It’s not often that we go out as a family, at least not for lunch that is. My kids you see are rather fussy over their food, they have never been the easiest of eaters especially when away from home.
Over the years we’ve wasted countless amounts of money, buying the kids food in restaurants, cafes, bars and such-like. No matter how hard we’ve tried to encourage them to eat, both J & E will sit and pick at their food and eat next to nothing.
It seemed far easier, therefore, to pop to a local shop and to prepare and pack a picnic.…
I’ve never been an early bird when it comes to getting out of bed, especially not during the weekends. I’m not all that keen on parting from my pit and whilst I’m well aware that swimming lessons are a necessity, I wasn’t really up for the fifty-minute drive into town today.
After peeling back the curtains and awkwardly adjusting to the bright light like some sort of scorched vampire, I could see that both of our cars were covered in a thick blanket of ice. The freezing temperatures weren’t entirely enticing but never the less, we got ourselves wrapped up warm and after a bite to eat, we steadily made our way to the swimming baths.…
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’.…