Jack, there’s a boat, Jack …….

Get over it Jack – there wasn’t room for you on that door ………….. 😜

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Where do you live? 😜😜

A bit of useless information by 4th born

“If you live in a place with no stairs – you probably live in a FLAP” 😳😳😳

It’s a trap Jeff – don’t go there 😄

“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!” 😳😳

 

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 😄

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

I remember the boys’ poor little faces as they desperately tried to figure out “where the fuck is the chocolate” 😄  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 😃

This afternoon we went to a farm and fed the baby lambs and goats ❤️

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 😄

Happy Easter 🐣🐣

Hope you all remembered to put your clocks forward an hour last night, unless you are a racist or homophobe, in which case your phone needed to go forward 50 years 😜

Happy Easter folks!

Good Friday

If I remember correctly from Sunday School, isn’t there something we’re not supposed to do on Good Friday?  Is is any form of housework or exercise by any chance? 😳

 

Poorly – my arse 😜

I’ve just worked a nightshift and have not one, but two poorly children at home 😳

I must confess I was rather lenient this morning.  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!😳

I think I better get up ………. 😳

Gimme the money 😜

Meanwhile 3rd born washed up for me today.  I asked her “Would you like a kiss or a pound?”

She looks at me and laughs, holds out her hand and says “Oh Mom, you are funny!” 😳😳

 

Easter eggs 😄

Hi all 😃 hope everyone is looking forward to the long weekend, celebrating whatever it is you chose to celebrate 😃

Today dawned the school Easter Fete – always a great favourite with the kids.  A chance for them to buy back all the stuff you donated on the quiet!  A chance to have their faces painted so you need sandpaper to scrub it off!  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!  And also the chance to enter the “Decorate an Easter Egg” competition  – which basically means another chance for me to epically fail as a parent – because I refuse to participate 😳

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 😄 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.  Now because I’m rather fond of the offspring I relented.  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! 😊

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

I could hear the girls downstairs the next morning.  I made my way downstairs and suddenly stopped in my tracks ……….. What was that awful smell???!  😳 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 …………… 😳

 

One year on ……

21st March 2015 – one year on ……..

It’s been a long hard year without you.  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.  There was no one in the house, but I heard a noise downstairs.  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.  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.  But every now and again, when I’m walking Peppa I look up to the sky and wonder where you’ve gone.

I can still hear your voice and your laughter.  I can still feel your poor little hands in mine and how I was the only one you let cut your finger nails.  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.  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.  We’re all doing ok 😊

I love and miss you everyday – until I see you again – rest peacefully up your beautiful hills ❤️