nope, bad bad day - mucho shouting, and i've cried, eated far too much and had some wine.
Had a good chat with a lovely lady, so from now on i'm timing myself out instead of timing out Harry!
sorry its a short and sweet blog, but i'm a bit waffy from the crumpets (not the wine, never blame the wine!!!)
Friday, 26 February 2010
oooops missed one
will have to double blog today to make up for the lack of bloggage yesterday.
Yesterday, what did I do yesterday????? basically shouted, school run, town, shops, library, home, baked, shouted, school run, reassured panicky child, shouted, got cooked for, came home, shouted, shower and wine.
Thats Thursday in a nutshell!!
Yesterday, what did I do yesterday????? basically shouted, school run, town, shops, library, home, baked, shouted, school run, reassured panicky child, shouted, got cooked for, came home, shouted, shower and wine.
Thats Thursday in a nutshell!!
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
have I blogged today???
Erm, perhaps not.
3 hours of maths today angles and protractors ahoy!!!! got the dates for exams too!
Biology 8/6/10 pm
Physiology 11/6/10 pm
Maths 14/6/10 am
eeeep!!!!!!!
not much to report, still full of snot - and now Pheebz is barking too!! LOL Harry had a bad dream last night apparently I hoovered up Phoebe Kate, shows just how much the boy knows me I rarely hoover LOL
3 hours of maths today angles and protractors ahoy!!!! got the dates for exams too!
Biology 8/6/10 pm
Physiology 11/6/10 pm
Maths 14/6/10 am
eeeep!!!!!!!
not much to report, still full of snot - and now Pheebz is barking too!! LOL Harry had a bad dream last night apparently I hoovered up Phoebe Kate, shows just how much the boy knows me I rarely hoover LOL
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
I cant think of a title *scratches head*
Feeling very down and blue at the moment, man flu and hormones aren't helping :0(
Nothing in particular really just having an eeyore day, musing a lot too and thats never good - pondering a lot about Harry really, he brought a flyer home from school about the local scout troop which he could join later in the year. I got to thinking with his quirkiness would he be able to??? I think a lot of it is me, trying to protect him from any potential trouble, but am I causing more problems? Abbie started Rainbows at 5 and I never gave it a second thought, but Harry I just cant let him go. I need people to understand him, some family members are only taking it seriously now he has been seen at the child developement centre, if I could go everywhere with him and just tell people he isnt a bad lad he has a suspected ASD I would - but if I do that will that stop him having a relatively normal life? will people treat him differently if I point out his quirks or will I help him?
I love him sooooo much, but some days I could playfully strangle him, I think I need to get my head round it, I think I expect too much of him, but how do I stop myself expecting too much of him?
Nothing in particular really just having an eeyore day, musing a lot too and thats never good - pondering a lot about Harry really, he brought a flyer home from school about the local scout troop which he could join later in the year. I got to thinking with his quirkiness would he be able to??? I think a lot of it is me, trying to protect him from any potential trouble, but am I causing more problems? Abbie started Rainbows at 5 and I never gave it a second thought, but Harry I just cant let him go. I need people to understand him, some family members are only taking it seriously now he has been seen at the child developement centre, if I could go everywhere with him and just tell people he isnt a bad lad he has a suspected ASD I would - but if I do that will that stop him having a relatively normal life? will people treat him differently if I point out his quirks or will I help him?
I love him sooooo much, but some days I could playfully strangle him, I think I need to get my head round it, I think I expect too much of him, but how do I stop myself expecting too much of him?
Monday, 22 February 2010
snotter and compliments
I'm plagued with man flu :0( I have one functioning nostril and the other alternates between pouring and bunged, blurgh why couldnt I have been ill last week?? but then again I wouldn't have got so much essay done.
AAARRGGGGHHHHHHH Pheebz has set all the chuffing hamsters off, there is beeping, mooing and crowing all over the living room!!!
I have to be complimentary about myself, I need to write some positive notes about me for my up and coming interview, mucho head scratching me thinks!!!!!!
AAARRGGGGHHHHHHH Pheebz has set all the chuffing hamsters off, there is beeping, mooing and crowing all over the living room!!!
I have to be complimentary about myself, I need to write some positive notes about me for my up and coming interview, mucho head scratching me thinks!!!!!!
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Ted Drummond
An amazing little man with an amazing family
Many thanks to his mum Sarah for allowing me to share the link :0)
How did that happen????
Another studying in a caff day today, another busy day in Abigails social calander so rather than trailing about the books came with. Got a free brew as the woman forgot to do my toasted teacake ( how very dare she!!!) got a fair bit done was hovering round the 581 word mark on friday and after typing up when I got home its risen to 1228 *does a jig of joy!!!* I have got a 10% leeway on my essay so could have another 1000 to do eeeep!!!
Was talking to Jacob S's Mum and Nana while waiting for the party to finish, and we were talking about what I want to study and whether or not to do now or do later, Jacob's Nana asked me how old I was and I replied 36 in July, and I had a bit of an out of body experience 36!!!!!!!!! when did I get to that age? Ive always been a bit of an old head on young shoulders and some where along the line, the head has started to regress!! its like the curious case of Saz Button. I can remember 18 years ago when I was 18 thinking people who were in their 30's might as well have one foot in the grave as they were soooooooooooooooooo old! and a blink of an eye later, 18 yr olds think i'm soooooooooooooo old tis most bizarre.
Anyhoo best go polish my zimmer for the school run tomorrow ;0)
oooo wanted to share this with you all, tis my fave song at the moment
Was talking to Jacob S's Mum and Nana while waiting for the party to finish, and we were talking about what I want to study and whether or not to do now or do later, Jacob's Nana asked me how old I was and I replied 36 in July, and I had a bit of an out of body experience 36!!!!!!!!! when did I get to that age? Ive always been a bit of an old head on young shoulders and some where along the line, the head has started to regress!! its like the curious case of Saz Button. I can remember 18 years ago when I was 18 thinking people who were in their 30's might as well have one foot in the grave as they were soooooooooooooooooo old! and a blink of an eye later, 18 yr olds think i'm soooooooooooooo old tis most bizarre.
Anyhoo best go polish my zimmer for the school run tomorrow ;0)
oooo wanted to share this with you all, tis my fave song at the moment
Saturday, 20 February 2010
Poised for action blog
H has a temperature, sore tummy and didnt finish his pringles, whats the betting he pukes at some point this evening! ( i think the yummies have nobbled us!!!)
A quiet day today, had my eyebrows ripped off my face, a fair chunk of essay written, let Stew have a lie in, still excited that I spoke to Debs :0)
feeling fat and blah today, have tonnes to do and no steam to do it with!
still loving the quote i posted on the blog earlier, I think its very apt and true :0)
A quiet day today, had my eyebrows ripped off my face, a fair chunk of essay written, let Stew have a lie in, still excited that I spoke to Debs :0)
feeling fat and blah today, have tonnes to do and no steam to do it with!
still loving the quote i posted on the blog earlier, I think its very apt and true :0)
Quote of the day
“Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow.”
Friday, 19 February 2010
Tonight Matthew I am going to be ...................................
self medicating with wine and toffifee :0(
Not a happy blog today peeps - more disharmony from Harry this morning, and surprise suprise its been the same argument again, yes you can get in bed with us, NO you cant bring your toy box with you!, this more he kicked off as Stew was facing him and having the audacity to breathe in H's general direction!
So due to general grumpyness, the sort even a bacon buttie can fix! I decided to take H out of the equation ( I didnt put a contract out on him or anything!) killing 2 birds with one stone ( I have no psychopathic tendencies honest gov!) I thought I would get some work done with out the distraction of being in the house and my growing facebook/twitter obsession. So leaving Grumpy Stew to go fora walk, a paper and a bit of fresh air with snotty Pheebz, I decided to brave The Zone again - so rucksack packed and 2 sprogs in tow, we set off.
Travelling towards Kellet, we passed the Televison transmitter - cue my darling Abigail asking me if telly's were invented when I was little ( just how old does the little bag think i am!!) I explained that yes there was but Grandad Peter didnt have a telly when he was little, he used to listen to the radio and go to the cinema. the 1950's getting mixed up with the 1970's yep, i can cope with that ( as much as I love Ab's she REALLY doesnt know when to shhhhhh). Mummmmmmieeeeeeeeee, Yes Abbie, Where hospitals clean or dirty when you where little? cos Florence nightingale made sure they were all cleaned and she died when she was 90 in 1870 - GEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZ Abbie make your mum feel young and spritely why dontcha!!!!
On arrival at the zone it appearred to be fairly yummy free, it was however crammed with biddys, again no seat, so I plonked myself on a bench, ordered a current teacake and a pot of tea and set about researching and writing the essay which is rapidly becoming the millstone round my neck! There must be a paradox somewhere that states that at a soft play emporium biddys and yummy's can not co-exist in the same time and space as once the biddys left the yummys flooded in. I managed to bag a table inbetween the mass migrations so it was all good.
I thought with it being the last day of the hellidays - I would treat the kids to a McD's and all was well there too.
Once we got home, and the McD's was duly scoffed, the horns sprouted and screaming, fighting and trashing started, so we exited the house and all was calm till we got to my mums and it all started again, I have never had to shout and threaten as much in my life :0(
Stew and I are shattered, I know they say that special kids get special parents, but why cant the special parents get a manual?? not a step by step instruction manual but a few hints here and there wouldnt go amiss
Not a happy blog today peeps - more disharmony from Harry this morning, and surprise suprise its been the same argument again, yes you can get in bed with us, NO you cant bring your toy box with you!, this more he kicked off as Stew was facing him and having the audacity to breathe in H's general direction!
So due to general grumpyness, the sort even a bacon buttie can fix! I decided to take H out of the equation ( I didnt put a contract out on him or anything!) killing 2 birds with one stone ( I have no psychopathic tendencies honest gov!) I thought I would get some work done with out the distraction of being in the house and my growing facebook/twitter obsession. So leaving Grumpy Stew to go fora walk, a paper and a bit of fresh air with snotty Pheebz, I decided to brave The Zone again - so rucksack packed and 2 sprogs in tow, we set off.
Travelling towards Kellet, we passed the Televison transmitter - cue my darling Abigail asking me if telly's were invented when I was little ( just how old does the little bag think i am!!) I explained that yes there was but Grandad Peter didnt have a telly when he was little, he used to listen to the radio and go to the cinema. the 1950's getting mixed up with the 1970's yep, i can cope with that ( as much as I love Ab's she REALLY doesnt know when to shhhhhh). Mummmmmmieeeeeeeeee, Yes Abbie, Where hospitals clean or dirty when you where little? cos Florence nightingale made sure they were all cleaned and she died when she was 90 in 1870 - GEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZ Abbie make your mum feel young and spritely why dontcha!!!!
On arrival at the zone it appearred to be fairly yummy free, it was however crammed with biddys, again no seat, so I plonked myself on a bench, ordered a current teacake and a pot of tea and set about researching and writing the essay which is rapidly becoming the millstone round my neck! There must be a paradox somewhere that states that at a soft play emporium biddys and yummy's can not co-exist in the same time and space as once the biddys left the yummys flooded in. I managed to bag a table inbetween the mass migrations so it was all good.
I thought with it being the last day of the hellidays - I would treat the kids to a McD's and all was well there too.
Once we got home, and the McD's was duly scoffed, the horns sprouted and screaming, fighting and trashing started, so we exited the house and all was calm till we got to my mums and it all started again, I have never had to shout and threaten as much in my life :0(
Stew and I are shattered, I know they say that special kids get special parents, but why cant the special parents get a manual?? not a step by step instruction manual but a few hints here and there wouldnt go amiss
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Lent, Chocolate, Blogs and Bingo
Okay so I caved, plan was to give up the brown stuff for the 40 days of lent, ummmmmm after the day I had yesterday, not only did I self medicate with blossom hill, I *may* have partaken in the imbibing of kit kats and timeouts oooops! so I thought rather than give up, I would take up - so here is my blog for lent.
This morning appeared to follow on from yesterday, I woke in the early hours with my mp3 player in my back and the ear phones around my neck!! - so much for Paul McKenna trying to relax me, I think the sod is trying to kill me off!! Tots was up brighten and early and she woke up the woo, got her settle in our bed, she nods back off and 30 mins later after a coughing fit my darling little cherubic sprog threw up in my bed - I changed all the beds yesterday and its usually par for the course in chez Atkin that Clean beds = gross bodily fluids - ICK!!!!!!
Went to bingolie with mum this afters, its great for people watching - there was a gaggle of Carers and their elderly charges in there this afternoon and they were hilarious, deaf as posts and stunningly loud..... EH??? WHAT DID HE SAY??????? shhhhhhhhhh!!! WHAT????? shhhhhhhhhh!!!
we got to the big money full houses and the 2 lines had just gone, 3 numbers in little old lady... FULL HOUSE????? and we have a claim!!! NOOOOOOOOOO shouts the carers - okay false call next number LOL
Old biddies are good bingo fun, you should try it :0)
This morning appeared to follow on from yesterday, I woke in the early hours with my mp3 player in my back and the ear phones around my neck!! - so much for Paul McKenna trying to relax me, I think the sod is trying to kill me off!! Tots was up brighten and early and she woke up the woo, got her settle in our bed, she nods back off and 30 mins later after a coughing fit my darling little cherubic sprog threw up in my bed - I changed all the beds yesterday and its usually par for the course in chez Atkin that Clean beds = gross bodily fluids - ICK!!!!!!
Went to bingolie with mum this afters, its great for people watching - there was a gaggle of Carers and their elderly charges in there this afternoon and they were hilarious, deaf as posts and stunningly loud..... EH??? WHAT DID HE SAY??????? shhhhhhhhhh!!! WHAT????? shhhhhhhhhh!!!
we got to the big money full houses and the 2 lines had just gone, 3 numbers in little old lady... FULL HOUSE????? and we have a claim!!! NOOOOOOOOOO shouts the carers - okay false call next number LOL
Old biddies are good bingo fun, you should try it :0)
Wednesday, 17 February 2010
Watch out yummies, slummy mummy coming through
GGGRRRRRRRR Biatches in Boden* (*disclaimer not all peeps who wear boden are biatches)
What a throughly fucking miserable day! plan was to have a lovely family day together - time table was, get up, leisurely breakfast, head out of the house at 10.30 go to the zone at greenlands and then into lancaster and go to the China all you can eat buffet for lunch ( they do all sorts inc chips so we can eat together as a family)
I should have known as soon as i opened my eyes this morning it would be stressful
06.40 - Pheebz is up shouting, so put her in bed with us
07.10 - Harry wakes up, and brings half his bedroom into ours with the plan of getting on bed with it and us, gently explain that there is too much stuff so he cant have his magnetic alphabet letters in as they will get everywhere and pheebz might swallow them - Harry does not recieve mummies polite request very well!
07.13 the mother of all kick offs, screaming, shouting, tears, snot goes running out of our bedroom, back into his and proceeds to bang stuff about and shout and scream at Abbie to wake up so he can tell her about the great diservice his mean mother has befallen him.
07.14 Mean mother has to raise the volume level and politely asks him not to wake Abigail up, more scream how he doesnt like me, he only likes daddy and he only wants daddy to go down stairs with him.
07.15 I retire back to bed, can hear the sound of Harry being grumpy down stairs.
07.50 Abbie is up and about so Stew and Pheebz get up, I opt to listen to my Paul Mckenna instant calm self hypnosis CD
08.20 I get out of bed and morning rountine begins.
11.00 finally get out of the house and on the way to the zone.
The zone was packed - thought it might be with it being half term, found a table but with no seat, the gaggle of yummies on the next table had plenty of seats ( but with their coats and stuff on and NO visable children) asked if anyone was sitting there and got the glare, the tut and the withering "actually yes!" - tell you what if some one needs a sit that my child might want to sit of for about 10 secs, the grown up gets the seat and your kid sits on your knee, or would that crumple the boden????
Managed to pinch one seat, so Stew and sleepy Pheebz could sit down - she then sprang into life and off she went with Stew in hot pursuit so I parks me arse and starts making notes about the Ferking essay I am currently torturing myself with. Boden Bi-atches are glaring - I am valiantly ignoring them.
Stew and tiny comes back and I am duely dispatched to the counter for refreshements ( after mucho nagging from thing one and thing two). En route I bumped into a lovely lady called Gillian who attends the surestart AOK group- for kids with additional needs, so we are putting the worlds to rights, and comparing notes on our kids and how we deal with it (me lots of wine). Next thing a large older lady from a different gaggle of yummies comes marching up and snottily asks if I am the owner of the boy in the green top, and am I aware that he has crashed the party that is taking place!! so I go and remove the offending boy in the green top and make my apologies - the yummies are making noise that H has eaten a lot of the food WHAT THE FUCK, he eats nowt!!!!! when I ejected him he had a slice if apple in his hand - he might have pinched some crisps, but unless the party fayre was microwave chips, beef hula hoops, chicken fingers or lemon curd sandwiches I doubt he ate much at all!!! all the while this is going on, large older lady is wittering at Gillian, who great lady that she is, just turned round and said - Actually Harry has Special Needs - he is not being horrid, to which LOL scuttled off.
Slummy mummy is feeling a wee bit outnumbered by all the yummies and biting her tongue very hard, slummy daddy who has a hide like a rhino, cant understand why slummy mummy is getting so het up, Slummy mummy is very relieved when the 2 gaggles of yummies feck off and its time for us to go - but I made a new friend and have duely added Gillian on facebook and I managed to jot some ideas down for my essay and the kids saw a few goats.
13.00 The Atkins hit town - and head for the all you can eat emporium called China. unfortunately the soft play hasnt tired Har out if anything its hyped him up. Cue a paddy as we had to wait a couple of minutes to be seated. Cue once seated tear-arsing up and down and generally being Harry. I played a blinder getting Pheebz out of the pushchair and taking her coat off, thumb nail met flesh and boy oh boy did she howl, whipped her around to see that I had grazed her just under her eye, bloody lucky it wasnt any higher :0( a few more meltdowns from Har, mainly over ice cream and we finally finish lunch and head off for a spot of shopping. Harry wants a chocolate cookie, Slummy mummy and slummy daddy explain that he will be rewarded with said cookie IF he behaves in the shops ( bet yummies dont have to bribe their kids), the bribe works and we had a fairly uneventful shopping trip all in all.
Popped to the so near so on the way home to stock up on slummy essentials ( bread, milk, and wine), and set about changing all the bedding while the rest are playing on the Wii - cue not a happy harry as slummy put Bob the Builder duvet on and not Thomas ( bad slummy!!!! BAD slummy!!!!! - Slummy cant win, if Thomas had been on there he would have wanted BTB!) and i'm not sure what Har was doing but Slummy Daddy wasn't half laying down the law very loudly!! ( I had my ipod on and I could hear him!!!)
So now its 19.45, Pheebz is snoring on the couch, Harry is in bed watching the magic key and Abbie has just headed up too, SO now i've finally managed to finish this blog ( I started it an hour ago!) I am going back to my lipid metabolism essay and i'm going to have some wine and crumpets as I have STOOPIDLY given up chocolate for lent.
And I leave you with this pondering as its been bugging me all day - why do people see parenting as a competition??? we are all bumbling along trying to raise our kids with out dropping them, misplacing them, or damaging them too much, surely mummies should stick together?? and not take sides, but if I have to....................................... I am an out and proud Slummy mummy!! I feed my kids Maccie-D's, I drink while they are awake, I pinch their chocolate under the pretence of saving them from obesity and diabetes, and occasionally swear in front of them, I dont always coddle for minor bumps and sprains, I might not be brilliant at mumming, but I know my kids love me ( although I think they are trying to get me committed). I try really really hard not to judge others as there for the grace of God go I, but please dont ask me to stop muttering under my breath about the yummy boden brigade - I need to have some small pleasures in life !!!
What a throughly fucking miserable day! plan was to have a lovely family day together - time table was, get up, leisurely breakfast, head out of the house at 10.30 go to the zone at greenlands and then into lancaster and go to the China all you can eat buffet for lunch ( they do all sorts inc chips so we can eat together as a family)
I should have known as soon as i opened my eyes this morning it would be stressful
06.40 - Pheebz is up shouting, so put her in bed with us
07.10 - Harry wakes up, and brings half his bedroom into ours with the plan of getting on bed with it and us, gently explain that there is too much stuff so he cant have his magnetic alphabet letters in as they will get everywhere and pheebz might swallow them - Harry does not recieve mummies polite request very well!
07.13 the mother of all kick offs, screaming, shouting, tears, snot goes running out of our bedroom, back into his and proceeds to bang stuff about and shout and scream at Abbie to wake up so he can tell her about the great diservice his mean mother has befallen him.
07.14 Mean mother has to raise the volume level and politely asks him not to wake Abigail up, more scream how he doesnt like me, he only likes daddy and he only wants daddy to go down stairs with him.
07.15 I retire back to bed, can hear the sound of Harry being grumpy down stairs.
07.50 Abbie is up and about so Stew and Pheebz get up, I opt to listen to my Paul Mckenna instant calm self hypnosis CD
08.20 I get out of bed and morning rountine begins.
11.00 finally get out of the house and on the way to the zone.
The zone was packed - thought it might be with it being half term, found a table but with no seat, the gaggle of yummies on the next table had plenty of seats ( but with their coats and stuff on and NO visable children) asked if anyone was sitting there and got the glare, the tut and the withering "actually yes!" - tell you what if some one needs a sit that my child might want to sit of for about 10 secs, the grown up gets the seat and your kid sits on your knee, or would that crumple the boden????
Managed to pinch one seat, so Stew and sleepy Pheebz could sit down - she then sprang into life and off she went with Stew in hot pursuit so I parks me arse and starts making notes about the Ferking essay I am currently torturing myself with. Boden Bi-atches are glaring - I am valiantly ignoring them.
Stew and tiny comes back and I am duely dispatched to the counter for refreshements ( after mucho nagging from thing one and thing two). En route I bumped into a lovely lady called Gillian who attends the surestart AOK group- for kids with additional needs, so we are putting the worlds to rights, and comparing notes on our kids and how we deal with it (me lots of wine). Next thing a large older lady from a different gaggle of yummies comes marching up and snottily asks if I am the owner of the boy in the green top, and am I aware that he has crashed the party that is taking place!! so I go and remove the offending boy in the green top and make my apologies - the yummies are making noise that H has eaten a lot of the food WHAT THE FUCK, he eats nowt!!!!! when I ejected him he had a slice if apple in his hand - he might have pinched some crisps, but unless the party fayre was microwave chips, beef hula hoops, chicken fingers or lemon curd sandwiches I doubt he ate much at all!!! all the while this is going on, large older lady is wittering at Gillian, who great lady that she is, just turned round and said - Actually Harry has Special Needs - he is not being horrid, to which LOL scuttled off.
Slummy mummy is feeling a wee bit outnumbered by all the yummies and biting her tongue very hard, slummy daddy who has a hide like a rhino, cant understand why slummy mummy is getting so het up, Slummy mummy is very relieved when the 2 gaggles of yummies feck off and its time for us to go - but I made a new friend and have duely added Gillian on facebook and I managed to jot some ideas down for my essay and the kids saw a few goats.
13.00 The Atkins hit town - and head for the all you can eat emporium called China. unfortunately the soft play hasnt tired Har out if anything its hyped him up. Cue a paddy as we had to wait a couple of minutes to be seated. Cue once seated tear-arsing up and down and generally being Harry. I played a blinder getting Pheebz out of the pushchair and taking her coat off, thumb nail met flesh and boy oh boy did she howl, whipped her around to see that I had grazed her just under her eye, bloody lucky it wasnt any higher :0( a few more meltdowns from Har, mainly over ice cream and we finally finish lunch and head off for a spot of shopping. Harry wants a chocolate cookie, Slummy mummy and slummy daddy explain that he will be rewarded with said cookie IF he behaves in the shops ( bet yummies dont have to bribe their kids), the bribe works and we had a fairly uneventful shopping trip all in all.
Popped to the so near so on the way home to stock up on slummy essentials ( bread, milk, and wine), and set about changing all the bedding while the rest are playing on the Wii - cue not a happy harry as slummy put Bob the Builder duvet on and not Thomas ( bad slummy!!!! BAD slummy!!!!! - Slummy cant win, if Thomas had been on there he would have wanted BTB!) and i'm not sure what Har was doing but Slummy Daddy wasn't half laying down the law very loudly!! ( I had my ipod on and I could hear him!!!)
So now its 19.45, Pheebz is snoring on the couch, Harry is in bed watching the magic key and Abbie has just headed up too, SO now i've finally managed to finish this blog ( I started it an hour ago!) I am going back to my lipid metabolism essay and i'm going to have some wine and crumpets as I have STOOPIDLY given up chocolate for lent.
And I leave you with this pondering as its been bugging me all day - why do people see parenting as a competition??? we are all bumbling along trying to raise our kids with out dropping them, misplacing them, or damaging them too much, surely mummies should stick together?? and not take sides, but if I have to....................................... I am an out and proud Slummy mummy!! I feed my kids Maccie-D's, I drink while they are awake, I pinch their chocolate under the pretence of saving them from obesity and diabetes, and occasionally swear in front of them, I dont always coddle for minor bumps and sprains, I might not be brilliant at mumming, but I know my kids love me ( although I think they are trying to get me committed). I try really really hard not to judge others as there for the grace of God go I, but please dont ask me to stop muttering under my breath about the yummy boden brigade - I need to have some small pleasures in life !!!
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