Thursday, July 31, 2008
Small Sprog was in the back making a hullabaloo as usual, then;
"Mummy, I'm such an angel!"
I look in the rear view mirror. He is smiling sweetly and has his Frisbee on his head like a halo.
That's the closest he'll ever get I guess!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
I loved the colours of these hymn and prayer books
they were so neatly placed, though a bit dusty!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Feeding the children breakfast (10.34 am)
Washing up the lunchboxes from Friday (Yep, I know that was last week!)
Feeding the bunnies
Sorting out for the forthcoming holiday and a million other things. These are just the most urgent.
However I have missed all my bloggy friends so have just spent an hour (or possibly more) catching up! Ooh the stress of it!
Last weekend we had a brilliant time in a tent in a field! The weather was perfect and for two days there was nothing to do. The sun shone and the children played in the stream below.
I'm back! 9.30pm (just fed the children!! No only kidding)
So the rules for passing on the award on are simple:
1.Put the logo on your blog;
2.Add a link to the person who awarded it to you;
3.Nominate at least five other blogs;
4.Add links to them on your blog;
5.Leave a message for your nominee on their blogs.
I enjoy all on my blog roll and others I haven't added yet so this is hard and I'm not sure who already has this one but here goes;
Rose (a fellow Gemini!)
Mean mom for her brilliant parties
Hullaballoo because it's her birthday today!
Alaina Who always makes me laugh
Maggie Who is blogless right now but hopefully back soon.
And (as they say) anyone else who knows me!!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Well, I haven't been here. I've had a minor escape to the country.
'Mum, Tall Girl has Bluetack in her mouth' Shouts Small Sprog from the back of the car
'No I haven't'
'Yes you have'
'Tall Girl, get that Bluetack out of your mouth!' I demand
'It wasn't in my mouth it was just touching my lips' She declares
'I don't care!'
I'm getting cross now, you can tell can't you?
'You don't know where it's been, give it to me'
'I'll keep it in my hand' she replies, but I know she won' t be able to resist, she is always chewing on something!
'No, give it to me!' I'm driving one handed now with the other behind my back, stretched out for her to deposit her sticky stuff.
She's tired but I can't let her win this one!!
'Put it in my hand now before I crash the car!'
A few seconds later-
'Owwww!' Small Sprog is complaining 'Tall Girl hit me'
'Didn't mean to'
Her standard line!
'Stop it both of you!' I look in the mirror, Tall Girl is poking out her tongue at him so he kicks her!
I could go on but I think you have the picture!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Small Sprog will change schools so finishes his old one today and is sad about missing his friends.
Tall Girl finishes her junior school forever today. She has been there for 7 years, which is a major part of her life. There are so many mixed emotions flying around at the moment. Sadness at coming to an end, yet excitement about the holidays to come and the new beginnings in September. Today will end in tears for all of us I think. We are all off into the great unknown!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Now I can't wait to eat the fruit!
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
"Muuuummmmmmmmm!, Tall Girl hit me!" Shouted Small Sprog
"No I didn't!" Tall Girl shouted back
"Yes you did!"
"Muuummm, Small Sprog said he was going to stab me with a pen"
"No I didn't" Shouting even louder
"Yes you did" Tall Girl is in tears (she can lay it on thick when she wants to!)
"You hit me!"
"You nearly stabbed me!"
..........Wait for it!
"I HATE YOU" Small Sprog is crying too now out of rage and indignation. He is stomping off and lands somewhere around the halfway point on the stairs. He sulks. Tall Girl has already stomped up and is in her room. No slamming of doors has occurred. Not yet!
So how can I tell who is telling the truth? It is 8.30am and time for school (Why do these things happen at such crucial times of the day?!)
Now I know I'm the grown up here, but the tension is high and we're all tired (end of term-itus!) I should be showing them by example that it's good to keep your cool in this sort of situation. It is important to be rational and sort things out in a calm and positive manner. Then..........
"Oh for goodness sake come downstairs now, stop arguing and put your shoes on. I'm fed up with you two shouting at each other all the time!" I screamed.
How grown up was that?!!
Tall Girl had her school leavers disco tonight, the last one before all her classmates go off to different senior schools. I went along to pick her up at 9pm. They were all in tears! Even the boys, just sobbing in a heap in the middle of the dance floor! They spend years not wanting to go to school and now they don't want to leave! How are they going to get through the last week of school with so much emotion flying about?
She's upstairs taking her makeup off now (obviously good quality mascara, she noted, because everyone else's was running down their cheeks accompanied by the tears) There was a pocket money stall at the disco. In her pocket are two small animals that she has brought for Small Sprog. She is going to wrap them up and give them to him in the morning.
She loves him.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Were we late for school? Yes. "Sorry miss, we were just looking at the puppies!"
Sunday, July 13, 2008
So these are for you. Thanks so much. Although if you are feeling a bit queasy because of the smell then don't worry, I've left the windows open and I'm sure one of the suggestions above will work sooner or later!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
The three bad things:
1. I lost my Internet connection last night (not life threatening I know but I couldn't blog, aaaagh!!)
2. Small Sprog brought home his school report which showed absolutely NO understanding of his dyslexia. It made my blood boil to read it. It also proved that he has spent another year at school without enough help to enable him to learn anything properly (although the upside is that it has made me realise I am doing the right thing by moving him to another school)
3. Tall Girl vomited her way through Thursday night! The first episode hitting the floor running from the top bunk! Enough information?!! You bet.
PS Anyone know how to get the smell out of the carpet?!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
1. Small Sprog has been offered a place at a new school
2. Small Sprog has been offered a place at cubs with his friend who he will miss when he leaves his old school
3. A good friend has given me a contact for a child friendly homeopath
That's Small Sprog sorted then!! And all in one day. Well not really, it's all been in the pipeline for sometime but it's quite strange how it has been resolved all at once.
Picture of frogs in our pond, Small Sprogs favourites!
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Last time I took him to the doctor about it (six months ago) he more or less said ‘live with it’.
‘Live with it?’, I ask you, why spend hours in the waiting room, catching whatever everyone else has come to complain about, and trying to entertain a whinging 7 year old QUIETLY, just to be told to ‘live with it’!
This time I was ready for battle, the eczema had spread to his hands and I was worried. I was determined not to be ‘fobbed off”! (Never mess with a worried mother!!)
It wasn’t until I entered the surgery that I realised the doctor we were seeing was the lovely lady who was my complete angel and saviour when I had post natal depression nearly 10 years ago. How could I ‘do battle’ with her after all her understanding and help all that time ago?
We went in.
“How are you” She said. This always throws me when they say that. Does she say that to everyone? I mean, if we were perfectly well we wouldn’t be there would we!
“Small Sprogs eczema has flared up again” I tell her, assuming that her question was my cue. Meanwhile he is sat on the couch swinging his legs and looking as if he was planning something. “It’s on his hands now”
She asks to look at his hands and he saunters over to show her the flaky bits on the ends of his fingers. She looks unimpressed. “It’s on his feet too” I say, feeling she needed a little more persuasion that we were not wasting her time.
“Can I look at your feet?” She asks Small Sprog
“Yep!” He swaggers back to the bed, enjoying the attention and starts to make a bit of a show of taking off his shoes and socks. I start to think that I should have told him to make a bit of a fuss!
He took off his shoes and she goes over to inspect. His feet looked pretty good. Better than they had this morning, better than they had looked for months!! How does that happen? As soon as you get a doctors appointment, everything gets better. It must be a miracle!
“They get much worse than that” I tell her whilst she says nothing. She sits down again.
She tries to fob me off with some more cream. “But he’s had it for years” I whine “And now it’s on his fingers and you’re only supposed to use the cream for a few days, I’ve been putting it on for months now and it’s only just keeping the eczema at bay”
She gives me a withering look and explains (very nicely) that sometimes she sees children with such badly infected skin on their hands that they have to have them ‘wrapped’. She seems to have missed the point. That is what I’m trying to avoid. Why let it get that bad? I can find no words that are suitable. She is writing a prescription for more cream which I know will have no effect. “Perhaps he’ll grow out of it” She says. I look at her in a disbelieving way. What am I supposed to do, rejoice that when he is my age he will be eczema free but have no skin left on his feet due to overuse of steroid cream?
I mention homeopathy. She brightens, “You could try that”
Small Sprog was bored now. He had found the box of toys under the table and had pulled them all out. Just as I was trying to formulate a coherent sentence I felt him fiddling with my head from behind. I tried to ignore him but he was not going to be ignored. He had a furry glove puppet on my head. There I am, trying my best to be serious and he has a puppet dancing on my head. The doctor looked unamused. She was obviously thinking that I had no control over my child (she was partly right) and that I was a fussy, over protective mother (possibly) and that my son was verging on the delinquent (right!)
The printer spat out the prescriptions and she handed them to me with a smile as I tried hard not to raise my voice to Small Sprog who was now crawling around the room.
Tonight my mum called to see how we were. “Did she refer you to a skin specialist?”
“Oh Billy!” (She always calls me that)
“Don’t ‘oh Billy’ me” I shout down the phone “I did my best!” Never mess with a worried mother!
Monday, July 07, 2008
It was early evening and I needed a pee, so off I trotted to the toilet block. The facilities were not up to much, cleanliness wise and they saw a fair amount of traffic but at least they weren't the hole in the ground version! The floor in the whole block was a bit wet and one likes to think, at these times, that the floor is wet because someone has just been in to clean it. However, you're never really sure, but needs must so I popped into a cubical (I knew I was OK this time because there was a door!)
I was wearing an 'all in one' outfit! Well, we are talking about the 80's here. My mother would call it a 'jumpsuit', an odd expression I've always thought, but hopefully you get the picture.
As all women know, we do our best NOT to put bums on seats. Hovering was the order of the day. The 'jumpsuit' was button through and so I had to undo the thing from the neck down to get it off, take my arms out and then pull it down, as you would trousers. It's at times like these when you realise that being a victim of fashion is not at all practical in certain circumstances! I was now, more or less, without clothes except for my outfit which was somewhere around my knees.
Another problem was that, because of the wet floor, I had to hold my clothes up at about knee height while squatting so that none of it dangled on the floor! I think you may have the picture now and not a pretty one at that. Well, at least the door had a lock (at least there was a door) so I was fairly safe in there.
By this time I was just about ready to do what I'd come in for when, just at the crucial moment, a bloody great dragonfly flew over the top of the cubical door and down the leg of my outfit! I think I screamed, probably very loudly and I must admit this bit is fairly hazy, probably due to the trauma! All I can really remember is being conscious that I didn't have enough hands. I needed both of them to keep my clothes from dropping on the wet floor and I needed a spare one to retrieve the loudly buzzing insect from somewhere underneath my pants! To this day I can't remember how I did it. In fact I may have passed out with panic, only to be rescued, in my nakedness, by some passer by who was alerted by the screaming! I really can't tell you. But I do know that I'm not that keen on being anywhere in the vicinity of large buzzing insects, clothed or unclothed (me not the insects), and that that's not easy when you have a Small Sprog for a son.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Saturday, July 05, 2008
So I'm not really up to much of this.......
Friday, July 04, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
However I do have a bit of housekeeping to do. Liz has passed a lovely award to me (thanks Liz) and I think I have to pass it on. It was created by Crystal over at Memoirs of a Mommy in honor of the heart donor who saved the life of Crystal's baby boy, Noah.
Crystal says: The rules of this award are: SHARE THE LOVE!!! Share this award with all those blogs out there that you love. All the people who make you smile. All those that make you laugh. All those that make your day. All those that leave uplifting comments on your blog. **All I ask, is that you include a link to this post with the award and ask your recipient to do the same**
So here goes: I would like to 'share the love' with Susan, Maggie, and Mean Mom.
I'd also like to pass it to Rose and Hullabaloo but they already have one and Bobo for all the counselling(!) and BS5 because he never fails to be positive!
There, done now. Just hope something more exciting happens tomorrow!
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
The children and I had great fun today, (yes they're still off school but back tomorrow) chores were suspended and it was the most beautiful summers day. We took a picnic up to the Downs (a lovely open space in the heart of Bristol) along with bubble mixture (Small Sprogs choice) and a cricket bat for French cricket (Mine and Tall Girls choice) We did lots of all of it and the sun just shone and shone and I realised how much we all needed to do this together, so much time (too much time) is spent doing routine, 'stuck in a rut' stuff. Small Sprog declared that blowing bubbles on a windy day was the best thing ever and he never wanted his day to end, I almost cried. He so loves life (but is stifled at school)
When we arrived home we made jam, coloured in and played air guitar, all at the same time! I absolutely love playing music very loudly but Husband's not so keen! Seeing as he was at work we had it very loud! We all played excellent air guitar to a few tracks of Cold Play and then the children scraped out all the cold jam from the pots. You can imagine Small Sprogs face. Both delighted and smeared bright red, a sticky gluey mass asking for a kiss just so that he could spread the love (mess!!)
Later on the nit children came home from school and they all went out to play together. Paul Weller returned to my CD player and I felt pleased with my day. Small Sprog is right though, there are some moments in life, which could just last forever.