Having scoured the empty fridge and the bare cupboards for something to rustle up quickly for the kids tea i realised the easiest option was to shut the twins up (who were clinging to my limbs screaming like banshees) with a bowl of cereal and a yogurt or two. I know I'll hardly be a candidate for mother of the year but it did the job and i then had a moments silence to think of something to make the older two - i settled on a tin of Heinz tomato soup (it was either that or evaporated milk) and the last three slices of bread.
Whilst rustling up the soup(taking all of 3 mins in the microwave) Mimi came rushing in from the garden demanding to know what exactly is for tea and if she could have another Easter egg instead, she stopped in her tracks when she noticed the twins munching on a large bowl of cornflakes each.
"muuuumm" snigger "why are the twins having cornflakes for dinner" snigger.
I then began to explain that mummy and daddy had not been shopping yet, but before i could finish, she was skipping outside into the garden to announce to her sister and the whole neighbourhood what a terrible mother i am.
"Guess what Fi the twins are having CORNFLAKES for the tea"
"CORNFLAKES"Fi shouts "but mummy why have you give the twins CORNFLAKES for their tea?" she says whilst trying to fit her head through the kitchen window with her bike helmet on to get a closer look at the twins.
The two of them then persisted to giggle with one another and discuss how bazaar it was to them that mummy had given their sisters cereal for tea, loud enough for my nosy neighbours to hear everything. Oh the shame!
In my defence i would like to add that the Easter holidays has played havoc with our usual shopping schedule, i can assure you my children are usually well fed and get their five a day (most days), so to avoid any further embarrassment or a call from the social services I'm am off now to the local supermarket to stock up on LOTS of perishables. With four kids in tow I'm not sure I'll have the time or the energy once we make it back home to cook a cottage pie from scratch - it's more likely to be fish fingers and frozen veg, well it's definitely an improvement from last nights menu.
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Kids say the funniest things.....not!
Last night i made a rare escape from the mad house and went to see "the boat that rocked" at the pics with one of my mummy friends(trips to the pub to get pissed are usually reserved for my childless friends who still vaguely remember me pre- kids and therefore don't look at me with disgust when i drunkenly fall over and cut my knee open). The film was surprisingly funny, but to be honest I'd have watched paint dry if it meant eating popcorn and ice cream in peace.
Arriving at my friends house to pick her up i noted to her daughter, who's the same age as Mimi, that the pizza she was prodding around her plate at the dinning table was in fact one of Mimi's favorite dishes to which she replied:
"I don't like pizza, and john doesn't either mummy does he?
"Yes you do like pizza, and john does too now eat your dinner or there's no desert" my friend shot back.
"But mummy john doesn't like pizza, remember when he threw it at my head".
my friend calmly replied "now you know we don't mention that in front of other people sweetie, and he didn't throw the pizza at you he was aiming for mummy and missed."
LOL!!!!!!!!!! I nearly wet myself which isn't that difficult considering the state of my bladder control after pushing out 4 sprogs, but seriously the horror on my poor friends face was priceless and as she quickly began to regale me with details of how "pizza gate" unfolded(a standard domestic which resulted in her partner of 3yrs flinging pizza at her and missing) it took me back to when my 4 year old dropped me well and truly in the shit!
Just before christmas we asked my sister if she could do a spot of RARE babysitting and when i say rare i mean rare - i can't remember the last time she looked after them for me. Now i have to add me and my husband were not doing a spot of christmas shopping or catching up on some much needed "couple" time how i wish my life were that indulgent, no we were off for 1 hr to meet with a vicar and arrange my amazing mother-in-laws funeral(who had passed away suddenly 5 days earlier). My poor husband who was and still is devastated and in complete shock was understandably reluctant to meet with the vicar and wanted nothing to do with the funeral arrangements (luckily i eventually persuaded him he'd regret it if he didn't) wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible and so wasn't impressed when my sister telephoned (15 minutes after we needed to leave) to say she was on her way and would be another 10 minutes late due to the fact she had got held up talking to friends whilst shopping!!!!
I can't remember exactly what was said but lets just say my husband wasn't happy when i reported my sister would be another 10 minutes late and so my children were privy to some rather colourful language. Once sis had arrived seemingly unaware as to the distress she had caused and without an explanation as to why on such a difficult day she was late and very unapologetic, we left to meet the vicar only to find we'd missed out on all the decision making, the hymns, readings etc had already been chosen by the rest of my husbands family.
On our return home some 40 minutes later, my husband inconsolable with grief had completely forgotten about my sisters inconsiderate tardiness as had i, we were met by my brother who had been summoned without explanation to take over babysitting duties as my sister had to leave right away. I asked Mimi if she had any idea as to why auntie S had to go and she said:
"She was upset when i told her that daddy said she was a "fucking fat bitch", and that mummy said "well don't worry i won't be asking her again".
O.MY.GOD!
Yes my four year old had well and truly dropped me and hubby in it, i was mortified as was my husband who had meant absolutely no malice by it, it was a slip of the tongue during what was the most difficult time of his life and was supposed to be for the confines of our own home and never to be repeated. Yes the beauty of having kids is that you can never be sure if anything you say or do whilst in their presence (intended or not) will remain private.
My Husband wanted to call and apologise straight away but i assured him she would understand when she had calmed down that he did not intend to hurt her feelings as it was a private conversation, and anyway he had a lot on his plate without worrying himself about this. I later apologised to my sister after the funeral was out of the way, we had more pressing issues to deal with at the time and were struggling just to get through the days but to my astonishment she did not accept my apology gracefully. She was still extremely angry and could not believe we had the audacity to complain that she was late when she was doing us the favor (i can't wait till she has kids) and "So what if i was five minutes late" she retorted (actually more like twenty five minutes late and considering the circumstances it was a big deal, i mean how often does your husband have to arrange his mums funeral? Anyway relations are getting better now, things aren't as frosty anymore and once christmas was out of the way we were on speaking terms again although I'm not sure things will ever be back to normal completely - kids eh?
Arriving at my friends house to pick her up i noted to her daughter, who's the same age as Mimi, that the pizza she was prodding around her plate at the dinning table was in fact one of Mimi's favorite dishes to which she replied:
"I don't like pizza, and john doesn't either mummy does he?
"Yes you do like pizza, and john does too now eat your dinner or there's no desert" my friend shot back.
"But mummy john doesn't like pizza, remember when he threw it at my head".
my friend calmly replied "now you know we don't mention that in front of other people sweetie, and he didn't throw the pizza at you he was aiming for mummy and missed."
LOL!!!!!!!!!! I nearly wet myself which isn't that difficult considering the state of my bladder control after pushing out 4 sprogs, but seriously the horror on my poor friends face was priceless and as she quickly began to regale me with details of how "pizza gate" unfolded(a standard domestic which resulted in her partner of 3yrs flinging pizza at her and missing) it took me back to when my 4 year old dropped me well and truly in the shit!
Just before christmas we asked my sister if she could do a spot of RARE babysitting and when i say rare i mean rare - i can't remember the last time she looked after them for me. Now i have to add me and my husband were not doing a spot of christmas shopping or catching up on some much needed "couple" time how i wish my life were that indulgent, no we were off for 1 hr to meet with a vicar and arrange my amazing mother-in-laws funeral(who had passed away suddenly 5 days earlier). My poor husband who was and still is devastated and in complete shock was understandably reluctant to meet with the vicar and wanted nothing to do with the funeral arrangements (luckily i eventually persuaded him he'd regret it if he didn't) wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible and so wasn't impressed when my sister telephoned (15 minutes after we needed to leave) to say she was on her way and would be another 10 minutes late due to the fact she had got held up talking to friends whilst shopping!!!!
I can't remember exactly what was said but lets just say my husband wasn't happy when i reported my sister would be another 10 minutes late and so my children were privy to some rather colourful language. Once sis had arrived seemingly unaware as to the distress she had caused and without an explanation as to why on such a difficult day she was late and very unapologetic, we left to meet the vicar only to find we'd missed out on all the decision making, the hymns, readings etc had already been chosen by the rest of my husbands family.
On our return home some 40 minutes later, my husband inconsolable with grief had completely forgotten about my sisters inconsiderate tardiness as had i, we were met by my brother who had been summoned without explanation to take over babysitting duties as my sister had to leave right away. I asked Mimi if she had any idea as to why auntie S had to go and she said:
"She was upset when i told her that daddy said she was a "fucking fat bitch", and that mummy said "well don't worry i won't be asking her again".
O.MY.GOD!
Yes my four year old had well and truly dropped me and hubby in it, i was mortified as was my husband who had meant absolutely no malice by it, it was a slip of the tongue during what was the most difficult time of his life and was supposed to be for the confines of our own home and never to be repeated. Yes the beauty of having kids is that you can never be sure if anything you say or do whilst in their presence (intended or not) will remain private.
My Husband wanted to call and apologise straight away but i assured him she would understand when she had calmed down that he did not intend to hurt her feelings as it was a private conversation, and anyway he had a lot on his plate without worrying himself about this. I later apologised to my sister after the funeral was out of the way, we had more pressing issues to deal with at the time and were struggling just to get through the days but to my astonishment she did not accept my apology gracefully. She was still extremely angry and could not believe we had the audacity to complain that she was late when she was doing us the favor (i can't wait till she has kids) and "So what if i was five minutes late" she retorted (actually more like twenty five minutes late and considering the circumstances it was a big deal, i mean how often does your husband have to arrange his mums funeral? Anyway relations are getting better now, things aren't as frosty anymore and once christmas was out of the way we were on speaking terms again although I'm not sure things will ever be back to normal completely - kids eh?
Monday, 13 April 2009
Happy Easter!
Happy Easter, now it's nearly over thank god, i can finally get started with that diet again, well that is when I've helped the kids get through the 12 remaining chocolate eggs they have left. My children are proving harder to please each year, now mimi's nearly five she's no longer impressed with my attempts to keep their chocolate consumption down to a minimum, apparently it's quantity rather than quality that is paramount to kids. Having descended down the stairs like a whirlwind at the crack of dawn to investigate the whereabouts of her easter egg and if the easter bunny had indeed eaten all that carrot(thanks to Mr Bold she was not disappointed) Mimi did not hold back in expressing her disappointment at finding only a rather small barbie easter egg and a lovely (and expensive) disney musical book.
"mummy the easter bunny hasn't left us very much has he?"
"Well honey" i say "the easter bunny hasn't got the same funding behind him as father chritmas has"
sensing she was making comparisons between the last time a complete stranger had left presents at our house in the middle of the night.
"Father christmas has the baking of a large ad campaign and he has elf's, the easter bunny can't compete with that now can he?" I know, I've blown them but seeing the logic behind the thought, i felt obliged to give her some sort of explanation much to Mr Bolds amusement who is now considering sectioning me, and on retrospect i can't say i blame him.
Fi was her usual grateful self playing with the charlie and Lola bath toys with sheer delight on her face and although mimi had a rather bemused look on her face after my ramblings she was satisfied with being allowed to eat her small chocolate egg for breakfast instead of the usual weetabix and toast.
I have just had the best easter present yet, i now have 1 follower yeah me, thanks softinthehead for making my easter, i think your blogs great!
"mummy the easter bunny hasn't left us very much has he?"
"Well honey" i say "the easter bunny hasn't got the same funding behind him as father chritmas has"
sensing she was making comparisons between the last time a complete stranger had left presents at our house in the middle of the night.
"Father christmas has the baking of a large ad campaign and he has elf's, the easter bunny can't compete with that now can he?" I know, I've blown them but seeing the logic behind the thought, i felt obliged to give her some sort of explanation much to Mr Bolds amusement who is now considering sectioning me, and on retrospect i can't say i blame him.
Fi was her usual grateful self playing with the charlie and Lola bath toys with sheer delight on her face and although mimi had a rather bemused look on her face after my ramblings she was satisfied with being allowed to eat her small chocolate egg for breakfast instead of the usual weetabix and toast.
I have just had the best easter present yet, i now have 1 follower yeah me, thanks softinthehead for making my easter, i think your blogs great!
Saturday, 11 April 2009
Cheeky kids?
Having four daughters I'm well aware of the need to instill good morals from the word go but the practicalities of having them so close together has meant my standards have inevitably slipped a little. I like to pride myself on having well mannered well adjusted children yet recently i find myself looking through rose tinted glasses. Mimi has started to answer back a lot, Fi is prone to massive angry rages and the twins well we now refer to them as "Ronnie" and Reggie" - they are a law unto themselves. I'm ashamed to admit this but i do use the TV as a babysitter from time to time with the older two - believe me it's necessary.
However i hadn't bargained on the enormous negative influence it would have on them - especially Mimi. I know. kids are like sponges blah, blah and there have been several well publicised documentaries and newspaper articles about the damaging effects the media has on children. In the perfect stepford world sure I'd ban all technology from the house, only listen to classical music, eat a micro biotic diet and we would all sit round the piano singing folk songs and play Scrabble for entertainment. The real world i inhabit is a little different - stress is a daily occurrence, i have to make an appointment with my over worked, self employed, tax man fearing husband just to arrange a family afternoon out, we can't afford organic everything or a piano for that matter (i am working on the piano though) and i would be lost without my microwave - I'm a far cry away from becoming Martha Stewart.
Yes in my world letting the kids have free reign over the t.v for an hour provides me with some very needed me time - just to think straight for a minute about how many washes of laundry i need to put on, if we have enough potatoes left for that fish pie for tonight's tea and to find that missing pink shoe Bella's misplaced again! I do though question my parenting skills when Fifi calls her daddy a "Loser" (high school musical) and Mimi starts talking with an American accent and obsessing about a little boy in her class being her boyfriend and says she wants to get married(hannah montana). So i have no alternative but to ban the disney channel from the bold house, Mimi's really upset as all she does is sing and dance all day long, she loves Hannah Montana and HSM, and i have to admit it's definitely more trying and less entertaining for me sitting through an hour of Dora than it is watching Zack and Kody, but if that's what it takes to get my well mannered English children back then it's a small price to pay - cbeebies all the way!
However i hadn't bargained on the enormous negative influence it would have on them - especially Mimi. I know. kids are like sponges blah, blah and there have been several well publicised documentaries and newspaper articles about the damaging effects the media has on children. In the perfect stepford world sure I'd ban all technology from the house, only listen to classical music, eat a micro biotic diet and we would all sit round the piano singing folk songs and play Scrabble for entertainment. The real world i inhabit is a little different - stress is a daily occurrence, i have to make an appointment with my over worked, self employed, tax man fearing husband just to arrange a family afternoon out, we can't afford organic everything or a piano for that matter (i am working on the piano though) and i would be lost without my microwave - I'm a far cry away from becoming Martha Stewart.
Yes in my world letting the kids have free reign over the t.v for an hour provides me with some very needed me time - just to think straight for a minute about how many washes of laundry i need to put on, if we have enough potatoes left for that fish pie for tonight's tea and to find that missing pink shoe Bella's misplaced again! I do though question my parenting skills when Fifi calls her daddy a "Loser" (high school musical) and Mimi starts talking with an American accent and obsessing about a little boy in her class being her boyfriend and says she wants to get married(hannah montana). So i have no alternative but to ban the disney channel from the bold house, Mimi's really upset as all she does is sing and dance all day long, she loves Hannah Montana and HSM, and i have to admit it's definitely more trying and less entertaining for me sitting through an hour of Dora than it is watching Zack and Kody, but if that's what it takes to get my well mannered English children back then it's a small price to pay - cbeebies all the way!
Thursday, 9 April 2009
As promised this is the pic of mimi's easter bonnet - and would you adam and eve it she WON! Well admittedly i did do most of it but still i'm so proud of her and she's pleased as punch. Not wanting to sound too much like a competitive mum (sod it i am ha) she had it in the bag, there was never any doubt and after checking out the competition she won by a mile:)
How sad my life has become, i'm reduced to taking pleasure from a four year olds bonnet parade. Unfortunately my diets gone out of the window, i decided to celebrate with a cadburys cream egg which lead to three and then there was no stopping me, i had half a packet of rich tea followed by a rocky bar and a packet of wotsits. I couldn't help myself and now i'm back to square one so it looks like i won't be any lighter after all for my trip to Spain .... well maybe next week:)
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
I'm still on the healthy eating plan and all is going smoothly so far, apart from the fact i haven't done any exercise yet but I'm hoping to rectify that by doing an aerobics dvd I've had sat on my book shelf since Christmas 2006, it's time to dust off my sports bra and keep fit for the first time in about five years!!!!! I haven't weighed myself yet as i'm scared that if my weight loss is non existent or really crap then i'll quit, so i'm gonna do a weeks worth of exercise and then have the dreaded weigh in. I've decided to take my measurements this time too so i'll be back tomorrow posting all my details on this blog - hopefully it will be the kick up the arse i need and shame me into losing the flab for good. The salads are wearing thin on me already so god knows how i'll last but i'm determined to get fit.
The house is a pigsty, dishes are overflowing and the washing basket is full so i'm off to complete my domestic duties and put the tea on......a mothers works never done:)
The house is a pigsty, dishes are overflowing and the washing basket is full so i'm off to complete my domestic duties and put the tea on......a mothers works never done:)
Friday, 3 April 2009
dieting disaster
I had hoped to be a few pounds lighter by the end of this week as I'm off to sunny Spain for a friends hen party exactly 4 weeks today. Being a little on the podgy side lately i decided to do something about it and start the dreaded diet but only 4 days in to my healthy eating regime and I've sabotaged myself by eating a whole packet of custard creams and half a jar of nuttella in one go!!! The cravings just became to strong. i am a chocoholic (and proud) and was in desperate need of a sugar hit, so I've ruined 4 days hard slogging in just 15 minutes. I have to say it did taste amazing but I'm not sure it was worth it considering the clocks still ticking and now i feel so guilty i need to eat more bad food to comfort myself...vicious cycle eh?
I'm back on it though as 4 weeks should shorly be enough to make a notable improvement, and i can't keep using the kids as an excuse anymore seen as the twins are now 17months old!!!
So no chocolate or biscuits for four whole weeks god knows how I'll do it but something has gotta be done, as I'm desperate to start wearing clothes i actually like rather than choosing items purely to cover my massive arse and stomach.
I'm back on it though as 4 weeks should shorly be enough to make a notable improvement, and i can't keep using the kids as an excuse anymore seen as the twins are now 17months old!!!
So no chocolate or biscuits for four whole weeks god knows how I'll do it but something has gotta be done, as I'm desperate to start wearing clothes i actually like rather than choosing items purely to cover my massive arse and stomach.
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