From an outside perspective, I’m sure that our house appears to be clean, tidy and well-organised but let me assure you that this weekend has felt far from it.
Whilst getting the kids dressed and sorted for what I was hoping was to be a stress-free, smooth-running Saturday, I discovered that we had acquired unwanted visitors. From that point on it was all-out-chemical-warfare (or should I say warf-hair?) as I smothered us all in large doses of Hedrin, a greasy formula which claims to kill headlice.
Given that my hair looked as if I’d dunked it in chip fat and was to stay in that state for a further eight hours, I had no other option than to stay indoors and to crack on with the cleaning.…
Earlier this week our son went to the hospital to have a planned operation. Having had a fair amount of surgery myself, I felt pretty confident in being by his side whilst he was put under general anesthetic. Little did I realise that watching ‘one of your own’ being ‘put under’ is far from a walk in the park.
In all honesty, it’s actually quite a terrifying experience and whilst I knew it was for the best, I’d have done anything to swap places with our little man as he laid on that bed. Saying that I quite like a bit of general anesthetic but then I’m an odd bod!…
I’m not sure whether it’s just us but Christmas seems to leave our living room looking much like a disaster zone.
Having watched the kids unwrap and open their piles of parcels, I almost instantly set about clearing the clutter by arranging their gifts into one area, I just cannot cope with the mess you see. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the kids having their toys out to play with for a day or two, after all, that’s what Christmas is all about.
Whilst it drives my darling husband stir crazy, I just can’t sit in a sitting room surrounded by ‘stuff’.…
Although we’ve had one or two ‘child-free’ evenings over the past month or two we’ve just been too busy to take advantage of the time to ourselves. We’ve either used the time to go shopping, to sit and wrap parcels or we’ve just been too tired to do anything other than slob out on the sofa or to catch up on some much-needed sleep.
Having got through the longest term of the year, my husband and I were both exhausted but both felt that we should mark the occasion (and make the most of our child-free evening for once) by getting ourselves into our glad rags and going ‘out out’.…
It’s probably not the best time to ask the kids to write their letters and wishlists to Santa given that we’ve bought, wrapped and sorted all of the presents for Christmas this year but ’tis tradition’ and therefore that’s precisely what we did last night.
Thankfully, almost everything that both J & E wrote onto their lists is either wrapped and hidden here or with either one of their Grandparents ready for the big day, Phew!
Once written, we rolled up each of their lists and placed them into stockings for the Elf to take back to Santa (and his elves of course) at the North Pole.…