping me do the food planner, I guess it's true the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, no matter what the situation lol.
As Ethan is back at school things should be cheaper now too as I won't feel compelled to have to take him out everywhere to bonus mummy points, cos his life is boring, and all his friends have better mums, dads, and brothers & sisters! Tweenagers eh!
So anyways have a whole list of people to phone, write to to try and get some cut charges & interest rates on Tuesday, and well,..... oh would you look at the time...it is wine o'clock after all....guess this boring numbers rubbish can wait until tomorrow! Have a good evening all (sorry short'n'sweet, just realised both kids fell asleep watching Toy Story 3, aww how cute, and Liam is sat watching it by himself!- he's not complaining mind...)
I wonder if I would be as bored if I had millions of pounds in my bank, I think I might actually like to log on to my account everyday in that case, and instead of breaking out in a cold sweat, palpitations, wondering if cheques, Direct Debits have bounced I can count how many pounds I have made in interest, instead of how much interest they have made out of me *yeah I know dream on*
So we're on budget this month, first month for hubby since going away, wondering how he will cope with pocket money in his pocket rather than a bank card, several credit cards & an overdraft.......i'm reckoning he will crack a week in (will update next week on this)
He is doing very well on the homemaking part though, he has baked yummy cakes & biscuits with the kids for the weekly treats *which were kind of too yummy and ended up in my tummy oops* and helping me do the food planner, I guess it's true the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, no matter what the situation lol.
As Ethan is back at school things should be cheaper now too as I won't feel compelled to have to take him out everywhere to bonus mummy points, cos his life is boring, and all his friends have better mums, dads, and brothers & sisters! Tweenagers eh!
So anyways have a whole list of people to phone, write to to try and get some cut charges & interest rates on Tuesday, and well,..... oh would you look at the time...it is wine o'clock after all....guess this boring numbers rubbish can wait until tomorrow! Have a good evening all (sorry short'n'sweet, just realised both kids fell asleep watching Toy Story 3, aww how cute, and Liam is sat watching it by himself!- he's not complaining mind...)
Saturday, 30 April 2011
THE Wedding....
Well Yesterday was the Royal Wedding ...Wills & Kate, I had good intentions of getting up, getting dressed & watching it with a few cucumber sandwiches (crusts off too) glass of wine (well it was a celebration, huh??) and having the family sat around me being quiet and making useful comments.
As it turns out, I woke up late thanks to hubby getting out of bed with the kids (ahhhhhhhh lie ins, I miss those) and by the time I made it downstairs it was quarter past eleven oops, I switched on in time to see them getting married, literally they were on their knees at this point, but i'd missed her walking up the aisle and a good look at the guests stupid hats....By the time I had sat down, Caleb & Tabitha had jumped up next to me, not to be quiet and sit nicely though. Oh no, that would be asking too much. tabitha was pulling a face very similar to the little bridesmaid in the picture above (the one scowling - not the sweet smiling one)
....and Caleb was insisting I eat his feet. So in between mouthfuls I could oooh, and ahhh....not that anyone in this house cared anyway! I had tea & toast to munch on, not quite the delicate cucumber sandwiches with no crusts and bubbly but hey ho, can't have everything can we!
At the same time Ethan had a non uniform day ( so i have been informed afterwards) a BBQ, an old fashioned sports day with egg & spoon races, and sack races etc & a party in the evening! They got to watch the wedding in peace & quiet with 20 VIP guests (probably teachers to keep an eye on them) I kind of wished I could go back to school for the day when I heard what he had been up to!
ooh and really childish of me but this pic was going around facebook and thought it was quite funny ;)
As it turns out, I woke up late thanks to hubby getting out of bed with the kids (ahhhhhhhh lie ins, I miss those) and by the time I made it downstairs it was quarter past eleven oops, I switched on in time to see them getting married, literally they were on their knees at this point, but i'd missed her walking up the aisle and a good look at the guests stupid hats....By the time I had sat down, Caleb & Tabitha had jumped up next to me, not to be quiet and sit nicely though. Oh no, that would be asking too much. tabitha was pulling a face very similar to the little bridesmaid in the picture above (the one scowling - not the sweet smiling one)
....and Caleb was insisting I eat his feet. So in between mouthfuls I could oooh, and ahhh....not that anyone in this house cared anyway! I had tea & toast to munch on, not quite the delicate cucumber sandwiches with no crusts and bubbly but hey ho, can't have everything can we!
At the same time Ethan had a non uniform day ( so i have been informed afterwards) a BBQ, an old fashioned sports day with egg & spoon races, and sack races etc & a party in the evening! They got to watch the wedding in peace & quiet with 20 VIP guests (probably teachers to keep an eye on them) I kind of wished I could go back to school for the day when I heard what he had been up to!
ooh and really childish of me but this pic was going around facebook and thought it was quite funny ;)
And as you can see Tabitha looky-likey not too impressed by the new princess giving Willy -sorry Wills- a 'taster' of what's to come, haha (ok i'm going).
Thursday, 28 April 2011
Jolly Holiday :)
Well we're back from our holiday to t'midlands! 2 nights in a hotel room with 3 kids, 1 day at a theme park -with gale force winds, 1 day walking around the Tamworth with 2 kids whilst big kid, and bigger kid (husband) went off to the snowdome! And one day with 8 hours of driving followed by a jaunt around a castle, again the gale force winds were out so that didn't last long, and instead we all piled into a pub to scoff! That's the summary, now if you want to hear more read on, if not well at least you read thus far!
So bank holiday Monday started with a wake up call at 5am, now this in itself was a novelty....an alarm clock woke me up...this has not happened since 2008! So, we managed to leave the house by 6am, with husband telling me I don't know what all the fuss was about I told you we could do it this quick.....ah yes of course, because you only packed for yourself and got yourself ready. I spent my Easter Sunday afternoon packing (RE-packing) Ethan's bag for school & sewing name tags on clothes & ironing holiday clothes for all the kids & myself. I then packed Ethan's holiday stuff in a seperate bag, did both Caleb & Tabitha's bits & my own. And also the swimming stuff, and snacks, and warm clothes for the toboganning :) easy peasy lol. Can you imagine the chaos if we were to actually leave organisation to the men....
We raced up there (well actually we didn't race anyone per se, but the traffic was amazingly sparse so we got up there super quick....think I may do all my travelling at this time in future!) and were too early to go swimming, too early to check in *damn!* so we spent an hour sitting in the car and walking around the lake that was next to the hotel.
We were eventually allowed into the swimming pool, which I have to say was fab! They had 2 leisure pools, one for little ones, one for bigger ones, and in the middle of each was a blow up thing that resembled a an episode from Gladiators. They had inflatable obstacle courses! Ethan was straight in and over it before the lifeguards had even gotten into position for the day. The little ones loved their one and all was good.. *pat on back for amusing all three kids at once* The only mishap in the pool was when al the alarm bells went off and the lifeguard threw herself into the pool to save someones life. But you know, you see this sort of thing every day.
After swimming Ethan & Liam had a fun day planned out on tobogans & ice skating. Sooooooo I was left with the little ones to amuse myself *argh* I managed to make it to the park across the road, which should have by my calculation taken 3 and half minutes, and which actually took 15 minutes thanks to little legs. I had arranged to meet with my cousin & uncle as they live only 10 minutes up the road, it took them an hour and half to get there though thanks to Bank Holiday trains! Anywho, we had a lovely afternoon catching up, losing kids in the park (they had 4, I had 2 to lose...unfortunately the kids gathered what we were up to and we ended leaving with all of them again)....after, we all met up with Liam & Ethan, then we ambled back over to the park for the funfair that was on. I decided I was brave enough to go on a ride, so went on with Ethan. Now I had checked out the ride before getting on, 1-to make sure it was not too fast. 2- to make sure I wasn't going to lose my stomach to it. 3-To make sure it didn't go upside down (I'm a wimp-yes) So all looked good, we got on and up it went, and it seems, that the louder you shout 'that's quite fast enough, thank you' the faster they spin you, jolly good. So, I spent the next 3 minutes crying into my 12 year olds son's shoulder, screaming like a banshee & praying that I get off alive. I'd like to know also, why I was the ONLY person who had legs like jelly for half hour after getting off?! So that was the end of my rides for the day lol.
We got completely lost looking for restaurants, couldn't find the parking ticket 5 times, and spent the night trying to talk the babies into sleeping. (we wrongly thought they would be shattered and just pass out from tiredness!)
The next day was Drayton Manor. To be honest I have little to say about the day apart from the fact it was fecking freezing. I spent most of the day holed up in various cafes sipping hot chocolate & telling the little ones that daddy would be back soon to take them on a ride. They went on 2 rides, and we had to queue for 2 hours all together. Pffffffffft. I don't like theme parks! Official! But liam & Ethan had fun & so did the little ones, just me that was the whinge lol.
That evening I was so cold & tired I spent most of the journey to the restaurant in a mood and shouting at the kids. Definately out of holiday mode by then lol. Dinner was good, in as far as the kids sat relatively still and not much food ended up on the floor. I think my kids know how far they can push me, and they push me right to that point then leave me dangling.... they do love me see.
That evening was spent eating chocolate after an emergency stop off in Asda.
Next day we left to take Ethan back to school. We were going to take the kids to the castle on the same road as Ethan's school first and then feed them in the restaurant also on same road. So all planned out we set off. We got there in one piece, kids were b o r e d silly and fighting, nothing new there though. We ended up being fleeced for English Heritage passes for the year telling us we would save loads on entry to places.....only afterwards did I think about this. Who in their right minds brings 2 toddlers to castles, stately homes and the like for a fun day out!?! correct answer in this case would be ME, as I will get the frigging use out of them!
Have to say that I felt sorry for any soldiers that had to live in that castle in WWII as it was on top of a huge hill, by the sea and was fecking freezing!!!!! Not for the first time that holiday I wished I was at home snuggled under my duvet! The day turned out brill though, as in the gift shop at the end they had free wine tasting *big smiles & high 5's all round yey* so I made myself at home, made the poor man open all the wines up and got a taste of pretty much all of them! And I ended up buying a bottle of balckberry wine for nearly 9 squid as I felt guilty about making him open them all, and then drinking at least half a bottle free. And have to say if you find this gift shop make sure you try them they were yummy! Plum wine, Nettle wine, Dandelion wine....you name it it was probably there!
So a tiring holiday but lots of fun! Especially seeing as though free wine was included....alls well that ends well huh!
So bank holiday Monday started with a wake up call at 5am, now this in itself was a novelty....an alarm clock woke me up...this has not happened since 2008! So, we managed to leave the house by 6am, with husband telling me I don't know what all the fuss was about I told you we could do it this quick.....ah yes of course, because you only packed for yourself and got yourself ready. I spent my Easter Sunday afternoon packing (RE-packing) Ethan's bag for school & sewing name tags on clothes & ironing holiday clothes for all the kids & myself. I then packed Ethan's holiday stuff in a seperate bag, did both Caleb & Tabitha's bits & my own. And also the swimming stuff, and snacks, and warm clothes for the toboganning :) easy peasy lol. Can you imagine the chaos if we were to actually leave organisation to the men....
We raced up there (well actually we didn't race anyone per se, but the traffic was amazingly sparse so we got up there super quick....think I may do all my travelling at this time in future!) and were too early to go swimming, too early to check in *damn!* so we spent an hour sitting in the car and walking around the lake that was next to the hotel.
We were eventually allowed into the swimming pool, which I have to say was fab! They had 2 leisure pools, one for little ones, one for bigger ones, and in the middle of each was a blow up thing that resembled a an episode from Gladiators. They had inflatable obstacle courses! Ethan was straight in and over it before the lifeguards had even gotten into position for the day. The little ones loved their one and all was good.. *pat on back for amusing all three kids at once* The only mishap in the pool was when al the alarm bells went off and the lifeguard threw herself into the pool to save someones life. But you know, you see this sort of thing every day.
After swimming Ethan & Liam had a fun day planned out on tobogans & ice skating. Sooooooo I was left with the little ones to amuse myself *argh* I managed to make it to the park across the road, which should have by my calculation taken 3 and half minutes, and which actually took 15 minutes thanks to little legs. I had arranged to meet with my cousin & uncle as they live only 10 minutes up the road, it took them an hour and half to get there though thanks to Bank Holiday trains! Anywho, we had a lovely afternoon catching up, losing kids in the park (they had 4, I had 2 to lose...unfortunately the kids gathered what we were up to and we ended leaving with all of them again)....after, we all met up with Liam & Ethan, then we ambled back over to the park for the funfair that was on. I decided I was brave enough to go on a ride, so went on with Ethan. Now I had checked out the ride before getting on, 1-to make sure it was not too fast. 2- to make sure I wasn't going to lose my stomach to it. 3-To make sure it didn't go upside down (I'm a wimp-yes) So all looked good, we got on and up it went, and it seems, that the louder you shout 'that's quite fast enough, thank you' the faster they spin you, jolly good. So, I spent the next 3 minutes crying into my 12 year olds son's shoulder, screaming like a banshee & praying that I get off alive. I'd like to know also, why I was the ONLY person who had legs like jelly for half hour after getting off?! So that was the end of my rides for the day lol.
We got completely lost looking for restaurants, couldn't find the parking ticket 5 times, and spent the night trying to talk the babies into sleeping. (we wrongly thought they would be shattered and just pass out from tiredness!)
The next day was Drayton Manor. To be honest I have little to say about the day apart from the fact it was fecking freezing. I spent most of the day holed up in various cafes sipping hot chocolate & telling the little ones that daddy would be back soon to take them on a ride. They went on 2 rides, and we had to queue for 2 hours all together. Pffffffffft. I don't like theme parks! Official! But liam & Ethan had fun & so did the little ones, just me that was the whinge lol.
That evening I was so cold & tired I spent most of the journey to the restaurant in a mood and shouting at the kids. Definately out of holiday mode by then lol. Dinner was good, in as far as the kids sat relatively still and not much food ended up on the floor. I think my kids know how far they can push me, and they push me right to that point then leave me dangling.... they do love me see.
That evening was spent eating chocolate after an emergency stop off in Asda.
Next day we left to take Ethan back to school. We were going to take the kids to the castle on the same road as Ethan's school first and then feed them in the restaurant also on same road. So all planned out we set off. We got there in one piece, kids were b o r e d silly and fighting, nothing new there though. We ended up being fleeced for English Heritage passes for the year telling us we would save loads on entry to places.....only afterwards did I think about this. Who in their right minds brings 2 toddlers to castles, stately homes and the like for a fun day out!?! correct answer in this case would be ME, as I will get the frigging use out of them!
Have to say that I felt sorry for any soldiers that had to live in that castle in WWII as it was on top of a huge hill, by the sea and was fecking freezing!!!!! Not for the first time that holiday I wished I was at home snuggled under my duvet! The day turned out brill though, as in the gift shop at the end they had free wine tasting *big smiles & high 5's all round yey* so I made myself at home, made the poor man open all the wines up and got a taste of pretty much all of them! And I ended up buying a bottle of balckberry wine for nearly 9 squid as I felt guilty about making him open them all, and then drinking at least half a bottle free. And have to say if you find this gift shop make sure you try them they were yummy! Plum wine, Nettle wine, Dandelion wine....you name it it was probably there!
So a tiring holiday but lots of fun! Especially seeing as though free wine was included....alls well that ends well huh!
Sunday, 24 April 2011
It's that time of the year where we can all eat CHOCOLATE and not feel guilty ;)
Well I messed up the Easter egg hunt, I was supposed to hide the little cardboard eggs last night, and instead I was drinking wine & eating chocolate (oh yeah, i'm really failing epically on the whole diet lol)
So instead I had three kids jumping on my bed this morning, demanding to know where the easter bunny had gone and why he hadn't stopped at our house hmmmmm.....so I had to shoo them out of the house with daddy to the park (thankfully across the road as he was already huffing about having to go out on a Sunday at 9am!)
I finally hid them all & went to collect the kids and it took them about half an hour to destroy the house & garden looking for them all (next time think i may do it in the park...was completely empty anyway, and they can't destroy much over there huh!?!)
So glad that the whole family was here :) Liam hasn't shared one easter yet with the two little ones because of work! Took lots of pics, although the camera isn't great (need a good argument for liam to buy me one of those big black expensive looking ones.....) but anyway here's a few to share with you
So instead I had three kids jumping on my bed this morning, demanding to know where the easter bunny had gone and why he hadn't stopped at our house hmmmmm.....so I had to shoo them out of the house with daddy to the park (thankfully across the road as he was already huffing about having to go out on a Sunday at 9am!)
I finally hid them all & went to collect the kids and it took them about half an hour to destroy the house & garden looking for them all (next time think i may do it in the park...was completely empty anyway, and they can't destroy much over there huh!?!)
So glad that the whole family was here :) Liam hasn't shared one easter yet with the two little ones because of work! Took lots of pics, although the camera isn't great (need a good argument for liam to buy me one of those big black expensive looking ones.....) but anyway here's a few to share with you
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| Tabitha searching for her numbered eggs :) |
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| Caleb really not bothered in eggs but rather the tissue paper in the basket lol |
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| Ethan helping Caleb after he found his own |
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| Enjoying their prize :) Happy Easter to ALL |
Saturday, 23 April 2011
Boys!
No matter how much rest I get, how many lay-ins Liam has let me have, how much he is helping with the kids & housework, I still feel overwhelmed & tired all the time! WHAT is wrong with me, ARGH! I think I have holidayitis, allergic to school holidays!
Well the eldest goes back on Wed, so we have been packing, or more to the point I told him to pack, he slammed some doors in my face and told me he had plenty of time and would do it later, he then proceeded to turn on his x-box and play on there! KIDS!
SO I finally got him to at least get the bags out of the garage and he threw some clothes in there so i guess it's a start. I think the male species in general (please correct me if i'm wrong and it is just my household of males) is just very unorganised, very anti-chore! So no doubt we will have the same old, we'll be driving up the M20 and I will hear a whinge in the back seat.....muuuuuuuuuuuuuuum you never packed my phone charger/spanish book/ p.e kit/ idiot guides! I do offer to pack for him, honest, yet he doesn't want me to go through his things?! (who does he think washes his dirty pants???-the pants fairy- pffffffft I WISH!).....
Tonight we have two dvd's to watch, which is why I am on here, in the kitchen, radio on, with a glass of wine to hand (diet didn't last too long- one hour to be specific before I went running for the chocolate fix!). AND the boys -we're havin a sleepover- and hubby are sat in front room playing Modern Warfare *grrrrrrrrr* Oh and to add to the mix, all I can hear is the youngest male in the house, airing his lungs from his cell upstairs!
Me & Tabitha, well, we're the quiet ones (tonight anyway, give us the right conditions and we could do a better job of screaming at the t.v/ cell wall)...she's happy with her 99p lip gloss I bought her, gone to bed cuddling it, and i'm happy with my wine & netbook!
N.B dummies during the day are covered in spiders, dummies at night are clean and can still be used for now....watch this space lol
Well the eldest goes back on Wed, so we have been packing, or more to the point I told him to pack, he slammed some doors in my face and told me he had plenty of time and would do it later, he then proceeded to turn on his x-box and play on there! KIDS!
SO I finally got him to at least get the bags out of the garage and he threw some clothes in there so i guess it's a start. I think the male species in general (please correct me if i'm wrong and it is just my household of males) is just very unorganised, very anti-chore! So no doubt we will have the same old, we'll be driving up the M20 and I will hear a whinge in the back seat.....muuuuuuuuuuuuuuum you never packed my phone charger/spanish book/ p.e kit/ idiot guides! I do offer to pack for him, honest, yet he doesn't want me to go through his things?! (who does he think washes his dirty pants???-the pants fairy- pffffffft I WISH!).....
Tonight we have two dvd's to watch, which is why I am on here, in the kitchen, radio on, with a glass of wine to hand (diet didn't last too long- one hour to be specific before I went running for the chocolate fix!). AND the boys -we're havin a sleepover- and hubby are sat in front room playing Modern Warfare *grrrrrrrrr* Oh and to add to the mix, all I can hear is the youngest male in the house, airing his lungs from his cell upstairs!
Me & Tabitha, well, we're the quiet ones (tonight anyway, give us the right conditions and we could do a better job of screaming at the t.v/ cell wall)...she's happy with her 99p lip gloss I bought her, gone to bed cuddling it, and i'm happy with my wine & netbook!
N.B dummies during the day are covered in spiders, dummies at night are clean and can still be used for now....watch this space lol
Friday, 22 April 2011
Good Friday?
Well It's Good Friday,
a lovely day here too, nearly 9am and the kids are fed, dressed and playing in the garden :) it's days like this that I wished I lived in a warmer climate full time! Liam still wants to move to America (been throwing this idea around for a while) but I feel we're too old to re-train in a new career, unless somehow he can join the American Army ( I know he can join Australia's not sure how it works in U.S). I never finished my training as a teacher & to be honest not sure if I want too....
So anyway we'll enjoy the weather here whilst we're all together & whilst it's lovely. Plans for this weekend are to do a few D.I.Y jobs (N.B delgate to hubby & DS1) Plan the Easter Egg Hunt (this will be the first easter hubby been home since both little ones have been born!) Maybe go to a friends BBQ, Visit park, perhaps the zoo, Hmmmmm actually I am tiring myself out thinking about it (perhaps we'll just do s*d all instead, much easier)
So it's the Royal wedding next week, (radio just reminded me) I'd love to go to a street party, but I am 1) too unorganised to organise one 2) too lazy to organise one 3) too tight to buy food for everyone -cos I am positive people would *forget* to bring their own around here! So perhaps we'll forget that one too lol
Ethan is back at school next wednesday, thanks to me being a complete scatterbrain we have the busiest few days ever! I thought he was back next Sunday, but turns out he is in fact back at school Wednesday *doh*
Soooo Monday around 5am we're getting up driving up the M1 to Tamworth, Ethan & Liam have a fun day at the Snowdome whilst me and little kids are hopefully meeting up with family. Then we're staying in a hotel & Tuesday we are visiting Drayton Manor (theme park) ...again I can see me and little ones not being amused for long lol, when they realise they can't go on rides with Ethan & Daddy! Wednesday we will have to rush back down south and drop him off in time for school...This also means bringing his huge bags in the car for the whole trip as well as squashign ours in... (oops- mental note leave planning to someone else in future- preferably someone who can read a school calander)
Oh and we are on day 3 of no dummy during the day :) going well so far........Too scared to attempt to take it away at night yet though! They look forward to it all day, and bedtimes are so much easier now! They've missed their dum dums so much they get straight into bed with it (joy!)
Right suppose I had better get off here and go clean, Liam has kindly invited complete strangers round to my house so they can see what the house is like, as they have been allocated the same type (GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR) My house is a tip at the best of times, how am I supposed to keep it clean with two little monsters that destroy everything in their wake!!!! ?? !!!
Oh and N.B I am on a diet......so no more wine & choc....I am too bloody fat to fit into my summer clothes!!
a lovely day here too, nearly 9am and the kids are fed, dressed and playing in the garden :) it's days like this that I wished I lived in a warmer climate full time! Liam still wants to move to America (been throwing this idea around for a while) but I feel we're too old to re-train in a new career, unless somehow he can join the American Army ( I know he can join Australia's not sure how it works in U.S). I never finished my training as a teacher & to be honest not sure if I want too....
So anyway we'll enjoy the weather here whilst we're all together & whilst it's lovely. Plans for this weekend are to do a few D.I.Y jobs (N.B delgate to hubby & DS1) Plan the Easter Egg Hunt (this will be the first easter hubby been home since both little ones have been born!) Maybe go to a friends BBQ, Visit park, perhaps the zoo, Hmmmmm actually I am tiring myself out thinking about it (perhaps we'll just do s*d all instead, much easier)
So it's the Royal wedding next week, (radio just reminded me) I'd love to go to a street party, but I am 1) too unorganised to organise one 2) too lazy to organise one 3) too tight to buy food for everyone -cos I am positive people would *forget* to bring their own around here! So perhaps we'll forget that one too lol
Ethan is back at school next wednesday, thanks to me being a complete scatterbrain we have the busiest few days ever! I thought he was back next Sunday, but turns out he is in fact back at school Wednesday *doh*
Soooo Monday around 5am we're getting up driving up the M1 to Tamworth, Ethan & Liam have a fun day at the Snowdome whilst me and little kids are hopefully meeting up with family. Then we're staying in a hotel & Tuesday we are visiting Drayton Manor (theme park) ...again I can see me and little ones not being amused for long lol, when they realise they can't go on rides with Ethan & Daddy! Wednesday we will have to rush back down south and drop him off in time for school...This also means bringing his huge bags in the car for the whole trip as well as squashign ours in... (oops- mental note leave planning to someone else in future- preferably someone who can read a school calander)
Oh and we are on day 3 of no dummy during the day :) going well so far........Too scared to attempt to take it away at night yet though! They look forward to it all day, and bedtimes are so much easier now! They've missed their dum dums so much they get straight into bed with it (joy!)
Right suppose I had better get off here and go clean, Liam has kindly invited complete strangers round to my house so they can see what the house is like, as they have been allocated the same type (GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR) My house is a tip at the best of times, how am I supposed to keep it clean with two little monsters that destroy everything in their wake!!!! ?? !!!
Oh and N.B I am on a diet......so no more wine & choc....I am too bloody fat to fit into my summer clothes!!
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Dummies!!
Ok, so my daughter is 2, 3 in July. Youngest son is 1, 2 in July. Both are still using dummies!!! Arghh!
Now so far I have tried the Father Christmas route (she refused to leave it for him- I gave up pretty much straight away on that one thinking perhaps she was too young) Then last week, at playgroup, one of the keyworkers suggested 'the dummy fairy' book, so i suggested this to Tabitha and told her she would get a really nice present in return for leaving her dummies out for the fairy- 'don't want presents, want dummy!' Hmmmmm.
I also tried the tact, when we lose a dummy DON'T replace it. I folded after an hour (I really need more perseverance here) We now have several dummies all over the house, just in case! In fact they have more 'just in case' dummies than I have asthma inhalers 'just in case I have an attack'...now that is saying something!!!
I also tried a sneaky one, of pinching all the dummies when they were distracted with other things, and cue 10 mins later the screaming, I usually give in yet again because I just can't listen to two toddlers screaming at me.
Perhaps the solution is just to bin them all and buy myself ear plugs?
And I have no idea why I am writing this blog (with the best of intentions) but I have just today bought 4 more dummies... and ribbon to tie them on with at nighttime.....I guess the long and tall of it is I'm just not ready yet!?!
- They look pretty awful - even the ones that have pretty butterflies on (Tabitha tells me these are 'really lovely'- no really they are not, Tabitha!)
- Both kids seem to have them hanging out their
gobsmouths all day - They are waking up sometimes several times a night because they have 'lost' them yet again (ARGHHHH-personal biggest pet hate esp at 3am in the morning!)
- I can't understand a bloody word they are saying when they have got them in their mouths!
Now so far I have tried the Father Christmas route (she refused to leave it for him- I gave up pretty much straight away on that one thinking perhaps she was too young) Then last week, at playgroup, one of the keyworkers suggested 'the dummy fairy' book, so i suggested this to Tabitha and told her she would get a really nice present in return for leaving her dummies out for the fairy- 'don't want presents, want dummy!' Hmmmmm.
I also tried the tact, when we lose a dummy DON'T replace it. I folded after an hour (I really need more perseverance here) We now have several dummies all over the house, just in case! In fact they have more 'just in case' dummies than I have asthma inhalers 'just in case I have an attack'...now that is saying something!!!
I also tried a sneaky one, of pinching all the dummies when they were distracted with other things, and cue 10 mins later the screaming, I usually give in yet again because I just can't listen to two toddlers screaming at me.
Perhaps the solution is just to bin them all and buy myself ear plugs?
And I have no idea why I am writing this blog (with the best of intentions) but I have just today bought 4 more dummies... and ribbon to tie them on with at nighttime.....I guess the long and tall of it is I'm just not ready yet!?!
Sunday, 17 April 2011
Trials & Tribulations of a two year old Diva
Well today was, by all accounts, looooooooooong. In the simple fact that Tabitha, a.k.a Princess, a.k.a Diva, a.k.a pain in the ass, was on top form today! She was clearly tired, so decided to take it out on her nearest & dearest! This morning you'd have thought butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, she woke up with a big smile, and 'I love you' all round.
Breakfast kicked off with her demanding Caleb's cup instead of her own, nothing new there though, she then refused her porridge, again nothing new! And insisted on 'trying' my breakfast & her dad's and if she could have gotten away with it, Ethan's also! 'Trying' obviously consists of her opening her mouth as wide as dartford tunnel and scoffing the lot in a one-er....and me skulking back off to find something else to eat. You would have thought by now that i would be smart enough to make two lots of whatever i am eating, but no, this would be too easy. I much prefer to fight with 2 yr olds for 10 mins before giving in a shouting 'fine, have the lot then, i'll just starve' to which i usually get a *shrug* and they carry on regardless. Ah well, one day, I may learn (doubt this though)
After breakfast we had our daily stripping session (of clothes) followed by the little rain-like dance in the garden to the tune of 'i've got a willy, nernernernerner, you haven't!!!' She had an audience of our next door neighbour today, so she was as loud as it gets and the dance was twice as long (deep joy). Ally (our 3 yr old neighbour) decided to try and tell Tabitha that, no, infact she did not have a willy but girly bits instead, this was followed by a full on fight -would have probably been fisticuffs fighting but alas for them the fence was in the way- and thankfully 5 mins later Ally was called in.
After lunch, which again the diva refused, and demanded crisps (which I can assure you she did NOT get) she was looking a bit tired. Instead of letting her nap though we made the ultimate mistake of keeping her awake. And taking her swimming.
The walk to the swimming pool was pretty good, only one strop, purely because we have to bypass a park (so i had prepared myself mentally for this battle) all was well, we made it to the swimming pool. Second obstacle then arose, ahhh, we seem to be at a pool that is not a leisure pool, so cue the strop of Tabitha refusing to get in 'It's too cold', 'It's too wet', 'I am noooooooooooooot getting in'.
Finally we got her in (actually Liam just threw her on to me who was already in the pool, thanks for that!) and she was ok for all of 5 mins, then she realised she couldn't reach the floor and also that there were no slides! How very dare they build a pool without slides & too deep for my two year old, pffffft! *deep sighs*
I got some exercise in, around 10 lengths, felt like i was about to cough up a lung so decided that Tabitha could get out and I would just have to do my exercise another day (nothing like blaming a child on my laziness, and unfitness! ha)
So I get her to the shower, she decided the water was too cold, then too hot. And I had forgotten the shampoo *what a disaster* I managed to get her dressed and out in to the foyer where we awaited Caleb & Liam. The raisens i had put in she decided to open -all over the floor- brill job Tabitha! So another cryathon, and Caleb arrives, our little hoover and starts to eat them off the floor with his tongue. Two seconds prior to this she hadn't wanted them as they were dirty, now that her brother was eating them all hell broke loose as they fought over them. She then tells him she hates him and hates brothers.
The walk home was nothing short of traumatising for me & DH, she threw herself on the floor, refused to be carried, refused to walk, and refused to shut up *arghhhhhh* Again we had to wak past the park, so to cheer her up we went in......this was probably the happiest 10 minutes of her day!
Dinner time, the food was too spicy (rice), the drinks were horrible, the table was too hard (er???), the pudding was too cold (icecream), and my crisps that she stole were also too spicy (get yer hands off then!)
I can say a few things from this. I have learned that Diva's need their sleep. They only like leisure pools. Walkers Salt & Vinegar Squares are indeed a bit spicy!
Tabitha is now where she should be, tucked up in her bed until tomorrow! Phew, am very very glad I did not have 3 of her! I'm off for a shower, I may be back to check typos, but then and again i'm not sure I have any energy left to do so! Ciao
Breakfast kicked off with her demanding Caleb's cup instead of her own, nothing new there though, she then refused her porridge, again nothing new! And insisted on 'trying' my breakfast & her dad's and if she could have gotten away with it, Ethan's also! 'Trying' obviously consists of her opening her mouth as wide as dartford tunnel and scoffing the lot in a one-er....and me skulking back off to find something else to eat. You would have thought by now that i would be smart enough to make two lots of whatever i am eating, but no, this would be too easy. I much prefer to fight with 2 yr olds for 10 mins before giving in a shouting 'fine, have the lot then, i'll just starve' to which i usually get a *shrug* and they carry on regardless. Ah well, one day, I may learn (doubt this though)
After breakfast we had our daily stripping session (of clothes) followed by the little rain-like dance in the garden to the tune of 'i've got a willy, nernernernerner, you haven't!!!' She had an audience of our next door neighbour today, so she was as loud as it gets and the dance was twice as long (deep joy). Ally (our 3 yr old neighbour) decided to try and tell Tabitha that, no, infact she did not have a willy but girly bits instead, this was followed by a full on fight -would have probably been fisticuffs fighting but alas for them the fence was in the way- and thankfully 5 mins later Ally was called in.
After lunch, which again the diva refused, and demanded crisps (which I can assure you she did NOT get) she was looking a bit tired. Instead of letting her nap though we made the ultimate mistake of keeping her awake. And taking her swimming.
The walk to the swimming pool was pretty good, only one strop, purely because we have to bypass a park (so i had prepared myself mentally for this battle) all was well, we made it to the swimming pool. Second obstacle then arose, ahhh, we seem to be at a pool that is not a leisure pool, so cue the strop of Tabitha refusing to get in 'It's too cold', 'It's too wet', 'I am noooooooooooooot getting in'.
Finally we got her in (actually Liam just threw her on to me who was already in the pool, thanks for that!) and she was ok for all of 5 mins, then she realised she couldn't reach the floor and also that there were no slides! How very dare they build a pool without slides & too deep for my two year old, pffffft! *deep sighs*
I got some exercise in, around 10 lengths, felt like i was about to cough up a lung so decided that Tabitha could get out and I would just have to do my exercise another day (nothing like blaming a child on my laziness, and unfitness! ha)
So I get her to the shower, she decided the water was too cold, then too hot. And I had forgotten the shampoo *what a disaster* I managed to get her dressed and out in to the foyer where we awaited Caleb & Liam. The raisens i had put in she decided to open -all over the floor- brill job Tabitha! So another cryathon, and Caleb arrives, our little hoover and starts to eat them off the floor with his tongue. Two seconds prior to this she hadn't wanted them as they were dirty, now that her brother was eating them all hell broke loose as they fought over them. She then tells him she hates him and hates brothers.
The walk home was nothing short of traumatising for me & DH, she threw herself on the floor, refused to be carried, refused to walk, and refused to shut up *arghhhhhh* Again we had to wak past the park, so to cheer her up we went in......this was probably the happiest 10 minutes of her day!
Dinner time, the food was too spicy (rice), the drinks were horrible, the table was too hard (er???), the pudding was too cold (icecream), and my crisps that she stole were also too spicy (get yer hands off then!)
I can say a few things from this. I have learned that Diva's need their sleep. They only like leisure pools. Walkers Salt & Vinegar Squares are indeed a bit spicy!
Tabitha is now where she should be, tucked up in her bed until tomorrow! Phew, am very very glad I did not have 3 of her! I'm off for a shower, I may be back to check typos, but then and again i'm not sure I have any energy left to do so! Ciao
Saturday, 16 April 2011
The rugrats...
Well I have 3 children in case you missed the post before...
I have a son aged 12, called Ethan, he is, he thinks, 18 not 12, and I am NOT the boss of him. He's got more attitude than you can possibly imagine, a smart answer for everything that I say, and I quite often feel like doing a Homer Simpson on him (where he wrings Bart's neck!) He can be so frustrating I just want to scream!
Of course this is partly my doing, as I am exactly the same, always want the last word in an argument, even if it is a whispered *whatever* as the other person walks away.
Obviously he gets his brains from me (wink, wink, may as well make the most of claiming all the good points as this is my blog lol i'm sure hubby would be doing the same thing if roles were reversed). He is so far the clever one, (alright I know the others are far too young to assume they won't be....but that's why I say so far....)
He is currently in year 7, just started secondary school here in England. He goes to a boarding school which is heavily subsidised by the army (before anyone is wondering how i afford this on my frugal budget)
He has become far more confident since starting his school which I am glad of as he was always pretty shy.....BUT This of course does NOT help me in winning arguments with him, I have always been one to stutter, forget what I needed to say (or scream, as case may be) and I very usually end up with a bad case of tourettes, purely through frustration. So he generally has me jumping up and down in minutes, ranting and raving, Hmmmm Nuff said.
Second child, the one I am just waiting to catch 'middle child syndrome', is our little Diva Tabitha, she is 2 years old and a little cutie. She says the cutest things, and also the most oddly weirdest things you could possibly think of!
She has issues already about her body, but not the same as me (flabby belly) but the fact she doesn't have boy willy bits like her brothers & dad! She actually (more often than i care to admit) strips off, runs outside to find a neighbour or anyone in the garden (actually heard her singing this to the neighbours dog too) and stands there shaking her tush singing 'i've got a willy, and I'm a boyyyy' Imagine that to the tune of 'ner, ner, nener ner' and that is her!
She is always coming out with little gems and her favourite words at the moment are 'for goodness sake' ...hmm can't think where she gets that from *ahem, moving on* ...Aside from that her favourite colour is pink and she is fiercely protective of all her family! :)
Moving onto our third child, another boy, he is 1 years old, and his name is Caleb. He is obsessed with electrical items, and one of his first words was 'oooovre' which of course translated means hoover (vaccum cleaner) another favourite word is Iron, then Mummy (i'm not allowed out of his sight) and then Nnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooo. He has practised this one quite a lot and can sing no to you in a variety of tunes.
Very clever little lad there, just like his big brother. He's not yet potty trained unlike his big sister, because everytime the nappy comes off he runs to my rug and stands there, pushes his bum in, sticks his willy out and then pi**es all over my rug!!! He then proceeds to say 'ohhhh' like somehow some strange demonic force has taken over him and made him do it *sigh*
His strengths as I mentioned earlier are in electrics, he can plug in items, switch them on, and use them (hair dryer, hoover -or ooovre- GHD's, lamps, laptops oh the list is endless!) Of course we don't encourage him to do this. In fact at least an hour of my day, roughly, is spent chasing him around screaming 'give me my GHD's back.... let go of my hoover...get away from the laptop....'
These three little beings are my reason for living :) they are also most of the reason I love chocolate & wine fixes every night also ;) although tonight I am having a night off from wine- we've none left!
I have a son aged 12, called Ethan, he is, he thinks, 18 not 12, and I am NOT the boss of him. He's got more attitude than you can possibly imagine, a smart answer for everything that I say, and I quite often feel like doing a Homer Simpson on him (where he wrings Bart's neck!) He can be so frustrating I just want to scream!
Of course this is partly my doing, as I am exactly the same, always want the last word in an argument, even if it is a whispered *whatever* as the other person walks away.
Obviously he gets his brains from me (wink, wink, may as well make the most of claiming all the good points as this is my blog lol i'm sure hubby would be doing the same thing if roles were reversed). He is so far the clever one, (alright I know the others are far too young to assume they won't be....but that's why I say so far....)
He is currently in year 7, just started secondary school here in England. He goes to a boarding school which is heavily subsidised by the army (before anyone is wondering how i afford this on my frugal budget)
He has become far more confident since starting his school which I am glad of as he was always pretty shy.....BUT This of course does NOT help me in winning arguments with him, I have always been one to stutter, forget what I needed to say (or scream, as case may be) and I very usually end up with a bad case of tourettes, purely through frustration. So he generally has me jumping up and down in minutes, ranting and raving, Hmmmm Nuff said.
Second child, the one I am just waiting to catch 'middle child syndrome', is our little Diva Tabitha, she is 2 years old and a little cutie. She says the cutest things, and also the most oddly weirdest things you could possibly think of!
She has issues already about her body, but not the same as me (flabby belly) but the fact she doesn't have boy willy bits like her brothers & dad! She actually (more often than i care to admit) strips off, runs outside to find a neighbour or anyone in the garden (actually heard her singing this to the neighbours dog too) and stands there shaking her tush singing 'i've got a willy, and I'm a boyyyy' Imagine that to the tune of 'ner, ner, nener ner' and that is her!
She is always coming out with little gems and her favourite words at the moment are 'for goodness sake' ...hmm can't think where she gets that from *ahem, moving on* ...Aside from that her favourite colour is pink and she is fiercely protective of all her family! :)
Moving onto our third child, another boy, he is 1 years old, and his name is Caleb. He is obsessed with electrical items, and one of his first words was 'oooovre' which of course translated means hoover (vaccum cleaner) another favourite word is Iron, then Mummy (i'm not allowed out of his sight) and then Nnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooo. He has practised this one quite a lot and can sing no to you in a variety of tunes.
Very clever little lad there, just like his big brother. He's not yet potty trained unlike his big sister, because everytime the nappy comes off he runs to my rug and stands there, pushes his bum in, sticks his willy out and then pi**es all over my rug!!! He then proceeds to say 'ohhhh' like somehow some strange demonic force has taken over him and made him do it *sigh*
His strengths as I mentioned earlier are in electrics, he can plug in items, switch them on, and use them (hair dryer, hoover -or ooovre- GHD's, lamps, laptops oh the list is endless!) Of course we don't encourage him to do this. In fact at least an hour of my day, roughly, is spent chasing him around screaming 'give me my GHD's back.... let go of my hoover...get away from the laptop....'
These three little beings are my reason for living :) they are also most of the reason I love chocolate & wine fixes every night also ;) although tonight I am having a night off from wine- we've none left!
Welcome to my slice of the internet blogging world
Afternoon all!
Well i'm new to blogging so please be gentle :D Well I suppose I must start with a little bit about myself, I am a thirty-something mum of three children, aged 12, 2 & 1. I haven't yet had my career as whilst doing my degree I had the last two children! I was hoping to become a primary school teacher, yet my three children have swiftly put me off that path (really i do love them, just drive me insane, up the wall & round the bend, all at once!)
I am married to a 30 something soldier, who has just got back from a tour in afghan. I love him also, yet sometimes I am thankful we don't live with each other 24/7 (because of the army)
I am a lover of my own company alas, should have been a nun, or a hermit or some fat nerdy geek who never leaves their house and plays computer games all day. I think I would have suited one of those lives very easily!
So, I live in a house which is too small for us, have a garden which never gets sun, and have a car which is falling to pieces. But, we can't afford anything better on both accounts lol so what we have will have to do. And seeing as though I am being completely honest here, we are also just starting on the long old road of a DMP, for those not in the know of what this means (took me a while to figure out the accronym..it's a Debt Management Plan).
We accrued most of the debt whilst i was at uni & hubby was re-training to go into the army -they put you a ridiculously low wage, regardless of what you were earning previously and how many outgoings you already have, then make you work your bollucks off, it's almost like you are paying them for some form of sadistic tortue- told hubby would have been cheaper to go to a seedy club in Soho, was having none of it though-.......
We are now on a strict budget, and are paying back our debts via the CCCS which will probably take until the world ends to finish as stupid bloody creditors are refusing to stop interest & charges on most of the debt *big sigh*
So if you're wondering what my blogs will be about, most probably all of them will include children in some form, then bitching about my creditors, and perhaps how I am Trying yet failing to be frugal! I will try though, to this I promise ;)
So that's all about me, I hope I haven't bored anyone to running off to find the wine already....oh yes and my name is chocolate & wine because believe me after one of my usual days it's usually what I go runnning off to find.......
Well i'm new to blogging so please be gentle :D Well I suppose I must start with a little bit about myself, I am a thirty-something mum of three children, aged 12, 2 & 1. I haven't yet had my career as whilst doing my degree I had the last two children! I was hoping to become a primary school teacher, yet my three children have swiftly put me off that path (really i do love them, just drive me insane, up the wall & round the bend, all at once!)
I am married to a 30 something soldier, who has just got back from a tour in afghan. I love him also, yet sometimes I am thankful we don't live with each other 24/7 (because of the army)
I am a lover of my own company alas, should have been a nun, or a hermit or some fat nerdy geek who never leaves their house and plays computer games all day. I think I would have suited one of those lives very easily!
So, I live in a house which is too small for us, have a garden which never gets sun, and have a car which is falling to pieces. But, we can't afford anything better on both accounts lol so what we have will have to do. And seeing as though I am being completely honest here, we are also just starting on the long old road of a DMP, for those not in the know of what this means (took me a while to figure out the accronym..it's a Debt Management Plan).
We accrued most of the debt whilst i was at uni & hubby was re-training to go into the army -they put you a ridiculously low wage, regardless of what you were earning previously and how many outgoings you already have, then make you work your bollucks off, it's almost like you are paying them for some form of sadistic tortue- told hubby would have been cheaper to go to a seedy club in Soho, was having none of it though-.......
We are now on a strict budget, and are paying back our debts via the CCCS which will probably take until the world ends to finish as stupid bloody creditors are refusing to stop interest & charges on most of the debt *big sigh*
So if you're wondering what my blogs will be about, most probably all of them will include children in some form, then bitching about my creditors, and perhaps how I am Trying yet failing to be frugal! I will try though, to this I promise ;)
So that's all about me, I hope I haven't bored anyone to running off to find the wine already....oh yes and my name is chocolate & wine because believe me after one of my usual days it's usually what I go runnning off to find.......
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