Saturday, 3 September 2011

10 Things I learned From This Week...week 5

This week, I am doing a '10 Things I Have Learned from the Summer Holidays'...As it is back to school on Monday, I felt this would be an appropriate theme... so here goes...
My dad, his best mate Donald (best not to ask) and the kids in awe...!

1 That what does not break you, DOES make you stronger

2 That I am excited and VERY nervous! To be diving into the world of the unknown and starting work (extremely part time, but still, first time in 8 years, so can’t be a slow enough breaking in)

3 That I am GUTTED another Summer holiday has come to an end, and I have 2 kids in ‘big school’, and my last one starting. *starts plans to have triplets, husband leaves, leaving ME the burned out car*

4 That family REALLY counts.

5 That kids ask INSANE amounts of questions, about EVERY LITTLE BLOODY THING THAT YOU DO OR SAY…

6 That Summer holidays fly by for us, but at kids’ age, it’s soooooo long, half their lives…(And half of ours is taken…)

7 That you can make chocolate chip cookies almost every single day with 4 kids, sometimes more, and still be alive at the end of it. *breaks human strength and mental endurance boundaries, wins a donkey YEY!*

8 That life is full of s***, but amazing if you strive to see it through, always being honest and doing your best.

9 That I am COMPLETELY unprepared for beginning work next week, having spent till 1 pm most days in my pyjamas (yeah, as if you’d have the time or the inclination to change either), it was buried in my ‘most least likely of being addressed with this lot around’ pile.

10 That, given you have been reading my blog these holidays, I hope you all appreciate my dedication in writing it!!! ;)

 See you tomorrow for Thought For The Day,

Tamsyn x

Friday, 2 September 2011

Will I be blogging or snogging tonight???

Esmie, in preparation for school has been going round all week with her back pack...

Esmie makes scelotape bracelets around my hairy arm (which was NO fun, the taking off, which she did too...)whilst we watch part 2 of Monty’s Star Wars Lego battle, Mitzi is whistling what ever tune is in her head, clicking her fingers and driving a Strawberry Shortcake moto round the ships refusing to believe it’s ‘dead’ when Monty slays it several times with Lego light sabres, Esmie sits on Alex’s back, and Lola and I scelotape together 2 buggies to make a double decker, which nearly left me in tears in the effort. Half way through, I smell burning, not that car this time (we are not insured …It is being done in stages, this battle of the Galaxy, the second round consisted of yet more baddies facing brave goodies. This went on, again, for hours, and several times we thought it had ended and so let out ‘hoorays’ and ‘woops’ for the ‘Goodies’ winners. We were wrong each time, but finally, it was over. And we all sprint off, thanking Monty and cheering for the winners. Round 3 will be held at 1.30 tomorrow afternoon he informs us all in escape…watch this space.

Buster is dropped off at the airport today, it’s time to go home…I was really upset to say goodbye to him, Alex and I are feeling very homesick at the moment, missing our friends and family over in England so much. But when I get back in (much later on, I had decided to go to the park after, let them loose for a bit) and I see a rather large letter for me! Hooray! The tax rebate has arrived! About fooking time, they’re quick enough to take it off you, hey? I open it eagerly, I could do with some good news, the insurance does not cover our BBQ fired up explosion, fire damaged car, we are gutted, but what can you do? *takes a step with giant spikey shackles which is insurance ‘small print’ trips up and breaks face, and oh guess what? I took the step, so I am therefore not covered*. I mean what’s that all about…  Really…is there NOOOOO effing justice? We did not deliberately make our car look like we were a weirdly aged selection of joyriding pyromaniacs? Life is, how it is…so, oh yes! The letter, so having burned out the car, not insured, yep this was it, number 3 in the depressingly accurate theory of ‘it all happens in threes’, I see before my tired, sad, beaten down eyes, a it was a speeding ticket for 90€ and a point on my licence. As if?!

So you can imagine how Maria from sound Of Music’s ‘I’m on top of the WORLD!!’ attitude, was not flowing out of me the hills alive with the sound of music…I had been extremely emotional after dropping Buster our nephew off at the airport, the kids have ADORED having him here, as have we, we miss you Buster! Drained, too, after the park, and everyone managing to do themselves a mischief, which I always predicted in mummy advance, and offered the ‘oh, dear dear, but I did tell you so…’ sympathy afterwards. So having Esmie standing here, in front of me as I write, she is looking up at me flip flops on wrong feet coz *that IS how it goes actually mummy, tut, eye roll*, pyjamas, necklace, ankle bracelet, arm bracelet, cap on backwards, marmite all over her chops, gargling milk, and giggling at me then dribbling it too, I am a little fatigued of nonsense, and would like her in BED please. Right, I am back, I have no idea how many more times I will see her till I threaten her with the caravan. I actually did it, at the very end of my teeny frayed tether, I told her she’d go in the caravan if she carried on running around out of bed, she got shut in the caravan for 1 minute, and she never got out of bed again, well it worked! And now she hears ‘one more time, and you’re in the caravan!’ and she stays put. So there you go.

I am now off to hang out with my man who has been away 48 hours too long working, and has just asked me if I will be blogging or snogging tonight??? Never been asked that one before,

See you tomorrow,

Tamsyn x *takes hubby up on offer…*

Wednesday, 31 August 2011

I see an explosion, blue clouds of blazing fire whooshing everywhere ...

Fancy dress Lola at the end of last school year.

OMG, seriously OMG, I just sat down to write my blog, thinking I’d settle in for a bit on the sofa writing the toils and troubles of the endless days of my groundhog day life…..sorry, went off then. So, I sit down, then think I’ll make a cuppa, walking through the garage to ask Alex outside if he wanted one too (he’s on BBQ duty) I see an explosion, blue clouds of blazing fire whooshing everywhere like it’s just been given instructions to ‘Fly! Be free! Burn everything in your path! And above all, be blue and big and scary and HOT!’ It flies through the car (windows are open) Buster, Alex and I leap around like monkeys shouting ‘FIRE!’ collectively, which brings me to a point, why do you always shout the bleeding obvious when there’s a disaster ‘Fire’, ‘Bomb!’ ‘’Burglars!’? Where? Oh, it’s me giving examples, OK. Why? We all know, it’s VERY f*****g obvious, surely? But there we go, fact. So we prance about shouting the bleeding obvious in different directions,  after some serious monosyllabic discussion, ‘Fire!’ ‘Towel?’ ‘Water!’ “How?’ ‘Here’ ‘F***’, we establish water would be a good start. Alex tries to attach the hose and douse the car, the tap wouldn’t turn on, he waggles it violently to try and drip out a bit of liquid, in the mean time I grabbed Alex’s T-shirt, put the washing on (alright, I made that up), see a bottle of fizzy water and run towards the burning car, screaming for what my life is worth ‘Water!’ I have some difficulty getting the lid off, but Sheera with the power of Grey Skull (Google her if you have no idea who I refer to here) skills kick in, and I shake the fizzy water all over the burning interior and exterior. Buster flaps vigorously around doing a sterling job putting out the fire too with his bear hands…It’s alright Jo, he can get new hands the Dr said so. Only joking! He had a big flappy towel to aid him. And it’s out. Well done us! And I lived to tell the tale again! (please click here to refer to the burning down the public bin and the entire Fire brigade armies descending to put it out incident). Oh, and BTW, Alex did admit he had got a teeny bit slap happy with the paraffin stuff to light up the BBQ, but honest to goodness, it did not warrant the magnanimous explosion...

Earlier on that day, Esmie had been busy decorating herself
with GROWN UP nail varnish

Monty this morning, announces he would like to invite us all, including Buster our nephew, to watch a Star Wars lego battle between the Jedis and the baddies…We all accepted with glee, and set a date at 10 am. We all show up, as Monty hurries us up the stairs, insisting on putting on the Star Wars theme tune on loop, whilst he battles. He begins, the baddies are all introduced, their weapons, their flyable offable bits, their hidden invisible bits and their powers. 20 minutes later, he begins to introduce the goodies…Finally, battle commences, and Star Wars blares away downstairs, we answer appropriately (enough) to the commentary my son is so enthusiastically giving. Although I declare ‘oh nooo, not him’ at one point, and my son looks at me and says matter of factly that it’s fine, it’s good, he was a traitor and a baddy…OK, woop woop.  

A leaking ear (again) meant a trip to the Drs again again aginan (well you try writing that quickly and correctly on your knee at 11pm at night after you burned your car out…) for Mitzi moo. She had grommets put in some months back, and so although she still gets the infections, she is not ‘ill’ each time with it, temperature, agonising ear ache etc. she seems unbothered, more tired, but not many symptoms other than the constant stream of puss from her ear *everyone begins retching a little* Sorry. Next time I’ll put a ‘rank health symptoms’ warning sign up.

So she is about to start school on Monday, with another ear infection, and on antibiotics…poor baby. It’s the perfect excuse to the teacher for any bad behaviour or ‘pretending not to have heard you’ tactics, she literally is deaf in that ear it is so bunged up, so once I let the teacher know, they can blame any ‘unpositive’ behaviour on a deaf ear.
STILL in Minnie mouse costume (3 days) and MAN those ears are starting to weigh me down, mum...

The week end fast approaches, I stink of burned car, it is back to SCHOOL and me off to work (very part time) at the same time. So I am on mental preparation survival mode, I need all the help I can get!

See you tomorrow,

Tamsyn *runs out of mental preparation coping techniques, commences rocking in the corner stance*

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Quick pic...Blowing out Minnie Mouse

Esmie blows out her candles on her cake with family and friends....FAB day!

Monday, 29 August 2011

So in all fairness, these guys are f****d, before they even start.

Me and my Esmie Rose on her 3rd Birthday, tint she too gorgeous?!

Chicken nuggets, was what I prepared for my kids tea tonight. I dutifully coat the breasts in egg and flour dunk them enthusiastically after. I often do this with fish, but they do not eat huge quantities of meat, so when I announced it was ‘chicken nuggets’ for tea tonight, the sniggers that ensued I was puzzled by. As it happens, this is actually our word for boys’ bits, but the other choices for me have crude overtones, awful words, just really awful, so rude...Not that the words for girls'  bits are any better, I am not just being sexist. So nuggets, it is…Anyway, they then after laughing hysterically for what seemed like hours, me sussing why, them then gawping when I tell them I expect them to gobble them up. ‘Oh but muuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhmmmm, not chickens’ nuggets?’. So I still have no idea whether they know that a ‘nugget’ is not just necessarily another word for b******s..
The Minnie Mouse cake I made *phew* and I lived to tell the tail...(get it?)
Well, as you all know, we had Esmie Rose’s 3rd birthday this week. The evenings are usually spent in a whirlwind of kids to bed, hovering, tidying, last load of washing, mopping *ahhhhhh  mopping*, folding, washing up odd pans and wtf does not EVERYTHING go in the dishwasher? I realise I am now (1 year on from being a first time PROUD dishwasher owner) becoming spoiled, but the egg pans are surely the WORST things in the world to wash up. I get sinky heart feeling every time I see one, scrambles being the worst, my god, I could seriously go on for hours about egg pans, but for fairly obvious reasons, I shan’t. So, egg pans, why was I talking about egg pans? *rereads* oh, OK, dishwashers not taking everything, shame. Then sitting down, putting the UFC fighting on for Alex and writing my blog. Which I do around 9/10 ish. So the wrapping of presents and making a Minnie Mouse cake was not leaving me with ‘happy’ feelings. We managed it however, then balloon blowing was remembered at midnight ish, and I nearly lost my husband to ‘blowing up balloons for the 6th birthday/Christmas/Easter event time this year, at midnight, again, can not take this any longer, that’s it I have now actually lost it’ death. It takes some blowing, he was honourable in his efforts. I did take pity when he nearly vomited from over-exertion…I only made him do 10 more…
Esmie looks 'overwhelmed' with her Minnie Mouse cake...
The next day was Esmie Rose’s birthday! Our friends came over with their 15-month-old son, and plus our 4, already 5 kids was plenty. Plus Buster, our nephew, 5 adults, nice equality for once! She had a brilliant afternoon, we had her cake outside and the big giant ostrich flap mad chickens were in their prison! We were onto a winner all day, they are nearly all too fat to carry their own flaps, they cannot get their feet off the ground, despite the flapping, errr, stop eating all the worms then…We all sang ‘happy birthday’ in English, then French. Well, I say we sang ‘happy birthday’ in English, with our French friends, and in France as a rule, we sing  ‘Appy bersdayz tooo yoooooos’. You see the ‘h’ sound does not exist, neither does the ‘th’ sound, so in all fairness, these guys are f****d, before they even start. So our version was the ‘appy berzdayz’ version, but Esmie got the gist.

I must go and see to the 2nd round of dinner, us ‘growed ups’ didn’t eat with the kids, so I am about to do the second sitting. But just so as you know, I know who you are the 2 people who found my blog by searching ‘ big bazungas’…
True story that too.

Right, I’m off, see you tomorrow,

Tamsyn x *slips off to grow big bazungas*

Sunday, 28 August 2011

Thought for the Day. Week 12...

Esmie's 3rd birthday cake, Minnie!

With Esmie's birthday just passed, I really wanted to find a 'thought for the day' that reflected the mood of this week for me, it's been family oriented, and wonderful!...I found this, 

 "The thing about family disasters is that you never have to wait long before the next one puts the previous one into perspective." 

~Robert Brault,

True eh?!

See you tomorrow, Tamsyn x