(Singing) "I got the kids to bed by 8pm, yeah yeah, Shimmy shimmy, go me." (Circles around the kitchen, shaking an almost six month bump that looks about ready to reveal another baby who will kindly gift me more grey hair. Not at all attractive).
We've been too relaxed in the holidays on the bedtime front but the Prince starts school tomorrow......don't, I shudder just thinking about it. I shall be the one in black, weeping behind Jackie O glasses. He and I have a lot of fun.
He drives me nuts when he hits me with his light sabre ("oh it wasn't ME, Mum, it was Darth Vader") and shares a bath with me before announcing he is doing a massive wee. But he is wonderful and I am blessed. He is also besotted with his big sister.
Everything she does:
He does:
He walked into our bedroom this morning and climbed in for a big hug with the Husband and I. Then he told us that he loved us "too much", and then trotted merrily into the Princess's room to cuddle her. "What do you want, pea brain?" she growled and crawled back into her pit. Such a tweenie already.
But away from my watchful eye, she hugs him, does his hair, tells him they are best friends and is his greatest protector. I sometimes wonder where on earth the third baby will fit into all this chaos and love.
She's loved him really (even though she often pretends she doesn't) from the very second she first clapped eyes on him.
| Yep, my legs were still akimbo...the midwife had just done some...ahem...embroidery. |
| See? Besotted...(or knackered from his incessant crying) |
Anyway, I put the Princess to bed tonight and read her a chapter of St Clare's by Enid Blyton (we love all the boarding school tales) and she asked that frustrating question, you know, the night before she goes back to school from a six week summer holiday: "Mum, will you text some of the other mums to see if they know whether there was any homework?"
Gah!!!! I have no more to give. I am exhausted. As if I'd start looking into that at 8pm tonight.
Anyway, onto other things. On a totally different tangent, I have passed three cool vans recently which amused me. One was an ironing service called De-Pressed (genius), one was for a tattoo parlour called Pimp My Hide and then I actually had the camera when we passed this one.
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| Great name. Wonder if the boss is Mick Wagger........sorry. |
Talking about Pimp My Hide, I have completed Project Pimp My Shed. Actually I must confess, it was a joint effort between me and my bearded beauty the Husband.
| Before (obviously. Imagine if this was "After"!!!!) |
| My little falling down rickety beach hut. LOVE! |
Anyway on another tangent, I have found a cool shop full of treasures, namely Ladybird books. I shall blog about them next time.
In the meantime, I shall leave you with these. The kids stole my camera. They are SO mindless.
Back with a new post after school.......I shall be a wreck tomorrow morning. :-( #mustmanup



