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~ Elements…. ~

 

you’ve got 20 minutes to make up a story as you go along. Expectant child in front of you, what can you do?

 

“Tell me a story.” The little girl said, as I sat myself down at the end of her bed. “Which book would you like.” I said with a smile, “No. Make me a story. You haven’t done that in a while.” “Okay and just what, is this story to be about?”  “Elements, ELEMENTS!” The little girl did shout. (She meant Earth,Fire,Wind,Water.) “So lay down little Princess, lay down in your bed. Stretch, yawn deeply, snuggle down, rest your body, rest your head….”

“Elements, Elements. Elements….” I said….

 

“I’m hot.” Said Fire dancing around “And I’m so much more deadly than you.”

“From such a teeny tiny spark, I cause utter carnage, I burn everything right through.”

“Pish posh!” Said Water with a mighty roar. “I can turn you in to nothing but steam.”

“You wouldn’t.” Said Fire.

“I would, I would.”

“You wouldn’t, cuz that would be mean.”

“I’m the most deadly.” Said water with a gurgle. “When people see me they shout.”

“I can engulf buildings, rip up trees.” “And wash cars, boats,lorries away, I can even put you out!”

Wind, who had been quiet, then piped up. “Neither of you are as deadly as me.”And with a deep breath and a crashing big woosh, he pushed Water onto Fire and put him out. Then pushed Waters tide out as far as he could see.

“See the two of you squibbly squabbalers, I’m the most powerful element that can be.”

Now earth, who did not talk very much, and who listened to all around.

He shifted his plates so very very high, to tower above the ground.

He looked at Wind and Fire and Sea(Water),

and although individual, saw what they could be.

He spoke with a voice both old and wise as he called, “Come here, Wind, Water, Fire all three.”

“Do you not understand, have you no idea, if we work together how strong we could be?”

“We are the elements, we bring death, we bring life.”

“We help feed every man and his child and his wife.”

“We were here so long ago and we will always be around.”

“From the Wind in the sky to the Fire, Water and me the Ground.”

Wind hovered, Fire glowed, Water sat so close to shore.

And for once they all agreed. No one was more deadly as all four….

 

 

“Now now little Princess, it’s time for your bed. One more cuddle for you tightly, A kiss dropped on your head.”

One more smile for you, as I walk out the door. ” I love you mummy.” “And I love you more….”

 

.x.

 

Whats the perfect picture?

“One picture.” I said. “Can I have 1 picture of you all together?”  “No.” Said my eldest. “Nope.” Said the eldest girl. “You hate pictures mum so why should we have them taken?” Said my middle girl. “Just one? Pretty please????” I said. “Okay….” They agreed!

After all I thought, 1 photo, this is gonna be easy! Hmmmm!!!

So this is who we have….

From left, back 4:-  John, Anthony, Chantelle Taylor. Aged, 10, 14, 13sept, and 11.

Front 2:- Holly 4 on left and Ruby-Jade 8 on right.

My 6 little and taller (2) than me monsters!!!!

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Photo 1. Notice the grump at the front? That’s ok. My phone takes photo’s fast, I’ll do another….

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Photo 2 Hmmmm? Aren’t you supposed to be looking at me?

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Great a grump and where did that hand come from?

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I can see your fingers! Your making faces and your not even looking!!

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Yay the grump is smiling well, actually she’s laughing but you can’t hear it!!

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Still with the fingers and faces…. Oh and grumpy is back!

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Ha! fingers busted but I think we’re falling apart….

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Oldest gets his own back, and yes it’s not going how I planned….

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Hey I’m over here!!!!!!

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Order shall be restored for my 1 yes 1 photo!

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And the giggles take hold….

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It’s more fun to play….

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Beginning to remember that no. They do not sit still…. Ever….

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We’ll keep going. Maybe I’ll get the good picture I’m after….

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Well it’s a brilliant picture…. of feet….

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Someones had enough….

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Is it time to make a move?

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Yup! Time to get the youngest!

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Youngest on the move and my hopes are running away….

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Oh yeah shes not gonna sit no more….

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Youngest tells the older ones off!!

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Older ones laugh!

So, I didn’t get the perfect picture…. Or did I? I took 300 photos in all that day and about 30 of them were with all 6 of them. What is perfect? In the photos above, their personalities shine through and they laugh and are having fun, relaxing and being them. That’s got to be better than any photo showing them all sitting still and quiet. Still and quiet just isn’t them. So, yeah I think I got the perfect photos after all….

Happy hugs ALL.x.

🙂

 

PS:- Photo’s taken on a Galaxy Note 2.

 

 

Entertaining my children and….

 

…. calling my cousin dowally for hunting dragons! It’s not finished and will be continued, just a lickle bit of fun. Inspired by the….

(Septimus Heap Series) by Angie Sage

When Matthew awoke that morning, he knew today was going to be the most important day of his life. Today he was going to do what all apprentice wizards do after they turn 14…. Today Matthew was going on his quest for a dragon!

Matthew got dressed in his purple robes as fast as he could, he never got tired of examing the intricate gold thread that wove this way and that across the sleeves and hem, and then down the long flowing sides of his heavy cape. He raced down the stairs jumping over the sleeping  owl that was perched on a chair at the bottom, and stood before the great doors to The Masters study.

” You may enter “. Said a loud voice as Matthew took his hand away from the door. Matthew turned the great door handle with two clicks of his fingers, ( a trick Albert had taught him ). As he entered, it never failed to amaze Matthew just how magnificent The Masters study was. Three walls were lined four stories high with every book you could imagine. The fourth wall had three-arched shaped windows facing the north. In the center was a long table and just in front of the windows was the masters huge ebony desk.

The Master stood at his desk watching Matthew walk across the room, he was called The Master by everyone and he was so old now that only the ghosts knew his real name, even The Master had forgotten.  ” Here is your quest”. Said The Master, handing  Matthew an ivory envelope with silver thread.  “I will see you when you return “. “And remember you only have two days to complete your quest”.  The Master smiled at Matthew ” Good luck and may time be on your side “.

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Well thats what our new bedtime story is about and thats how far I’ve got. I always add lots of actions ( like a play).  Just that little bit took nearly an hour ( yeah seriously!), and even my eldest 2 stood at the door to listen, this story is being told to a 10, 9, and 6 yr old.

I hope your all having a good morning/day/evening/night where-ever you are at the end of the wire. Hugs ALL.x.

Splintered into a million pieces….

Well hi, how are you all? I hope life is treating you well and full of things that make you smile….

I’ve really struggled with writing on here simply because I don’t want this page, this space to be filled with unhappiness. It’s called An empty space because its here for me to fill with my poems, thoughts and other little moments of happiness/crazyness/all sorts, the things that make up me….

Right now as you’ve most likely guessed, I’m unhappy/troubled/stressed/call it what you will….

I got a phone call from the hospital about Taylor and his latest test results are even worse than the last lot. I was sat in the car when she rang going to get the munchkin new shoes, as she spoke to me and tried to gently tell me the it is getting more serious I felt myself splinter…. I splintered into a million pieces and blew out the window, all that was left was an empty body holding a phone…. I know, honestly I know, I prepared myself and prepared myself so I could be strong when his world started going from “normal to not” but I’m struggling to deal with this. My brain has shut down and my emotions have fled, all thats left is a body on auto pilot, just going through the days. So far between now and christmas he’s got more appointments than I can shake a stick at.

Taylor is defo not making life any easier at the moment, he’s now refusing to take his tablets and I’m getting more clever and creative at hiding them in various things!

I know all this is having an affect on Taylor as the last blood tests he had done, he firmly told the nurse that if she wanted blood she could take her own. Yeah no-one likes their blood taken and Taylor has had a traumatic experience with needles but even the nurse was shocked and I just couldn’t stop apologising. Taylor only has good veins in his hands but, they’re not that good. It means he is always bruising.  😦

I wish I had a crystal ball that would tell me what the future holds or a magic doctor that could make it all better “just like that” but I don’t and there isn’t one. I would give my life a million times over and sell my soul if it ment that Taylor didn’t have to go through this and that he was healthy and kidney transplant was just a word I read in the newspaper from time to time or saw on t.v..

They say everything in life happens for a reason, that mother nature does what she does to ensure the world is constantly evened out, that G*D knows all and he has his reasons…. every time I look at Taylor I can’t help but think why?…. Why? If G*D really exists, why put innocent children through this? Why make monsters, murderers, rapists? why make people suffer?

I know I need to pull myself together and stop this useless crying ( which I do more than I admit). I’m sick of being strong  and telling people that  “yeah we are all ok and yeah all is good”. Plastering some stupid grin on my face and showing the world a great big smile. I always thought the day I’m so dreadfully afraid of was years and years away and that I had plenty of time to make sure I was ready to cope not just for my son when he needs me but for his brothers and siters to….

Well it’s not years and years away anymore and I’m more afraid than ever….

 

 

Hi….

Hello everyone! How are you all? I hope life is treating you well and special people make you smile  b         🙂

I haven’t written on here in a while, didn’t want to as I don’t want to fill this page with unhappiness but, its about time I wrote something!

For those of you who have been reading a while now, you will have already read about Taylor (My middle son). Well in good news his blood pressure is down to 121/73 which, is excellent! But bad news, the last set of tests they did, his kidney function is reading what they call abnormal and bad, like his usual kidney function is good? It’s a lot closer to the 40% now and that day is getting so much closer. Taylor is off to hospital next week for more tests. He’s happy he gets to stay off school.  In order to give Taylor an “as normal as possible” childhood, we’ve never really told him just how serious his problems are. Some people might think this is wrong but why make life any harder for him? Doesn’t he have enough to cope with already? He knows he is different and has asked if he is normal? And that IS hard. My eldest (the 13yr old), knows whats wrong and being very close to me, picks my moods up before anyone else, he’s currently sticking to me as I plaster a huge grin on my face. He knows how much I worry about Taylor.

In some good news Taylor has a girlfriend friend that’s a girl, to young to put those words together! It’s nice to see them chat and giggle and laugh together, she constantly gives him the sweetest smiles.  🙂

Taylor is a fan of classical music ( I like so many different types, all the children get to listen to it all). I was thinking about taking him to the theatre to see something. Anyone got any ideas of whats good? I haven’t been in about 10 years.

Now Taylor is in year 6, I have to start thinking about secondary school. With his problems with interacting with others, I’m now unsure which High school to send him to. My eldest boy goes to a business and enterprise academy. My eldest girl goes to a specialist academy for performing arts. And there is a science and languages academy near my daughters school.  Living 3 miles from Lincoln castle and in a city, there are another 8 schools that I could choose from. With my eldest 2 the choice was easy and they go to the right schools for them. Amazing isn’t it? As children we spend our life trying to get away from schools then as parents we want to know everything about them!!

I want to get back into education as well and am looking at open university courses but I’ll tell you more another time.

So in other news in our house? My youngest boy is now playing football for the school. My middle girl is now going to dance lessons. oldest boy now in under 14’s team for his football club. eldest girl gaining confidence and letting go of some of her shyness (yay!). Munchkin (3yrs) can now write her 1st name (Double yay!!), and tell you what each letter is and its sound (triple yay!! ). we’re still working on her surname, she finds W hard! I finally got my new sewing machine, a computerized one and my super old one ( from before I was born) is now gone. Oh and our demon tumble dryer is gone and our new dryer does not have an underwear fetish like the old one!!

So that’s it from our house, for now. I haven’t been writing, no scrap that, I haven’t been finishing any poems that I start so none to upload. Hopefully I’ll finish at least 1 poem soon!

Well if you made it to the end, well done you! Hello? Hellooooo? OI! you! Yes you! Wake up!

Happy hugs to ALL of you. Hey! Remember it’s Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope you ALL have a happy huggable weekend full of special people and thoughts that make you smile.  🙂

Big smiles to you all, me.x.

.x.

 

Hello everyone! How are you all? I hope your all fantastic!!

I can’t believe the week is nearly over with already. My eldest girl started secondary school yesterday and she loved it! Typical me I cried and was thinking about her all day. My eldest boy is now in year 9 (and suddenly thinks he knows it all). And the other 3 aged 10yrs, 9yrs and 7yrs all started their new classes. Between yesterday and today I have been given enough letters and forms to fill a book! But, everyone is happy so its good.  🙂

I took Taylor to the doctor this week and his blood pressure has improved a little but, so the doctors say, not enough and still far to high for a child.  😦  I was hoping they were gonna say that before was a one off…. But no. One of the nurses asked if we had read anything about kidney problems in general and if we had read about transplants? She understood we weren’t at that stage yet (thankfully) but, it’s good to read about it so it gives us some idea. I asked her if she had ever been in a dialysis unit and she said no. I have and I would rather forget. Sick children hooked up to machines haunts you.

On a smiley note…. Taylor had a girl come up to him today and say she thought he was cute and could they sit together?

🙂

I can’t wait it’s nearly Friday and I’m only waiting for Friday as we are off to London early Saturday morning. YAY! Makes me feel like I’m 5!

Sunday is my eldest daughters birthday (12!) and in height she is catching me up I’m 5ft 5 and a half she is about 5ft 2 and my eldest boy is 5ft 4. I think my children are gonna be bigger than me! My eldest girl wants a diving course for her birthday, she absolutely adores swimming and is so confidant, so that’s what we are getting her, a diving course at stella scuba in Lincoln. It sounds fun but the other half is going with her, I think I would worry to much. She’s designed her cake, I just have to make it and as she is a budding chef and has a range of cooking utensils, odds and ends and a complete dinner set, she also has been wanting the magic bullet chopper thing so we got her that to and some clothes. This weekend is going to be Fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hope ALL of you at the other end of the wire are having a fantastic Thursday or Friday dependent on which side of the puddle your on. Happiest of hugs and extra hugs on top of that, Me.x.

.x.

My thoughts raw….

There is a song called Talk Show Host that is one of nearly 200 sitting on my HTC mobile phone. The start of it seems to have me figured out just right today. I can’t remember who it’s by without going to look and I’m not getting up right now. These are the words….

I want to

I want to be someone else or I’ll explode….

I spent last night tossing and turning as my mind struggled to come to terms with life, with the events of the day and the realisation that I can’t keep living in denial. I am not going to have perfect and, it’s about time I woke up and smelt the fucking coffee and accepted things are gonna happen sooner rather than later….

I’m going to start with a story of life and things that happened 11 odd years ago. I don’t usually do this, in fact most people that know us as a family have no idea that we live with a child who is ill. Yup the reason I’ve spent the last week stressing and the last 4 days living on apple juice is my son. I’m gonna write this down because maybe it will help me a little…. I hope…. Deep breath here goes….

My partner had been out of prison for just over a week when I fell pregnant, we’d been at it like rabbits and the obvious happened, it wasn’t planned but we were happy. We had 2 children and another child would be loved just as much. I always wanted a big family of my own.

I went for a dating scan and was about 12 weeks pregnant, the midwife at the hospital asked if I wanted the anomaly scan, you know the one they check for defects? I said yes but no to the triple test. I’m going to love a baby even if it has downs or other….

At about 18 weeks, I’m sitting in the waiting room oh so happy. My other half is sat in the car with our 2 children. I expected to be about 20 mins, if that. The midwife calls me through and after some questions, the radiographer puts the  scanner on my belly. I lay back and think about this little life inside of me that’s been ticking down it’s days so far till he joins me. I know what I’m carrying as well, believe me, I just know! I look at the radiographer and her smile is now a frown, she doesn’t look at me but says she will be back in a moment and the midwife goes with her to the other side of the curtain before coming back to me and this time sitting by my side.

Five minutes later the consultant comes in and he was my consultant with my second child so I know him. He smiles and yes, remembers me. Asks how I am and says that he wants a good look at my baby. This guy is great, he’s one of those no shit types and gives you the info you need, he speaks to you like a person and not a procession line. Like a friend and not his job. I have iron problems, and they get a lot worse in pregnancy. So I say hi and although I start picking up vibes, I tell myself to relax. I’m in good hands!

There are now the midwife(beside me), the radiographer and the consultant in the room. 1 hour later there are:- The midwife (holding my hand), the radiographer, the departments senior radiographer, my consultant, another consultant and their number 1. Their voices are hushed, my belly is starting to hurt from the scanner and then everyone leaves and another midwife sits with me for about 10 mins while I get myself de- jellied and straightened out.

My consultant comes back in with the original midwife and the other leaves. Before my consultant say a word, I say “Just tell me.” and so he looks at me and says “I’m sorry but your baby is very ill.”  ” Have seen this before and if you want a termination I will offer you one.” “If you want a second opinion, I will send you to the best place.” We talk for about another half hour and then I say refer me. And he does right there in front of me, an appointment for 4 days later at Nottingham Queens Medical Centre ( QMC ) University Hospital. The man I’m to see? Professor James.

I walk out to the car and then the tears start, through a mess I try to tell my partner.

After seeing Prof James and some tests later I am introduced to Dr. A Watson (now Prof A. Watson). He is fantastic and I owe both of them so much more than I can ever put into words….

My baby has this problem…. I will explain without medical terms as it’s easier for you, the reader, to understand….

In a boys penis is the tube that wee comes out of, at the top of the tube is 2 valves, like doors. You need a wee valves open you wee, bladder empty, valves close, wee stops. In my son, The valves don’t open properly, so the wee goes back up to the bladder, The bladder can only take so much before it says fuck you and sends it to the kidneys, and as everyone knows, kidneys make the waste get rid of it but, can’t take it back. It’s toxic. It damages the kidneys basically it kills them.

I will try to make this a little shorter here….

Most cases of this happening are found at about 20 weeks. By that time it is usually to late. (remember this is 11 years ago). I am 22 weeks and a lady and husband are sitting in the waiting room with me and my partner. She is 20 weeks exactly. Their baby has the same problem as ours. We discuss a little of our problems and see we are both going through the same but, she is coming for the big scan, I have already had that. Her and her husband walk in and 20 mins later, he walks out practically holding her up on auto pilot. Their first child and nothing can be done to save it, it’s to late.

I think of that woman often and in every decision I made while pregnant with my son I knew he was fighting to live and I had to give him that chance. I still think of that lady and hope she found happiness. I never did know her name….

So my child will have to have an operation while I am carrying him. They don’t do it often so I’m told and please could they video it? Yes of course as doctors need to learn. Please could junior docs and those in training come watch as they may never see it again? (That’s how rare it was done). They need this experience so yes ok. I am laying in a dark room, sedated my partner has my hand and people float, lots of people some standing on chairs to see better. They are  going to put something called a double pigtail through me, through my womb, through the amneotic sac, through my baby s skin and into him.

The double pigtail.

All I can remember is pain, I wont lie, it hurt, they said it would, and it did. It was done via ultra sound and with the longest needles I have ever seen. I still have the needle mark scars all over my belly.

They ended up doing this operation twice.

At 28 weeks his bladder could take no more and exploded. I felt it. We were on our way to the hospital when it happened and as soon as we walked in the door I said at reception something s happened I feel like my insides went bang. No waiting room straight through, and there on the screen my baby, his insides all black from urine that had nowhere else to go.

We are travelling from our home near the south border of Lincolnshire to Nottingham everyday. Its long and we often have to take our children. The stress we are all under is immense. On a friday I go in for another scan and Prof James isn’t there. I see his number 1 and lovely lady whose name I forget. She checks our son out and isn’t happy. She says she must call Prof James. Comes back and says can we come in on monday without our children? They are going to induce me our baby can’t fight no more.

The labour 5 hours of being so frightened…. The doctor telling me I had exactly 5 mins to push him out or they were cutting him out. His heartbeat disappearing and the room going into free fall as the doctor sticks a little cap thing on his head which they can now see to get a pulse…. Him being born with no fluid in the sac….His high pitched cry and the room breathing again…. The midwife crying ( with relief )…. Me and my partner getting a hello and a goodbye as he is taken to S.C.B.U.  The emptiness we are left with….

I can’t see him for 6 hours….

Looking back my partner was so strong through it all, he had to be I suppose for me because I couldn’t be. I’m so proud of him for standing where many would have crumbled. His inner strength leaves me in awe….

At 4 days old we are whisked to Nottingham City hospital by lights and sirens. My baby is yellow, is in renal failure and is dying and needs an operation to survive. The operation will take about 5 hours, He was 31 days early, and weighs just over 5lb. 9 hours later the ward doesn’t know what’s going on and the operating theatre has leave us alone to work written all over it. I start smoking again for the first time in 5 years, I’m here at the hospital on my own, my partner at home with our son and daughter.

That was the first of many operations to happen before he was a year old and he spent most of it in hospital. And had many more after that as well….

We never pushed him as he was growing up, not in any way, we were also soft on him when he was naughty, he’d been through so much. When he was 18 months old he started to walk and was always falling over. The GP. wouldn’t believe me that something was wrong and after me shouting and screaming in a packed surgery, sent me to a child s doctor at the hospital just to shut me up. I put Taylor down and said come to mummy, then looked at the doctor and said do you see anything? Yes. she said, I see him limping. FINALLY.

To make it short, after a lot of years countless operations, being told he was going to end up in a wheelchair. Taylor now has his hip and thigh metal plated by the absolutely fucking fantastic doctor Mr Hunter Nottingham hospital again. Top bloke, A shining star who didn’t give up.

Taylor only has one kidney that works and not very well. He is just over 10 and a half years old. his kidney function is deteriorating. its very large and is way under the 50 percent.

Yesterday we were at the hospital and he has high blood pressure, this is new, and not good, its being monitored and they are talking about more meds for that. He has also come home with 2 more meds, new ones. He has bladder control problems and bowl problems, he has social problems interacting with others because of all the time over the years in hospital  and missing school, play group and all those important things. He is a very bright but sometimes angry boy.

To look at him, you would think he was “normal”. He is more trouble than all my other children put together, I have 6 with my partner now. I have spent my life with Taylor so far in a kind of denial, denial that I keep thinking he will be ok, that no he wont need a transplant.

Yesterday and everything we were told brings “That day things change for the worse” a whole lot closer. It means I can’t just keep pretending that my 10 yr old bundle of trouble is normal….

I as a mum am supposed to protect my child, keep him safe and well…. While I carried him, I failed that, When he was a baby I failed that, even now I fail at it….Nobody will change my mind on this…. What happened to him while I was carrying him wasn’t my fault it was no ones. but that doesn’t change the way I feel….

He is boisterous, argumentative, funny, insightful, thoughtful, sensitive, naughty,challenging….

At school the teachers say he is one of the most polite, helpful children in his year….

He doesn’t make friends easily but everyone seems to know him….

And yet I can’t help but feel as a parent I am failing him, that even though I try real hard to do what’s right by him….

I’m afraid I’m just not trying hard enough….

 

 

“Ooooooh, I can’t quiet reach them.” Says the 13 year old standing on his tiptoes.

“You don’t need those, there are biscuits in the cupboard.” Says his mum.

The 13 year old sighs and suddenly looks so much younger instead of so much older than his 13 years. He looks through the biscuits in the cupboard. “But there are no jammie dodgers in here.” He says, taking 2 large cookies and stuffing nearly a whole one in his mouth pouting.

“How old are you?”  Asks his mom?

“2.” He says walking out the door with an impish grin on his face….

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Well “Hi!” and happy Sunday to you! How are you all? Fantastic I hope!! 🙂

It’s sunday again so it’s time for me to aimlessly write a post about…. well…. anything and everything!!

I spent friday night having very little sleep up reading a book and then reading another which I’m about half way through, so very tired, which, was made very obvious today at the market. My 3 yr old munchkin and I got back to the car first and as I had bought her an ice-cream, I sat her on the car bonnet so she could sit and eat. Feeling the gloriously warm sunshine ( we’ve had so much rain lately), My body wanted nothing more than the pleasure of sleep, while my mind,  tried it’s very hardest to concentrate on the munchkin sat next to me chattering away while eating ice-cream and, make my mouth work words in answers to her questions. Poor brain I do believe I have started to take it for granted, and I’m sure I can see my subconscious standing there with her hands on her hips like some washer woman waggling her finger at me saying “Don’t you think it’s time you started taking care of yourself? Oh yes, I forgot. Don’t know how to think do you!!” Evil subconscious!!  😉

The rest of today passes in a mindless blur of cleaning, washing, clothes folding, talking, playing with my children and cooking. which leads me to the incident with the balloon….

My eldest daughter went to her yr 6 school leavers disco on friday and bought a helium balloon home. On saturday she wrote MUM on it and declared it mine as she was sick of the munchkin trying to claim it. Now I understand where the munchkin is coming from…. A helium balloon is a magical mysterious thing, how does it go “up” all by its self? it seems to have a will of its own, why does it fly? The munchkin is mystified by this and, thinks that the best thing is to play with the magical friend balloon.

Today we give in and munchkin has spent the afternoon playing with balloon. Every time she lets go, balloon flies to the ceiling and then she stands on her play table and gets balloon down again. All of this is ok until the ribbon holding balloon comes free. Balloon now sits on the ceiling out of her and my reach. I stand on the edge of the settee and ask 13 yr old to just old my hand so I can stretch out enough to reach it. 13 yr old first says no then when I am distracted by over reaching his tickles me laughing his head off! As I fall off the settee he jumps on to it and not being tall enough, jumps to grab balloon, missing and sending balloon across the room towards the computer. Not to be outdone he climbs on to the computer chair, a leather swivel chair, can you guess what’s gonna happen?

Yup he jumps….

13 yr old does the biggest jump he can to get balloon and the computer chair leg snaps, 13 yr old goes flying on to me and knocks me over, we both jump up and all I can do is pee myself with laughter at the broken chair leg. His dad is gonna go absolutely mad and will throw an almighty paddy when he finds out. But 13 yr old has an idea! He gets his dads extra strong industrial tape and winds it around the broken leg. when all done it is sit-on-able again. He looks at me as if to say job done!! and says “don’t worry mum, dad won’t notice!”

So the question now is when will he notice? When he does, both 13 yr old and I will deny knowing anything about it as we secretly smile!  🙂

Well I hope the rest of your sunday is fantastic and, I wish you all luck and hugs for the coming week. Off to my sisters for the day tomorrow, she lives 75 miles away, I can’t wait, miss her loads!!!!!!!

Wow I do believe this is the most I have ever wrote on here!

Happy hugs all.x.

So true….

Do you dream….?

.x.

~ Bedtime Story…. ~

At bed time I often make something up for my children, a poem, a story, something. I’m sharing this little one with you all. It’s not the best, far from it but, they liked it.

I dream’t  of my aunt

she wanted a kiss,

I gave a big shudder

I wish I could miss,

Walking on a chessboard

I stood beside a knight,

The air around him deadly

imagine my sheer fright,

So scared I ran

across the board,

A battle around me

as each side fought and scored,

Stepping through the shrubbery

I entered a hollow clearing,

And then a deafening noise

just what could I be hearing,

A giant bird swooped down

it’s talons all bright red,

Shouting I awoke

as I tumbled out of bed,

I thundered down the hallway

into my parents room,

Dad snoring my mom sleeping

as I looked into the gloom,

I heard a creak in the hall and scrambled

over my dads feet,

Up beside my mom

and with a warm hug she did greet,

Just as I was feeling safe

I felt something creeping up my thigh,

And as I was….

….about to shriek….

mom said “Anthony! Your scaring your brother…. Why?”

.

.

.

As my boys like to play tricks and scare one another this gives giggles and the phrases “Yeah and it was me that scared you!” “You just wait till your asleep, I’m gonna get you”. And others. Followed by more laughter.  🙂

.x.

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