Not Quite With It

not sure if it's the wind down to school hols or just being completely knackered... or having been taken over by the evil forces of facebook , but I haven't managed to visit here much at all in the past week! It's really not like me and I began to stress that I didn't know what was going on in my cyber-neighbourhood, which in turn made me feel guilty for not visiting my friends as much as I normally do, so just to say thanks to those who dropped by to make sure I hadn't actually dropped off the face of the earth .

I have been inordinately tired this past week, although that hasn't inspired me to get to bed at a reasonable hour, I am soooo looking forward to my lie-ins after wednesday. Speaking of which little Miss M seems to have some blistery spots sprouting behind her ears and on her tummy, so perhaps the chicken pox returneth eh? I suspect nursery will have her unless she has a bad tummy, in which case I will be missing my last day at work for six weeks, I hope I can get in even if it's only to get some leave for the inset days at the end of the hols (they must love me).

I had a very pleasant surprise last week, I received an e-mail via friends re-united and one of my bestest friends ever from secondary school had dropped me a line. I haven't seen this friend in nearly twenty (or maybe even slightly more) years. We exchanged a couple of "Hello! How are you!" e-mails and then I gave him my phone number. It was ridiculous how excited I was when he texted me and said he was going to ring. Phone rang and I immediately reverted to the age of twelve and was giggling and being silly for an hour and a half. The memories just came flooding back and we relived our escapades from young teenager-hood to young adulthood, this is the person I would hang around Soho with so that we could stalk Marc Almond and get his autograph. We used to go far and wide across london to various concerts (oh well yes mainly Soft Cell), we even went to Tunisia together when we were about 21ish. This was one person I bitterly regretted losing touch with and I was truly exstatic when he got in touch... we are in the process of making arrangements to meet up somewhere between Brighton and Portsmouth for some alcohol and a bucketload of nostalgia.

I am now pondering the delights of which household task shall I perform first? Washing in off the line? Washing out onto the line? Washing folded and put away in drawers? Hmmmm, it's a toughie... I suspect washing in from the garden first, that's if Little Miss Clingy lets me get on, she's not 100% cos I can't walk far without having her attached to my ankle at the minute!

Ooh and here is a piccy I got done at the school fair.... all my lot together....

Good innit?

Right I'm getting off here before I decide to check out blinkin' facebook again !

Home Alone

Me and my girl have managed to turf everyone else out of the house today... to say I am relieved could be classed as an understatement, last week provided just a glimpse of what the summer hols could bring I suppose.

Youngest boy is still a little scabby from his brush with the dreaded pox (chicken that is) and this morning he was most distressed to still see scabs. I think he thought as he was going to school the spots would have disappeared completely, he burst into tears and said "I don't feel a little well... I think I need to stay at home" I reassured him in a calm and Mary Poppins way ("You're going!! Don't be silly!") that he was fine. I couldn't bear another day stuck indoors with hyperactive youngster.

It is driving day again, and after last weeks fiasco I ran to the chemists this morning and purchased some Bach rescue remedy, I am hoping it has the desired effect and calms me a little. I obviously don't do well under pressure and the fact that I've now booked the dreaded test has pushed me over the edge I think. Last week was horrendous and I was almost dangerous! I am determined not to let my nerves get the better of me today, I need a good lesson or I can see me cancelling the test date and putting it off, which I'd rather not do as it would be lovely to have at least some of the summer holiday as a independently mobile mum .

I shall report back as to the calming/non-calming effects of the remedy, I am hoping my cynicism about these things doesn't spoil it.

I am pretty much wiped out and should probably try a catnap before my lesson. Yesterday I was full of energy and cleaned the kitchen, this then inspired me to cook something, properly. I decided a home made pizza would be a good compromise, something the kids would enjoy and healthier than a shop bought one. I was rather pleased with the results... here have a look...

.. impressed aren't you? Well as I say I was, but guess what? Children looked suspiciously at my offering, poked it about a bit, prodded the cheese, looked at the sauce (also home made... two pounds of bloomin' tomatoes!!!) and offered various comments. Something along the lines of "I don't think I like this" "I'm not sure this tastes nice" and my personal favourite "I don't want it, I don't want it!" Of course all this was before even a morsel had passed their lips .

I don't know why I bother sometimes.... At least I thought it tasted nice and to be fair the girls gave it a good shot, just those fusspot boys who had to be force fed mums "treat".

The reason I am wiped out though is because I have a new addiction which must be stamped out immediately. Blinkin' facebook and a game called Bejewelled Blitz, two and half hours I was sat there saying just one more game. The games only last a minute each, that's way too many games in a row. I am not going near that again for a couple of days, half twelve was a bad bedtime for me and I have work tomorrow; fairly certain my supervisor wouldn't see that as a good excuse for inattentiveness at my desk (translate as forehead on keyboard with slight drool escaping from the corner of my mouth).

Right off to see if a cuppa and a catnap will provide me with more energy!!

Ooh ooh did you see I managed to creat my blog roll at last? That at least was one productive thing I managed before being sucked into the facebook vortex!

Ooops!

Evening! I am....

up really late? A bit tired? A little tipsy?

Ah yes that's the one! Here we go yet more slightly squiffy blogging! Please watch out for deliferate mistakes.

Had an evening out with my pals, we went for a meal and then onto a local drinks emporium. I appear to have drunk quite a lot of alcohol and yet still be upright and vaguely and alert (never knew what those lerts looked like before). Oh dear definitely a bit lively, I am listening to my boys on the headphones, which could get interesting when I attempt to dance about whilst attached.

Had a lovely meal of salmon and ceaser salad, I ordered chips which was totally unnecessary! I drank wine (eeeek bad idea bad idea, but twas rose and not red so I appear to be fine) and then we rounded the evening off with a bit of dancing about.

Sadly we did have a member of our party who turned out to be a little aggressive whilst drunk, we tried to run away but she found us . She was being really lairy with the poor little waiter lad and when I looked stressed at her she got confrontational... nice! Never mind we managed to ignore her and still had a good night, could have been a bit longer though . Oh well I am drinking a cuppa tea (what else) and will try and get some sleep soon, I shall report on the state of the head tomorrow...... nighty nightttttt

Oh and here is photographic evidence of being up and about and not curled round a loo....

Oh and just to say none of the lovely ladies in these pics are the lairy one!

Still Ever So Slightly Obsessed...

I have not landed properly from my weekends outing and abouting, I still ever so slightly fancy running off with various members of Take That, not all at once you understand, I am just keeping my options open... for when I get the call... you know, sigh... mad as a hatstand I know.

I am also off out this saturday night, it is a joint birthday outing with a friend who is a mere strippling of 24... soon to be 25 (only a couple of years between us ). We are going to eat food and then drink booze, it's a good plan, not too rigid and enough scope for elaboration later on in the evening if we so desire.

I have one sick bunny again this week,youngest lad has most definitely got chickenpox, lots of luverly blistery spots all over the poor little man. This of course means that little Miss M is probably due to get them, as the chickenpox I thought she had when I first returned to work quite probably wasn't . Littlest man seems to be coping ok at the moment, but I'm trying to remember if there is a really itchy point when the spots crust over, I suspect there might be. Ah well we have piriton and calamine lotion, just have to stock up on the old bicarb of soda as I have been told it's great to stick in the bath.

My eldest lad is finally recovered from his bout of tonsillitis, although this evening we have had a "headache" appear when I mentioned homework! It did disappear when I mentioned his friends party on saturday which if he was ill (or grounded through lack of homework) he wouldn't be able to attend.

All kids are in bed asleep and I may very well have to head that way soon myself. I'm not sure. thinking about it, that I would suit a rock and roll groupie lifestyle anymore... I have trouble staying up late two nights in a row, not very alluring is it? A snoring half asleep groupie probably wouldn't attract the right sort of attention

Going On Tour

I'm sorry but there's nothing else for it, I have to leave home and run away to join The Circus (do you see what I've done there? Take Thats' tour and album, huh, d'you get it?).

First I will say I had a fantastic night, I was not sick, I did not pass out, I danced about a lot and I stayed up way past my bedtime. Oh and I didn't even have a hangover this morning!

The weekend was looking a little dodgey for a mo' there, as I said eldest boy was looking extremely ill and I wasn't sure I could go off gallivanting and leave him. Luckily he had improved sufficiently that I felt ok to go. My friend picked me up at about half eleven saturday morning, we had our supplies of food and water and enough munchies to keep us going when fuelled with alcohol. I had made my choice of what to wear and I stuck with it (most unusual and decisive of me....) we were definitely prepared.

The journey there was going well but sadly instead of following our instincts, we followed the sat nav, and after programming in "fastest route" it took us a good three hours to get to the hotel. Oh and I really should have made that toilet stop before we set off. Still we forgot all that as soon as we reached the hotel and realised that yes, that was Wembley Stadium directly behind it, result! My fears that all the parking at the hotel would be taken, were unfounded and we wandered on up to the reception desk. Uh oh a queue, never mind it was clearing at a good rate. Sadly when we got to the front a nice polish receptionist lady apologetically let me know that the room wasn't quite ready yet. We were directed to the bar and given a free drink while we waited approximately fifteen, twenty minutes. Ok, not incredibly impressed but we went and waited. When we re-approached the desk the same nice polish receptionist looked stressed as she revealled that nope the room still wasn't ready. Off we toddled muttering about how we wanted to go and get ourselves sorted. Not too stressed at this point but as we wandered back after another twenty minutes I was starting to get annoyed. It was a total of two hours before this room was ready, I was irked in the extreme and did something not in my nature at all, I asked for compensation.. in the form of free overnight parking. I think I should have asked for more as the manager gave in far too easily!

Still we got to the room sorted ourselves out, resisted the call of alcohol until I had eaten aforementioned food supply, then make up (before a drink, always do make up before a drink!) and then a little tipple and we were off.

It took literally 30 seconds to get there woo hoo, the location of this hotel is perfect for concert going. I have to say at this point I have very fond memories of the "old" Wembley stadium and was curious about how this new look stadium would be, not particularly impressed I'm afraid, we were herded through our gate. You weren't allowed to deviate from your course at any point, no mixing and mingling around the outside of the pitch anymore, we had to go up about four or five escalators and I was starting to worry about exactly how high up we were going to be sitting. When we finally reached our level I did notice a ton of toilet facilities and loads of food and drink stands. I was also surprised to see that at this gig you could, if you so wished, purchase fish and chips (with or without mushy peas), pizza, popcorn and aero bubbles choccy... I'm sorry I didn't realise I was going to the pictures! How weird, I had visions of people standing there with their edibles and watching Take That in full flow, not my idea of what happens at a concert. Of course there was also alcohol, I neatly avoided wine and went straight to smirnoff ice, not ideal but I couldn't face bloating out with a hundred and one lagers.

Our seats were pretty good, a nice overall view and not too high, I wasn't actually in the clouds which is a good thing.

The start of the show was very impressive, almost theatrical, the clowns and acrobats were fabulous and interesting, the music was haunting and the whole thing was an impressive spectacle. When Take That actually appeared from within a cluster of balloons, the crowd (as they say) went wild! It was non-stop action from start to finish, as someone who was never a fan back in the day (I thought they were a bunch of posey lads with not a lot of talent sorry boys) I was wowed. The music was great, the sound was impressive, the lads look amazing (blimey I must be the future Mrs Owen!!!) I was totally blown away, and I'm not afraid to admit that I may have got a little emotional, before beer number four, honest not alcohol induced.

Sigh, the downside of course is that it is now over, I am even more gutted at missing the previous concert through my self induced coma! I now need to go and follow the boys in a stalkerish manner around the country, oh blimey I hope this obsession fades soon, I suspect Other Half will get slightly aggravated with me mooning about the place .

Talking of which (Other Half that is, not me mooning about the place) I just have to say he coped magnificently, things got done, kids got fed, I got updates (unprompted) as to the health status of my lad, kids got put to bed on time, breakfast was made this morning and he even got eldest girl and youngest boy to judo!!! There were no panicky phone calls, or cross phone calls declaring I hadn't given him enough information, all in all it was more of a success than I could have imagined.

Mmmm, wander when I can make my next outing?

Got to work tomorrow, booo, so I will get off now and try and get some kip .

A Long Night!

I am so tired as I have been woken up twice last night, once at three and again at six (so technically this morning). First time youngest lad was having a bad dream and I had to shepherd him back to bed, second time poor eldest boy was having bad stomach pains, I was beginning to think I needed to call out the emergency doctor! Luckily some medicine seemed to sort out the problem, I think it might have had something to do with his only food in the last three days, a late night sandwich of ham and brown sauce . He also seems to be having a reaction to the antibiotics and is experiencing a slightly blotchy rash, this appeared about half eleven last night so I was seen rushing about doing ye old glass test! Thankfully he seemed perky enough and as I say even felt hungry.

Off on my jaunt today, barring sick children disasters, so will be back with pics and gushing over "the lads" I'm sure. Will be back to bore you all shortly I'm sure, have a great weekend all.

You Really Know You're A Mum When....

.....you spend your birthday for the most part at work, worrying about eldest son home with tonsillitis (home diagnosis), then pick up little hot and bothered people from childcare provider, decide to take son number one to the doctors (bearing in mind extremes of heat) have to wait an hour in a hot stuffy room with about 30 other sick people one screaming toddler (mine) one fidgety bored and hot five year old (also mine) one slightly preteen ten year old (yep allll mine) and then into the doctors who asks what's wrong. I fixed him with a piercing glare as last time he misdiagnosed said eldest boy, and said "I think he's got tonsillitis" doctor duly checks and says "what a clever mummy" and we get prescription for antibiotics. Phew, then we go to the chemist to get the meddy, then we go to the Co-op to get ice-cream. Little Miss M was fairly beside herself by this time and I was considering infanticide as a viable option for peace and quiet (it was VERY hot!!!! Forgive me). I then came home to cook tea an hour later than I would have liked, Other Half was home, but of course all children still had to direct queries, requests and general crying in my direction.......I was seen stomping about muttering "Happy Birthday to Me" quite a lot that evening.

But today I have a day off and I am going to the shops, in order to search out concert going clothing . Of course it would help if I knew what the weather was going to be doing, I am just praying it won't be as hot as the last few days, I don't want to collapse in a heap at this concert.

First I shall rush about a bit and get some washing and dishwashing done, in preparation for the weekend (mustn't leave Other Half with four kids and the washing) then I shall await the arrival of my pal, poor thing drove all the way from scotland yesterday, I suspect she'll be a bit tired.

Maybe time for a cuppa, got to get my priorities right .