Archives for the month of: September, 2012

So I’ve been looking a bit more into this blogging thing and have (already) moved my blog to a different site. So if you’re looking for me you’ll find me at www.thechaoticmum.com

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When I got up this morning it was with a mission. My house is a total tip, and I decided that it was time that was sorted. Hubby was starting a new job and I thought it would be lovely for him to come home to a nice clean home. So my starting point was the toy kitchen.

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As you can see, it is a well used toy. My mum actually gave it to the girls after her foster child proved to have no interest in it. Prior to getting this one the girls had a wee plastic one, but this is a much better one.

As you can also see it’s not just kitchen stuff scattered around it but dolls, bags socks etc. So my first mission was to sort out the mess. We have the little rubble buckets that were bought with good intentions, but never actually used, so we used them to sort the mess. Kitchen stuff in one, baby toys in another and everything else in the third.

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The kids thought this was a great game and they argued over who got to get the baby toys and who would fill the kitchen bucket. Great I thought, this is going to be easy! Everything was quickly picked up and dumped in buckets

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So it was on to the next stage – tackling the big toy bucket and properly organising the toys.

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Now we’re cooking with gas I thought. Izzy’s happily playing on the blanket and the girls are helping to sort the toys. This will be done by lunch time!

But wait, what’s this…

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Oh no, they’ve rediscovered all the toys that they haven’t even looked at for the last 6 months. Suddenly all my hopes were dashed as I was faced with the reality that every mum of small children faces – children don’t care that you’re trying to clean, you’re just getting in the way of their play.

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No problem, I thought. Izzy will be going to sleep shortly so I’ll get it all finished then. So, once the baby conked out for her nap, I started to put away all the kitchen stuff into the toy kitchen. I actually managed to get it all tidied away as well! Look, it’s all neat.Image

But then I turned round…

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And looked into the conservatory,

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And then the baby woke up

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And she didn’t want put down. So that left me only able to tackle any mess with one hand that I could reach while standing. So I started to organise my cupboards

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And I got distracted. Then I had to cook tea, which was a very lovely vegetarian cottage pie.

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And then suddenly it was the end of the day! I mean WTF, who decided that days should only have 24 hours in them? Don’t they know that mums need at least twice that? Anyway, at the end of this long organising day I was left with an almost organised cupboard

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And a living room that looks like this

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Tomorrow’s job – tidy today’s mess… 

 

This is a photo of me

It was taken my budding little photographer Kaya. Kaya is my eldest and turns 5 in a couple of months (where does the time go???) Any time I get my camera out she instantly wants to start using it.

Many of her photos look this this.

Hardly the most flattering of poses.

That said, she does seem to be getting better with practice. She took these photos last year at Edinburgh Zoo

And she took this photo of her brand new baby sister in March this year

More recently she has been experimenting with the self portrait function of her dad’s iPhone

Not one to be left behind, it would appear that her little sister Blythe has also been getting in on the act. In fact, it seems that every time I plug my camera or iPod into my laptop, loads of photos like this appear

Thankfully, she also seems to be getting a little better at the photo taking skills

the self portrait seems to be a favourite of hers.

I actually really like this one. It’s Blythe’s hand and her baby sister Izzy’s face.

So the question is, will my daughters grow up to become photographers or will they just keep taking random photos of themselves? One thing’s for sure every time I plug in my camera I discover the little darlings have been playing with it again. It certainly makes for an interesting time trying to figure out just what they’ve been taking photos of.

This is me

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Well, actually it’s me and hubby, but he doesn’t really count now does he lol. This photo was taken at our wedding last year, and our first anniversary was last Monday. Hubby brought me home a lovely bunch of flowers and a promise of a voucher for a set of massages. I gave him a poem. A lovely, heartfelt, last minute poem.

Truth be told, I actually forgot our anniversary!

The thing is, I don’t really see it as a proper anniversary. In my eyes, our real anniversary is the one we marked in June – 6 years and counting. It feels weird to celebrate a first anniversary when our eldest daughter is nearly 5 years old. Needless to say Hubby doesn’t feel that way. So when I received a text from the mother-in-law saying ‘happy anniversary’ one of the first thoughts I had was ‘oh yeah’, closely followed by ‘wtf am I going to get him?’.

You see, although Hubby earns a good wage we, like a great many young families today, are up to our eyeballs in debt and therefore all our spare cash goes towards paying off the credit cards. This meant that last monday I had a grand total of £40 with which I had to feed us all for 2 weeks (it’s not going well btw). Therefore I had no money to actually purchase Hubby a nice first anniversary present. Thankfully, I can be quite good at writing, therefore I hit on the lovely idea of writing him a poem.

I thought about being romantic and telling him I loved him and all that smoochy stuff, but that’s just not me I’m afraid, so instead I went down the honest and funny route. 

When he got home, with his lovely flowers (which made me feel pretty guilty lol), I sat him down on the sofa and read his poem aloud to him. Thankfully he liked it and it made him laugh. Not sure what I’m going to do next year though, maybe write 2 poems???

And so here it is, the poem I wrote to my poor neglected hubby

 

On our anniversary


No doubt you may be wondering

just what I your loving wife

may have chosen to do to mark 

this next stage in our life

 

Suffice to say, no anniversary,

present have I bought

Because speaking quite honestly

last night I forgot

 

Last month I thought of buying you 

a pleasant little trinket

but then we went to Ikea

and that idea was sinket

 

Last week I thought of purchasing

a trip to take us afar

but then I realised I’d forgotten

 about the insurance for my car

 

Yesterday I thought that maybe

I should buy you some Milk Tray

but then remembered you were on a diet

so that idea was thrown away

 

And so we arrive on this special date

and I have remembered (though slightly late)

that a year ago on this day

the two of us signed our lives away.

I have not bought a present to mark

this first wedding anniversary lark.

And in striving to make it up a bitty

I have penned you this little ditty

In between the cries from our bunch

amid their constant demands for lunch

and the shouts of angry little girls

annoyed they cannot control the world

The cooking, the cleaning, the sweeping

the nappies that don’t stop leaking

I’ve taken the time to say

that I love you in my own way

and I hope you appreciate the trouble and strife

that seems to come with being your wife