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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......

HO HO HO

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 ;)

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.

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Going out.

Soooooo. I went out last night with some friends for a glass of wine and a meal.
Getting ready to go out with Harlow crawling about the bathroom was a feat in itself. With her into the bathroom cupboards, pulling everything out, "Harlloooww", but then, "good job Harlow" I forgot I had that in there.....MY trusty lipstick.
Now what to wear??? Seriously, I have no going out clothes... Lets try this top on.....oh poo, this would get me arrested, public indecency, too much mama cleavage.
Ok, this top will do, kind of fits, and no cleavage.....
Finally found the restaurant after driving around the parkade for 5 minutes.....
Got there, sat down, and ordered a glass of red wine asap!
Would have been so nice and relaxing, except that My husband told me Harlow was awake at 8, crying in her crib.  What happened to the carefree days of going out? Where have they gone?
Sometimes in the 'going out department' I feel I have been ripped off. I have to be back as quick as possible incase Harlow wakes up starving, and in need of a hug off mum and I'm not there.
Well..............I may have got the short straw with regards to being able to go out stress free, but I have got a cheeky chubby Harlow and 3 other cheeky kiddies, that drive me up the wall :)

Chlorine is my perfume.

Today I went swimming with my 3 out of my 4 kids.... I found the entire experience exhausting!
I paid my $13.50 with a smile on my face, not knowing what was in store for me.
Then it all started........ WOW, it was a total nightmare. My whole vocabulary for the entire hour was oi, you, no. oi, you, no. I am sure I looked like the bad Mum of the pool.... I definitely felt like a terrible mum.
At the end of it all, getting the kids to take a shower to wash the horrible swimming pool smell away was a total disaster too, NO mummy NOOOOOOO water in my eyes.
Getting dried afterwards, now that is like torture. Shivering, dripping wet whilst you get your kids warm and dry first before yourself. Trying to spend as little time in the germ infested changing rooms. Shouting out, NO, GRACIE, DON"T SIT ON THE FLOOR, (believing the floor to be a petri dish of green bacterial monsters specifically waiting  for a 3 year old by the name of Gracie  to be their host)
And the end of this wonderfully crappy experience was me thinking that someone had stolen my bland and boring sandals. I searched high and low high and low, but no sandals. After 20 minutes of believing I would have to walk to my car barefoot,  shaking my fist to the imaginary thief of my sandals.....My friend who I was with found them, in the locker, on the top shelve..... Ahhhh yes, I remember now...... I put them there.... duh.....
Never again will I go swimming.....Until next time!!