Goodnight Nicholas, Goodnight Sean, Goodnight Gracie, Goodawake Harlow....

After having 3 kids that slept really well from a young age, Along comes kiddie number 4, Little Harlow . Bright of the eyes and spirit, A quick and nimble crawler.....Happy and contented most of the time......
Likes to try out her newly sprouted teeth on various chew toys, cell phones and her mum's boobie.
Overall a cute girl.

Although I think she's one of 'those' kids....Yeah, a non sleeper...
In the past, I used to look down on mums of non sleepers, "It' the parents fault"!! I'd say.
We've all thought, nah, I won't be one of those parents who ends up with a non sleeper. Here I am though, little Harlow, she won't nap or sleep well for me. If she does nap it's a maximum of 40 minutes once a day.
So what should I do....
(1) Accept the fact, and move on......

(2) Start drinking MORE coffee                                    
(3) Start drinking MORE wine.
(4) Accept the fact, and move on......
or
(5) Accept the fact and move on.......

Well I am out of ideas.... Just hope it's a phase that's she going through.
I am sure when I am old and decrepit in the nursing home I will look back at my sleepless little Harlow with a smile on my wrinkled face. As I sit in my floral rocking chair, overlooking the other nursing home patients, hoping that one of my kids comes and visits me, sometime soon...... Otherwise the will is being re written, and all my Justin Bieber records are going to charity instead!!

Happy Anniversary.........

Many years ago, Maggie lived in a little town by the name of Little Hulton. Sounds like a cute quaint name for a town doesn't it? Well don't be fooled.
In that small town, lived a girl by the name of Maggie.  Maggie was a simple girl, simple of the mind and soul....... Liked to party with her friends and have a few drinks, a few or a lot, mainly a lot of drinks though!

One cold night in February 1996, Maggie decided that she wanted to cut some rug inside the indie club called 42nd Street. This club was a small dungeon type of idea with the stench of stale beer in the air,  ah, memories..........melt my heart.

There, across the dance floor was a man by the name of Richard. He was very drunk, very drunk indeed.
He stumbled across the floor and headed towards Maggie. He had decided that she'd do.


They talked and talked for 5 minutes and exchanged telephone numbers.
The next day Richard called Maggie to meet him, but Maggie thought that he was probably a weirdo and declined. The week after they met up, with much hesitance from Maggie, as she thought that he was probably some lunatic that was going to boil her and make soap out of her remains. But she has decided to not listen to her inner voice and just go and meet him.

They got on ok, so decided to continue seeing each other........
2 years later...............................
Maggie was knocked up with little Nicholas, so a house was bought and they lived in this house happily. 6 years passed and another little one by the name of Sean came along, chubby as chubb can be.
After trying before she bought, Maggie decided that it was time to get married, and so they did.

 a year passed and they decided to live in Canada.
In 2008 little Gracie came along and then came Harlow in 2011. All in all, a good time had by all.

Happy Anniversary Mr Keefe.

Do they hang low, do they waddle to and fro?

There comes a time in every woman's life, that the above will be a reality.
Ever since nursing Harlow I have noticed a change in my Betty Boops. See,...... she refuses now to nurse from the right side, so I have my left mondo 2 sizes bigger than the right.
I have tried to embrace my freakishly large bussom or my teeny tiny bussom, but just can't bare to look at them. I think better outta sight out of mind.

So, I better be saving for either a boob job, or a really fantastic bra, or boobie covers as Sean calls them.  It's funny as Gracie points to my boobs on a daily basis with "those are Harlow's"!!!

Fine line between love and cake.

I love a good cake, who doesn't?
Chocolate, vanilla, marble they're all good.
Although I am at the stage where I need to watch what I eat, I'm in my 30's and still have 14lbs of baby weight to lose. I could have lost the remainder of this weight if I would have put my mind to it, but food is too delicious and exercise is too much hard work.

But, I have to make a commitment to myself to get back in shape an lose this damn 14lbs, I hate being this weight.
Maggie will be skinny, Maggie WILL be skinny!

About me................

(1) I am from the 'hood' Little Hulton in Manchester

(2) I like extra spicy food

(3) I don't have a middle name.

(4) Horses scare the crap out of me

(5) I am double jointed








(6) I can't drink wine from anything but a wine glass.
(7) I have dyed my hair since I was 15.
(8) I was unpopular at School.
(9) I have a weak stomach, for poop, blood, open sores, anything along the lines of this.


(10) Ice cream makes me ill. (I still eat it though)







(11) I tried to become vegetarian once, it lasted half a day. :(

(12) I am bad with money.
(13) I day dream way too often.   It is both a blessing and a curse that I can totally zone out on you during a very intense (or boring) conversation.   I can usually cover this.  But sometimes I can’t.
(14) I wipe my hands after eating chips on my clothes.
(15) Cake is my favourite food group.
(16) I enjoy different types of people and their quirky ways.
(17) I got fired from my 1st job in telesales because I sucked BIG time.
(18) I got fired from my 2nd job in an office because I opened a love letter written by my colleague  addressed to my boss.

(19) I can't follow recipes to save my life....
(20) I get satisfaction from picking dried nose cookies from Harlow's nose.

Supper time struggles and other tales...........

Every night without fail, supper time struggles begin.  Non of the kids want to eat. Why must this time of night be so stressful?
"When I was younger", I'll tell them, "I used to eat all my supper. I was a good girl".
Of course, I'm totally lying, I would be just as bad, even worse. I'd put food I didn't want to eat in my pockets, so I could hurry up and play out with my friends.

Sean tells me when he eats my cooking it makes him have a greasy poo.

 Kids tell you what they think, and they don't care. But's it's all good. The very small amount of times I get zero complaints from any kids during mealtime, means I have done a bang up job of supper. This normally
happens when we get take out!!!
 

Kids eh?  Life would be boring without them!

Crazy little thing called......SLEEP DEPRIVATION

There was once a point in my life I could go to bed when I wanted and wake up when I felt like it. Yes, the many years ago I was free and single... I do sometimes miss these times, if I am to be perfectly honest. Now I am on a strict schedule, it called the Harlow non-schedule routine. Every now and then she'll lull me into a false sense of security by sleeping really well one night, then maybe do the same the next night. Then Bam, the 3rd night she decide she'll need feeding 3 times and then require an hour of playtime, then she'll need 2 diaper changes and maybe need to puke on my bed, all whilst smiling sweetly the whole time,
The pure joys of parenthood...You can't buy this stuff, if you could, it'd cost you a fortune.
If I feel like a zombie the next morning, which most of the time I do, I'll make myself a few coffees to get myself going. Did I mention I have 3 different coffee machines....YES, I am really that coffee dependant.



Last night was particularly bad, Harlow was up 4 times, but nothing that a coffee can't fix.... plus, I couldn't have felt that bad, as I was clearing out my kitchen pantry at 9am this morning.  The kitchen pantry eh? Wow trying to keep that organized is something else.  The amount of times something has fallen off the shelves onto my head or foot, the times I have use profanities at this stupid $#@$%^& pantry..... Damn pantry. I'll show you.