rain is supposed to be good right RIGHT so why is im now sitting here cursing it??
Oh riiiiiiiiiight my other half was supposed to be coming home today but now cant i am beginning to hate rain and i feel that my life is now centered around stuffing rain....
But im gearing up for when he does come in because he is bringing in a killer, before you guys wonder what is going on and start backing away from the computer, a killer is a cow......or was i should say they shoot it and cut it up at the station, they then bring it in then the fun begins but this month im out of the whole killer duties thank god there is only so much butchering a beast i can put up with.
i was going to do alot of things today but i got none of it done, had a quick look around for the kids christmas pressies but as i do it online i hate it more than going to the shops!!
Why dont you go to the shops? i can hear you ask well i do live in a town but town consists of a couple of stores that double as everything stores and im not paying $$$$ for 2 dollar shop stuff...
So online it is
i never realised how dang hard it is to find a kiddy camera that doesn't cost big money seriously i didnt even pay $120 for my camera let alone one for miss dakota
i still have done any thing despite me being on my bum in front of the computer all morning ( crap just realised all day) my dishes are don't but i still gotta do floors i MUST do that after the kids go to sleep i simply must..
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
oh jeeeeeezus
kids are at day care today so what am i doing by myself, im ENJOYING being able to eat what i want when i want with out Dakota i want to eat please mum, Wyatt not standing there going yum yum yum or Cody just doing his impersonation of a baby bird.
why is it that u can serve them up with the exact same food but they all want mummys so today im enjoying a pie and chips for breakfast while the kids arnt here
why is it that u can serve them up with the exact same food but they all want mummys so today im enjoying a pie and chips for breakfast while the kids arnt here
Monday, November 8, 2010
my 15 minsof sanity
every day i spend 15 min cleaning one part of the house Monday my room, Tuesday Dakotas room and so on.......
this is what keep me sane and stop the house looking like a battlefield.........in theory....
today i did Miss Dakotas bedroom 5 seconds later it was worse than before and i am not the sort of person that walks around the house with a chux in my hand ...which is also probably the reason my house look s like a bombs gone off.
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I scrub out the shower 2 or 3 time a week because its something i can do while hiding form the kids.
I get the kids to wash the tupperware all the time by putting them in the shower with all the non breakable stuff and let the mm play with it (unless they are too dirty of course.....
I always wonder if i put the kids in chux cloth clothes if that will help. i have also been known to let the dogs in the clean up the kids meal time mayhem.....
But seriously how do people keep a spotless house i really don't know, i like to be able to relax every now and then and not freak at every little crumb.
i hate house work with a passion. I really do.
This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Meyer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here." when they keep crying and won't stop.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football or soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the World," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls " Mom ?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed--when their 14 -year olds dye their hair green.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? For all the mothers of the victims of all these school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the Survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves. This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, Mothers without.
Author Unknown
this is what keep me sane and stop the house looking like a battlefield.........in theory....
today i did Miss Dakotas bedroom 5 seconds later it was worse than before and i am not the sort of person that walks around the house with a chux in my hand ...which is also probably the reason my house look s like a bombs gone off.
.
I scrub out the shower 2 or 3 time a week because its something i can do while hiding form the kids.
I get the kids to wash the tupperware all the time by putting them in the shower with all the non breakable stuff and let the mm play with it (unless they are too dirty of course.....
I always wonder if i put the kids in chux cloth clothes if that will help. i have also been known to let the dogs in the clean up the kids meal time mayhem.....
But seriously how do people keep a spotless house i really don't know, i like to be able to relax every now and then and not freak at every little crumb.
i hate house work with a passion. I really do.
This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Meyer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here." when they keep crying and won't stop.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns off on metal bleachers at football or soccer games Friday night instead of watching from cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the World," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet like a tired 2-year old who wants ice cream before dinner.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls " Mom ?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed--when their 14 -year olds dye their hair green.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? For all the mothers of the victims of all these school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the Survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children's graves. This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, Mothers without.
Author Unknown
i just thought id share you a poem that the lasies at my old mothers group gave to me......
moving, getting older and grey hairs
ive learned a few very important lessons lately
- don't move house with 3 toddlers in tow
- if you have try and pack said house up when children are in day care
- dont put tool boxes where the kids car seats are anchored the result freyed strap so now need 2 new car seats
- don't move on your birthday, turned 27 and spent the day all sweaty hot and tired not necessarily in a good way
- dont look in the mirror, found some grey hairs that popped up, bottle of hair dye on pay day for me than
- dont look in the mirror also found wrinkles
- make sure you don't forget all cupboard and fridge locks, Wyatt has already discovered how to scale kitchen benches
- screaming children at 5.30 in the morning is frowned upon when you have neighbours
Thursday, November 4, 2010
ahhh the joyousness
meh.....now how can one word from a little yellow hirl be a word that can sum up 24 hours....meh yes appropiate.
My day statred ok was ready nd out the door at 8 this morning....granted the kids were having a banana for brekkie but i was on time for once.
but as soon as i was out the gate i came accross some cattle in the house paddock so a uturn to get the dogs and off i went to get the bovines out. did that went to close the gates rolled my ankle brilliant.....went to town grabbed the kids lunched for day care went to get in car and rolled the same ankle again ever tried you hardest not to swear that was me....on the day i had to get some pig food *long story not impressed, some dog food (we buy ours in 20 kg lots) so you could imagine doing that while lugging 20 kg bags around.
i must of looked like death warmed up when i went to the bakery for lunch as soon as i went in there they asked if i need a double shot cappuccino......yes but was soooo tempted to go across the road to the pub and get a double shot bourbon hold the coke but no so had lunch with one of my friends who told me to get to her place where i can veg on her couch for a bit to wake up at 5 shit center closed at 5.15 and i didn't get my groceries done so yeah i called into the roadhouse and got the Richmond version of kfc but it didn't go down too well.....
so when the lady asked me if i wanted my stuff in bags at the roadhouse....i nearly told her no thanks i had big enough bags under my eyes but thank you
My day statred ok was ready nd out the door at 8 this morning....granted the kids were having a banana for brekkie but i was on time for once.
but as soon as i was out the gate i came accross some cattle in the house paddock so a uturn to get the dogs and off i went to get the bovines out. did that went to close the gates rolled my ankle brilliant.....went to town grabbed the kids lunched for day care went to get in car and rolled the same ankle again ever tried you hardest not to swear that was me....on the day i had to get some pig food *long story not impressed, some dog food (we buy ours in 20 kg lots) so you could imagine doing that while lugging 20 kg bags around.
i must of looked like death warmed up when i went to the bakery for lunch as soon as i went in there they asked if i need a double shot cappuccino......yes but was soooo tempted to go across the road to the pub and get a double shot bourbon hold the coke but no so had lunch with one of my friends who told me to get to her place where i can veg on her couch for a bit to wake up at 5 shit center closed at 5.15 and i didn't get my groceries done so yeah i called into the roadhouse and got the Richmond version of kfc but it didn't go down too well.....
so when the lady asked me if i wanted my stuff in bags at the roadhouse....i nearly told her no thanks i had big enough bags under my eyes but thank you
Monday, November 1, 2010
stop the bus!! i want to get off
Ever had one of those days?? where you dont stop but steel feel like your are chasing your tail well imagine that 24 -7 and thats my life lately.
Sometimes i look back and remember when the easiest descioin is which pub am i going to have a beer at.....or which pair of jeans look tighter.....which guy has the hottest wrangler butt??
dont get me wrong i love my life too with the 3 kids but what the so and so was i thinking having them 11 months apart?? sheer stupidity i thinkm i its happened they are here and man am i never bored again....
like today wake up before 6 (normal, i dont like it but apparently its pretty normal) made myself a coffee, sat down in the chair to find i sat in miss 3's vegemite toast. normal.
i just cleaned that mess up to turned around to find mister 2 into the cofee needless to da i think its going to be a long day here
The one year old hes pretty good but is currently cracking a darkies because his brother keep going in to wake him up
Its nealry midday here and the kids are in their pjs and me instead of cleaning im procrastinating about cleaning the house there is still coffee from asshole to breakkie time flour on the floor from yesterday but for once i really do not care im using all my energy trying to keep my eyelids from closing
but at the end of the day who else is going to give me big cuddles and kisses and say mummy i love you....no one who else will totally pee you off and push every button but one cheeky grin will make it all worth wile no one.
Sometimes i look back and remember when the easiest descioin is which pub am i going to have a beer at.....or which pair of jeans look tighter.....which guy has the hottest wrangler butt??
dont get me wrong i love my life too with the 3 kids but what the so and so was i thinking having them 11 months apart?? sheer stupidity i thinkm i its happened they are here and man am i never bored again....
like today wake up before 6 (normal, i dont like it but apparently its pretty normal) made myself a coffee, sat down in the chair to find i sat in miss 3's vegemite toast. normal.
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| bellas puppies |
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| me and my 1st born son |
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| cody william |
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| wyatt |
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| dakota |
i just cleaned that mess up to turned around to find mister 2 into the cofee needless to da i think its going to be a long day here
The one year old hes pretty good but is currently cracking a darkies because his brother keep going in to wake him up
Its nealry midday here and the kids are in their pjs and me instead of cleaning im procrastinating about cleaning the house there is still coffee from asshole to breakkie time flour on the floor from yesterday but for once i really do not care im using all my energy trying to keep my eyelids from closing
but at the end of the day who else is going to give me big cuddles and kisses and say mummy i love you....no one who else will totally pee you off and push every button but one cheeky grin will make it all worth wile no one.
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