Tuesday, 27 December 2016

23|12|2016

 I apologise in advance, this is a phone photo heavy post. It means a lot to me to have these little snippets grouped together.

Anyway.. December the 23rd. Christmas Eve-Eve. (Hella confusing for my niece Eve at age 3) 
I was meant to be working but Margaux and her crazy flu had other ideas. She was still full of mucus. It was pouring out of her eyes, nose and throat. But we had antibiotics, antibiotic drops and a truck load of hope.
I again ended up doing the Christmas food shop on this date (the worst day bar the 24th) Aldi was full at 8.55 - I had to wait 10 minutes for a parking space. But look at all of this for £60 or so!!!! I was like whaaaaaat! Both children cried the whole way around.. next year I'm pre-ordering the deliver three weeks in advance!!
 She's so naughty 🐱
While I packed away the shopping Molly wrote Christmas cards for our neighbours.
 Why have I never thought of a bauble bowl before??
Molly's requested 'buffet' lunch.
 Then I started on 'the pre-christmasy' blitz. Everything must be organised and clean come Christmas Eve. It's part of my favourite traditions. Margaux tried her best to 'help' in between snivelles and tears.
Lagging baby 💜 after a post-blitz charity drop off, we picked up some last minute brandy butter and ginger biscuit ingredients. 
🎅🎄
So, I'm utterly gutted that Margaux was just too ill to visit Santy over Christmas Week. It was completely unexpected and Molly was such a good sport. BUT after picking up the brandy butter and collecting Jamie early from work I thought we might just have time to go to an evening grotto. So we left Jamie and Miss Snotty and headed for Tropical Birdland.. it was torrential. We got there at 4.30 and there weren't any grotto slots until 7! So we left. It broke my heart to hear Molly cry. I reassured her that she had sent her letter three ways, but she was gutted and requested a McDonalds for tea. I decided a late night of baking was in order, so we drove home and made gingerbread biscuits..
We ended the night snuggled in mummy's bed watching Arthur Christmas eating our creations while daddy went out with his friends. Margaux joined in and even had her own cookie! It really was such a magical night us three. It made up for missing out on seeing the big red suit. Sleeping next to Molly will always be the most relaxing. My deepasleepa pal.   

Sunday, 25 September 2016

Stray


We have a new family member, she's furry and shy. Jamie's sister found a little grey tabby cat in the middle of the road this morning. She was starving and needed homing that night and so we said yes! I've always wanted a grey tabby cat. It's no secret how tough I've found having a dog. I'm not a clean freak but he grosses me out so much haha. And the barking... anyway we said we wouldn't get any more pets until he leaves for his 'forever farm'. But she just fell into our laps and she's perfect.

Molly helped name her Hiro Bubblegum. She's just lovely.


Tuesday, 20 September 2016

September Update: Wales, and Gummy


So on Friday morning (around 6am?) Margaux was cruising around our bed and she fell and hit her head. She cried and we thought it was just a bad bump, well bless her I look down a couple of minutes later and my top is soaked with blood. She had split her gums. Poor wee boo.  So I kept her at home and kept a close eye on her.

By Friday evening she seemed ok so I decided to continue with our plan to go to Wales Saturday morning for the night. It takes me a good three hours to drive to my hometown, but I couldn't let another Summer go by without a visit. Molly was so excited to run around the deserted beach. And Margaux ate half of the sand ;) I took some videos so hopefully I can get that edited before we go away next month!

UPDATE
Here's the video :)

Saturday, 27 August 2016

On being a school mum.


Reflections on the first year of School.

The playground is not a battlefield.
I bloody love the mums at Molly's school. They're all kind, interesting,  friendly, beautiful and funny women. Who also happen to be parents. I may be exaggerating, but the ones I've spent time with are bloody brilliant.

School does however turn mornings into a battlefield. A bloody and loud one.

I just don't think my firstborn gets on so well with the School structure. Nursery was no problem, up and at 'em and in the car by 7.30am. Home at 6.30pm, supper and bed. Three times a week! But School is a nightmare. We have tantrums, constant exhaustion and big tears. I feel SO bad that I can't just quit my job and home school. But I just can't. And having Margaux in the mix there's just no way I could facilitate a healthy learning environment. We'd end up watching CBeebies all day while I churn our snacks, do the washing and learning nothing.

Things I would tell myself this time last year
One teacher will let your four year old child out when you haven't arrived at home-time..

School is expensive! Start saving now for all the charity/extra curricular "donations" you'll be making.

No one cares that you haven't showered. Go to Church group after the school run, you'll miss having the option when you're back at work.

Asda tights are shit.

Sewing Molly's Ugly Bug Ball outfit at 6am.

Buy cardigans at least two sizes too big.

Teachers have a sick sense of what's a good thing for the child who's mums just come out of Hospital.. Give the child her first show and tell project the day her mummy comes out of hospital. Pricks.

Measure feet regularly. Turns out Molly's been wearing shoes two sizes two small. I suspect for a number of months.

Now we're entering into year one.. NO MORE BARNABY FUCKING BEAR!!! (I was so excited the first time he came to stay. Until I realised that he was literally a stuffed cess pit of germs/worms/nits. And no he was not allowed to sleep in her bed. Or touch the baby.)