Monthly Archives: March 2016

Jack, there’s a boat, Jack …….

IMAG0926

Get over it Jack – there wasn’t room for you on that door ………….. ๐Ÿ˜œ

Advertisements

It’s a trap Jeff – don’t go there ๐Ÿ˜„

“I’ve put on weight haven’t I?” I said to Jeff

“No honey, you look great”

“I have put on weight Jeff, my clothes feel tight, I know I have”

“You look gorgeous honey”

“But I have put on weight haven’t I?”

“Ok, maybe a little, but you still look great”

” So you’re saying I’m fat then!” ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ณ

 

Easter Eggs, baby lambs and roast dinner

I was rather dubious leaving Jeff in charge of setting up the Easter Egg Hunt for the girls but as I was working the nightshift last night I had to leave it in his capable hands ๐Ÿ˜„

I was dubious as years ago when the boys were young he decided to take charge. ย Now the clues I leave are easy and humorous, Easter Egg Hunts are supposed to be full of fun and excitement. ย When Jeff did the hunt for the boys he decided to make it “educational” ๐Ÿ˜ณ with mathematical clues to work out ๐Ÿ˜„

I remember the boys’ poor little faces as they desperately tried to figure out “where the fuck is the chocolate” ๐Ÿ˜„ ย They wandered around the house despondently swinging their little baskets, in the hope of spotting a random egg – they were both crap at Maths!

Im pleased to say today’s was a roaring success and two happy little girls raced around with their baskets collecting eggs ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

This afternoon we went to a farm and fed the baby lambs and goats โค๏ธ

I’m now sat on the sofa whilst 1st born dons his apron to cook roast beef for us all – I’m glad it’s not roast lamb …………..

Hope you’ve all had a lovely day ๐Ÿ˜„

Poorly – my arse ๐Ÿ˜œ

I’ve just worked a nightshift and have not one, but two poorly children at home ๐Ÿ˜ณ

I must confess I was rather lenient this morning. ย For the past two weeks they’ve both had this flu/virus on and off and this morning I just thought Oh fuck it, it’s the last day of school – let them stay off and recover properly.

Now my eldest daughter is nearly 11 and banana head is 8 so they’re not little children and I feel perfectly confident and comfortable in leaving them downstairs whilst I try to grab a couple of hours sleep.

It’s not working – my ears are pinned back – so far I’ve heard the biscuit tin being prized open – the tell tale fizz of a large bottle of coke being opened – the rustling of crisp packets – and the dog has just come up the stairs with a pair of knickers on her head and wearing a cape!๐Ÿ˜ณ

I think I better get up ………. ๐Ÿ˜ณ

Easter eggs ๐Ÿ˜„

Hi all ๐Ÿ˜ƒ hope everyone is looking forward to the long weekend, celebrating whatever it is you chose to celebrate ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

Today dawned the school Easter Fete – always a great favourite with the kids. ย A chance for them to buy back all the stuff you donated on the quiet! ย A chance to have their faces painted so you need sandpaper to scrub it off! ย A chance to win an Easter Egg in the raffle – which 4th born managed to do – by hanging around the teacher pulling out the tickets – and drooling! ย And also the chance to enter the “Decorate an Easter Egg” competition ย – which basically means another chance for me to epically fail as a parent – because I refuse to participate ๐Ÿ˜ณ

Any of you who read my blog should know by now how crap I am in the arts and crafts department so this shouldn’t come as a big surprise ๐Ÿ˜„ but there is another reason and it’s basically to punish my children for a past mistake they made when they first started Primary School.

To be fair, they were only babies at 4 and 6 years old and they begged to decorate eggs for the competition. ย Now because I’m rather fond of the offspring I relented. ย We went to Hell – sorry Hobbycraft – and bought a cartload of arty crafty Easter things and set out to do the eggs.

Now I threw myself into this mission – and 4 bloody hours later and a dozen eggs later, because they kept cracking – the girls had decorated their eggs – with glitter, feathers, little fluffy chicks, sequins and anything else they could lay their little sticky fingers on!

The kitchen looked like Mr Maker had had a seizure – glitter everywhere, bits all over the floor, the apples in the fruit bowl were glued together – what a mess – but the end result was – well compared to others – pretty mediocre – but they had their eggs for the next day! ๐Ÿ˜Š

I proudly placed the eggs in their little egg boxes all ready for the morning. ย I felt like a pretty awesome Mother. ย Yes, just like all the other dutiful Mothers who do these wonderful, time consuming activities with their darling children! ๐Ÿ˜€

I could hear the girls downstairs the next morning. ย I made my way downstairs and suddenly stopped in my tracks ……….. What was that awful smell???! ย ๐Ÿ˜ณ It was a strong eggy smell …….

I ran into the kitchen to find the girls had started breakfast …..

They had decided to have hard boiled eggs – cold – they had shelled and were eating my creations …………… ๐Ÿ˜ณ

 

One year on ……

IMAG1289

21st March 2015 – one year on ……..

It’s been a long hard year without you. ย There has been so many times I’ve heard or seen something and thought “Oh I must tell Mom about that” and then it hits me that I will never be able to do that again.

I still have your name on my phone, so everytime Paul rings me, it comes up “Mom” calling – and for that split second – I forget.

I had a dream whilst sleeping during the day, after a nightshift. ย There was no one in the house, but I heard a noise downstairs. ย In my sleepy state I remember thinking “It’s alright, it’s only Mom” I then laid there and thought I better go downstairs and put the tv on for you – you would be bored sat down there on your own whilst I slept. I then thought I should get up, maybe take you into town to look round the shops but I was so tired and fell back to sleep. ย When I finally did wake up – and remembered – it made me so sad – so sad for every missed opportunity I had to spend time with you – I knew it was a dream – but I wished I had gone downstairs anyway – just in case.

On the brighter side, I don’t cry so much anymore – I know you would want us all to remember you with a smile on our face and laughter bubbling away inside. ย But every now and again, when I’m walking Peppa I look up to the sky and wonder where you’ve gone.

IMAG1539_BURST001

I can still hear your voice and your laughter. ย I can still feel your poor little hands in mine and how I was the only one you let cut your finger nails. ย Your hands were so twisted I would be laid on the floor nearly upside down to try and cut them – without cutting you.

I still haven’t been able to listen to our beloved Riverdance, but I think I will soon. ย That music was ours, our shared love – and I know you will be kicking your legs alongside me when I finally play it again x

I hope you can see us all and share with all our happy moments and support us through the tough times we’ve had. ย We’re all doing ok ๐Ÿ˜Š

I love and miss you everyday – until I see you again – rest peacefully up your beautiful hills โค๏ธ

IMAG1557