Friday, 25 November 2011

Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Runaway trampoline

In the bright light of the daytime, whilst the wind blows, and Harlow and Gracie nap peacefully. The highlight of my day was the trampoline making it's merry way into my neighbours garden. The trampoline is happy where it is at the moment, but for how long?? It rocks and sways as the wind howls. Almost looks like it is trying to decide whether to stay or go.  I have called Richard numerous times at work telling him of the major situation. What if someone sues us for being negligent trampoline owners? What if? What if?

Ah well, kids are napping, and I have lots of coffee, so I'll be sitting twitching my curtains looking out the window at the runaway trampoline.

And, if that's the only thing I have to worry about......good times, good times......

Sunday, 20 November 2011


The snow glistens in the afternoon sun, noses and cheeks are red and cold. Wallets get lighter and lighter, yes, it's that time of the year again. 5 weeks until Christmas.
I have to be honest.... I love the 'idea of Christmas, but I find it stressful. Buying gifts for relatives and your kids etc, spending spending spending. Having a house full of plasticy (yeah I know it's not a real word) toys and other stuff that the kids decide they aren't that fond of after 2 days of playing with them.
Bah humbug. Yeah, I suppose I sound like a Scrooge, ah well, so what, I must be then!
Don't even get me started on egg nog....Who in heavens name invented this? It is an awful drink, awful awful.
But I do love Christmas morning where the kids are so giddy, so excited to open all their presents.  If I've been a good wife, I may also get a nice present too ;)

Friday, 18 November 2011

Scars of Pregnancy

Looking upon the silvery sea, shimmering in the light, looking bright as the night. Yeah, I'm talking 'bout stretch marks. The lovely things most of us ladies get after pregnancy.
Every morning and night, when I feast my eyes upon them, I can't help but feel repulsed by the sight of these 'scars of pregnancy'.
So many times I wish I had the funds to have a tummy tuck to regain the tummy of a 20 year old. Not the tummy of me as a 20 year old mind you....I have never had a lovely flat ab-tastic belly. The stomach of some other 20 year old with marvellous abs.
Some days, as I see Gracie try to read to her sister, or as I gaze upon Sean making fantastical Lego structures. As I watch Nicholas complete his maths homework, or as I realise Harlow gains a new skill every day.
Suddenly, this ugly belly, with silver marks, doesn't seem as important, it shouldn't consume me as much as it does.
For I have, a wonderful, marvellous life, a life shared with very special people.

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Welcome to my world......

4 kiddies, 12, 7, 3 and 7 months.... oh and a husband.....