Have fun..

Morning, I’m currently sitting here, in my bra and jeans waiting for my t-shirt to come out of the tumble dryer. It has a few creases and i can’t be arsed to iron it (don’t tut at me mum)

But that would also mean going to the car, getting the new iron and ironing board out that Dan bought JUST to iron his shirts for this weekend, which he didn’t do.

Dan has left for his stag do this weekend, a year early but what the hell. We were meant to be getting married 30TH September this year, but decided to push it back a year. The hens and stags have already been booked, so was pointless people losing out on money.

Now I’m home with my kids most of the time, on my own, but i feel anxious about this weekend. Maybe because I’m supposed to be working, look after the boys and not worry about Dan. I have had a word with my darling brother about covering this weekend for me and i will do the next two – lets see if he does it for me.

I’m also anxious because i normally have someone i can run to if i am having a crap day. First ones being:

Mum and Dad – they now live in Spain, so i am unable to see them.
Casey and Calli – my brother and might as well be wife, they are also in spain this week so it’s a no to them
Reiss and Billie – my brother and his also might as well be wife, i am seeing them Saturday for a nice day out (hoping the weather stays nice).
But i do feel anxious, i don’t know why.. but i do. I’ve never been left in the house on my own before so thats something new, i’ve always had Dan for when I’ve had a bad day and i need daddy’s intervention, which the kids actually listen to. I take my hat off to single mums, i don’t know how you do it. I suppose, when you are in a situation you do just get on with it and make it work. You have to.

So yea, Dan, enjoy your stag do. Please don’t mix your drinks and ruin it for yourself you twat. I am apparently getting updates and photos, so when i do, so will you.

Going to enjoy this rare moments peace and drink my hot cup of tea.. this is why i get up early. It’s the little things.

Enjoy your Friday, blog later X

Back to reality..

Today has been a weird one. Our holiday feels like a lifetime ago, but at the same time I’ve been away for so long being home seems weird.

First off i was woken up by Dan’s alarm – Bruno Mars – Marry You. It was cute at first, but now it annoys me. So 5am we are up, all of a sudden Dan appears with Kellan. Poor little sod wet the bed.. he hasn’t done this for months. Think its all unsettling for him. Anyway, the kid was wide awake. He was not going back to sleep. Up we get then!

One a postive he got to see his GaGa before he left for his weekend in Spain. The first wash on, Kellans bedding. Grayson woke about 8. Before Grayson woke up Kellan wanted to go in the garden, at 7am. It wasn’t happening. Well, he kicked off. I wasn’t ready for this, i hadn’t even had my morning cup of tea. I need my tea. Normally i get up with Dan, we sneak downstairs have a hot cuppa in complete silence ready for the kids to wake. But not this morning. So after meltdown one, I occupied him with super wings. Had a quick, luke warm cuppa. Rank. Used to it now though. I then took us all up to get dressed, Kellan and Grayson destroyed their rooms.. (I’ve cleaned them up 6 times today, they haven’t even been here half the day!!) All dressed by 9:30 – it felt like it should be about 12pm, but no, it was 9:30. I finally let the kids in the garden, washing being hung out, next wash on (i was on a roll) Then the dog was jumping through all dan’s new planted flowers.. good god. Dan and his flowers. All of them told off, was like banging my head against a brick wall.

After hoovering, unloading and reloading the dishwasher i got my best friend out. The steam mop. Ugh, i chose the worse tiles when we moved into our house. God knows what i was thinking. My floor looks constantly rank. I steam mop everyday, sometimes twice a day. It is such a shit job, and it never looks no different. Dan laughs because i have such an obsession with the floors.

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Poxy floors

Floor cleaned, kids still pissing about with the dog. Second wash out, third wash on. Kids rounded up, decided to take them McDonalds before nursery. Was nice to have some me and kid time, they enjoyed themselves. A lovely elderly man who worked there gave them 2 balloons. They kept letting them go, so there mummy was grabbing the balloons constantly, in the end i tied them round my bag. Problem solved. Just sat back down, Kellan shouts out “MUMMY I NEED A WEE WEE NOW!” so up we all get, i left Grayson’s dinner on the side while i took him to the loo. Grayson clapped him (he gets very proud of his big brother haha). I then grab Grayson, his dinner and Kellan and go to the car. Nearly lost the balloons twice. shit. Balloons safe, kids safe, i get in the car and notice I’ve somehow got tomato sauce on my bloody new white top. Balls.

There i am sitting outside a crowded McDonalds viscously rubbing my boob with a water wipe – people were staring. So embarrassing ! Stain sorted, off to nursery.

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This was after my vicious scrubbing..

Kellan was so excited to see his friends after three weeks. Grayson not so much, every time i leave him he cries. I run out that nursery today, not even ashamed to say it. He was ok as soon as i walked out the door, they sent me a little photo of him to show me he was fine. Shitbag.

It has honestly been a non stop day, i had some me time and had my nails done and caught up with my friend which was lovely. Then off to food shopping, get the washing in, make the kids beds, then off to pick the kids up. I took the dog for a drive as i didn’t manage to get him out today (sorry Travis). But we did take some snapchat selfies.. Dog was loving it.. NOT.

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Kids are exhausted, i was so ready for bedtime and so were they. Ive not looked forward to bedtime this much before, it has honestly just been so busy.

My beautiful little shit bags. Wouldn’t change them for the world – I’m so lucky and blessed.

I will leave you with these two photos that i received today.. X

Pissing in the wind..

After my blog yesterday about how much of a chilled day we had, things started to go down hill.

It got to about 7:30, kids had eaten, BBQ had started and I was ready for the kids to go to bed. So i thought start winding them down, i got them washed and dressed for bed and put a film on. Trolls tonight. Yay. Grayson welcomed bed time, he was knackered. Kellan not so much. He was crying, kicking, screaming. After the 3rd time of putting him back in bed i was losing it. I was ready for my mummy time, but Kellan obviously had other ideas.

My dad then said that he can stay up, he obviously wasn’t tired and this is what being a kid is about. He was tired, he was miserable and whining because he hadn’t slept well the night before. But of course, nanny and GaGa know best. Mum then went on to tell me that they never put us a bed when we was on holiday or at home when we had company. LIE.

Im sure Reiss and Casey (my brothers) would tell them otherwise. I remember when we had old family friends round our childhood home and bang on 7:30pm we were sent to bed, even though we had our friends round we was told it was bedtime. That was that. no sneaking back downstairs, no kicking up a stink. But my kids do it and they are allowed back out of bed.

Anyway, after telling him to get back to bed and nanny and GaGa telling me he can stay up, i gave up. Whats the point? It’s like pissing in the wind. Kellan decided he was going to play waiter.. (well Keeper as Kellan calls them) so he went around serving us tomato sauce, bread, peanuts and cheese burgers. After he had enough of that he sat and had a chill, me thinking time to put him a bed. WRONG. So i thought i would ask him to go and quietly go and check Grayson (what was i thinking asking a nearly 4 year old to check on his 2 year old brother.. must of been that damn Sangria – the stuff is the devil) Then i heard him “come on Grayson, there we go, come and play with me” – Facepalm.

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Our Little Waiter (Keeper)

So out Grayson come, bright eyed and full of energy .. i was now thinking fuck my life, what is happening. Please god, give me strength. GaGa then got up and played some football with them, they were loving it. I sat quietly assessing the situation sipping (downing) my sangria. By this point it was 9pm and I was half cut. Deary deary me.

Football with GaGa

Right enough is enough i thought, we had to get up early to get Dan from the airport. I picked Grayson up, told him to say goodnight and put him to bed. 1 down, 1 to go. I came back out and Kellan asked to go in the pool.. “no kellan” “no kellan, you are not going in the pool” “Kellan mummy said no, please. It’s time for bed” By this point i was fed up – again, like pissing in the wind. Off my doting dad goes to get his armbands. Seriously?! 9:30pm – the kid is in the pool. Fuck it. That was my attitude by this point. Fuck it and pass me the Sangria.

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Nothing like Late Night Naked Swimming

Finally 10pm, the kid (still kicking and moaning) went to bed. 10 minutes he was in bed for, 10 minutes and he was snoring. But he wasn’t tired..

Once I was sat back down and a few more glasses of Sangria i understand why my mum and dad do it. They like to see them enjoy their self which is lovely and they are making some lovely memories which i know they will cherish for the rest of their lives. People who are reading this who now have older kids must of been in my position before? You get to a certain point of an evening and you want some Mummy time. My mum said she used to get to 5pm and have enough! Everyone has been there. Oh well, they had fun. I had fun watching them (i did). Even though i moan, its nice to see them playing and being relaxed. Sometimes the rules have to be broken.. not all the time, but sometimes.

Nanny & GaGa if you read this, thank you. Thank you for everything you do for myself, Dan and the boys. We are forever grateful. Plus the kids always want you so you must be a lot more fun then mummy and daddy..

While we are on the topic of Dad’s – it’s fathers day today. So Happy Fathers Day to all the amazing, hardworking, wonderful Daddy’s out there. A massive special Fathers Day to all the daddy’s that are watching over us in Heaven. Always missed, never forgotten.

Happy Sunday X