That awkward moment when you move house and break your ankle

Ok, so I know it's been AGES since I last posted - like, 6 weeks or something. So very, very slack of me.

So I guess I better update you all on what's been happening with all of us.....

We got the house we applied for which I mentioned in my last post.  So very thrilled!  But of course, then the craziness of packing and moving ensued.  We did the move ourselves with my Dad driving the rental truck down to Melbourne.  As fate would have it, it poured with rain on the day we moved out of our house. Never want to do that again!  The drive down was uneventful and the kids were well behaved - I wasn't sure how they'd go with it all as they'd never been on such a long road-trip before but they handled it very well.

We arrived in Melbourne, went to the real estate agent and signed our lease and picked up the keys and spent the rest of the day unloading all our worldly possessions with the help of some very dear friends who were so very kind to help us out.

The day went well and smoothly.  One of my friends offered us a lounge-suite to us for FREE - can't say no to a freebie so my Dad and I went out to her house (about an hour away) late that afternoon with the truck to pick it up.

I picked up a couple of the lounge cushions to take them out to the truck and soon learnt a very valuable lesson....uneven ground plus thousands of dropped gumnuts plus a pair of thongs makes for a very painful fall.

Yep, I slipped and in the process dislocated and broke my right ankle.....just what I fucking needed.

The ambulance was called, the green whistle was administered and my dear friend had the great idea of taking a pic of me too (God love her - when I saw the pic on FB it made me laugh so much, but that could have been the morphine LOL).

I won't bore you with all the hospital details but to cut a long story short, I fell on the Thursday night, I had the operation to put in a couple of plates and oodles of screws on my ankle on Monday afternoon and I was home on the Tuesday.

Open cast and big bag of ice to keep the swelling down in the days before they operated

I find this really cool and fascinating and then I start freaking out about how there's half a hardware store in my leg

So then I was hobbling around on crutches which I haven't done since I was 5 when I broke my leg and I reckon it sucks a whole lot more than it did back then. I hate the bastards, so now I'm using my desk chair as a makeshift wheelchair while I scoot around the house (thank God for tiles!). I've also got an old lady stool for the shower and a toilet frame around the loo - so lovely *sigh*.

But I've been taking it all in my stride. The Husband is still home with us all and helping out heaps and some dear friends have been helping out and visiting me too so I don't go too insane.  The kids have been great and Master 8 has been really awesome at being my little helper.

Thanks to my amazing amount of clumsiness I've also been given a new nickname.  "Marti" doesn't quite cut it anymore so I've now been dubbed "Gutter Girl" which I think is hilarious. Hey, that's what friends are for LOL.

I had a hospital appointment on Wednesday to have the old cast removed, stitches taken out and a new cast put in in whichever colour I wanted.....so of course I chose purple....

Quite comfy and stylish and functional, yes?

So, in a nutshell, that's what has been going on with all of us lately....great timing of course. I'll fill you all in with some more details in further posts over the next couple of weeks.

If you've ever had a stupid stack or broken something I'd love for you to share it - so I don't feel so vertically challenged!!

It's on like Donkey Kong!

So I did a mad trip down to Melbourne on Friday to look at houses for our move. I flew back home on Saturday night and I was absolutely knackered!!!  I saw so many houses I've lost count.  But we've got an application in for a place that would be perfect for us - so fingers crossed!!

Going back down to Melbourne only reaffirmed why we think it's a great idea....

1.  It just looks so much nicer than Sydney

2.  The roads "work" there and actually look like they've been laid out with some foresight in mind.

3.  Most main roads are 80kph - as they should be in Sydney, but are not.

4.  The people are lovely and very welcoming (except for one property manager I met who was "one of those" who are totally full of their own self-importance - I haven't applied for that property out of principle).

5.  The airport is easier to figure out than Sydney's airport.

6.  The houses are just so much cheaper!!

7.  What can I say? I just love it down there.

I can't wait until we're there. We're starting countdown mode with ONE MONTH exactly until our move.

Bring it on!!!

The weekend wrap-up

Ok, so I didn't post on Friday.  It was a crazy day where I was desperately trying not to pick my fingernails off one by one in my anxiousness of meeting my big boss.

I'm happy to say though, I SURVIVED!!!  She was lovely and it was fantastic to meet her.  There's now some great ideas floating around for Birth and we're hoping they can make it an even better place than it already is :).



Saturday - The Husband took the kids off to the School Fete for a short time where they loaded up on lollies and showbags and then he brought them home and dumped them on me to deal with the sugar-induced hyperactivity.  We also got changed around the sleeping arrangements and I finally have my bedroom back!!!

So Miss 3 and Master 22mths are sharing a room, and Master 8 and Miss 6mths are sharing a room.  They're kinda shoe-horned in there, but it will do for now until we move at the end of next month.

Because of the move around, Miss 6mths is now in a cot - finally!!  She took to it really well. This week's plan is to start on Operation Un-Wrap.  Fingers crossed it goes well.

Saturday night - THE SWANS WON!!!!!!!!!!!  (Can't say I feel quite as confident for this Friday's game against Hawthorn - but I'll be waving my flag anyway!!)

Sunday - The kids and I spent the day with my parents while The Husband stayed home and studied for his Big Test at TAFE tonight.



All in all, a quiet weekend for us.  Trying to enjoy it while I can, because it's usually around this time of year that our weekends get REALLY busy.

How was your weekend? Do anything interesting?

Putting it in perspective

Sometimes life might get you down. You fall down, feel like shit and can't get back up again.

Well from now on, when I feel like that, I'm gonna look at this guy. Just to remember that I haven't got it so bad after all.

Borrowed from a friend's FB :)

If you have to watch a vlog....make it this one!

So I've done another vagina log.

And no, it's really not as important as I've made it out to be....but heck, just watch it anyway, will ya?

You just gotta love those freeze-frames, don't you?  Sheesh!!




NB: To those I know in real life, don't freak out, the christening is not this week... it will be early October, but I'm organising it this week, so don't get all huffy thinking I didn't invite you :).

Things I know - I used to be hot, once

I used to be totally smokin' hot, once upon a time.

And then I had children.

I know my vajayjay will never, ever be the same again. I think I need to call these guys and make an appointment.

I know that giving birth and going through the challenges of raising children, has given me an even more filthy mouth than I did before.

Maybe not, but fuck it, I don't give a shit.

I know that my ass is now pushing for its own postcode.

I know that since breastfeeding my boobs are now following the laws of gravity a little too closely.

And I know that I have about another 15-20 years of lack of sleep ahead of me and these bags under my eyes will soon be a permanent feature of my face.

I found this when searching for remedies for baggy eyes....WTF????

I'm linking up with Shae from Yay For Home! for Things I Know.  Check out the link to see what everyone else knows this week!

Brain Dump

I've got so much stuff floating through my head right now!!! ARGH!!!!!

The Husband is struggling with his boss at work who's making his life difficult and being a general pain in the ass.

We're supposed to be moving to Melbourne soon and we still don't have a set date from The Husband's work.  They can't decide when they want him to go.  We really want to go down there but now we're not sure whether to keep waiting it out or just leave and The Husband gets a new job down there.

We're still trying to save money for our move but things keep popping up that need our money NOW.

We're trying to sell our car that's sitting idle and unregistered. People keep saying they want to come look at it and then never show up. I just want her gone!

Any one want to buy a car??? Please????

I've just been asked to come to a work meeting next week and it's something I can't really get out of, but I have no idea who I'm going to get to look after the kids.

Also work-related, there's a lot of pressure at the moment to "make things better" and I just don't know how I'm going to do that.

Master 8 told me at the last minute (read: in the car on the way to school this morning) that today they had to dress up for Book Week.  So I turned the car around, went home and made him wear mufti clothes. We were late for school so I had to lug everyone in to the office to sign him in.

Miss 3 is acting out something shocking at the moment.  Sneaking food away and then lying about it. She bashed Master 8 up with a plastic chair yesterday and scrunched up his homework. I just don't know what to do with her.

Master 22mths is starting to get really whingy and I don't know why.

Miss nearly-6mths is starting to teethe but there's no teeth showing yet, but she's carrying on like a little pork chop.

We've got a skip bin in my driveway that forces me to park down the bottom of the hill and lugging everyone up and down to the car and back is doing my head in. It isn't going until Saturday.

My car insurance is due - enough said.

I need to go out again because I'm about to run out of nappies for Master 22mths.

I found a hole in the back of my pants and my undies are showing.


Miss nearly-6mths is still sleeping in my room and I'm really starting to hate it.  She's too big for the bassinette but I have no room for her cot and I just don't know what I'm going to do with her.


I had no idea what I was going to blog about today and this was the only thing I could do - and I know it's totally lame and no-one is going to care about all the crap that's going on in my head.




I think that's it, for now......

Wordless Wednesday....Serenity NOW!

Miss 3 has already totally trashed the playroom I spent all weekend cleaning

I broke a nail cleaning it up again

Something has died in my fridge (and it's not last night's lasagne) so guess what else I have to clean today?

But it's all ok because I'm escaping outside for a while to drink this.

I'm linking up with Trish at My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday.  Her pic today is totally awesome and would go so well with my coffee right now.  Make sure you head on over to see all the other fabulous pics this week.

A letter to my Dad....

Dear Dad

So it's Fathers Day this Sunday and I thought I'd take this opportunity to pay a bit of a tribute to you. Not that you'll ever see this, but I'd like to get it down on paper, so to speak.

Dad, I'd be lying if I said our relationship wasn't a sometimes rocky one.  We go from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows.  Something to do with the fact that we're so damn similar in personalities - we either get on great, or fight like mad.  It's our stubborn streak that proves our undoing.

I remember you, when I was a kid, as someone to be loved but I was also sometimes scared of you.  But I don't hold any ill-will over that. You were just doing the best you could - like we all do.

We used to have some great times together. Like when I would help you work on our cars handing you spanners and sockets when you needed them. You taught me so much about cars and how they work, stuff that I still know today and has proved invaluable.  You also passed on your love of Holdens to me and I love that we can sit together and watch Bathurst together every year and bag Fords out to our heart's content (much to The Husband's dismay who sadly, is a Ford fan).

I used to love going to work with you during my school holidays. You were a delivery driver and would start your days at 4am delivering crumpets to supermarkets. We'd sit in the van together and sing along to the radio.  Then we'd stop at a park for morning tea where you'd crack open your thermos to have a cuppa and I'd eat the lollypop you'd just bought me as a treat.  Those were really good times.

I remember how you used to pick me up from primary school in a royal blue tracksuit with the white stripes on the side - the jacket and the pants - and I used to think you were so daggy. I used to wish you wouldn't come to the gate to collect me because I felt embarrassed. Especially if you were still wearing your slippers too.

Dad, you've always been a really good speaker and people often asked you to do speeches at weddings and different functions.  You were always really nervous and you'd have a few drinks (or more) to settle your nerves, but you always came good and did an awesome job (even if you were wearing a bad tie).

One thing I've always loved about you Dad, is how you always make two cups of coffee for yourself at the one time so you don't have to get up to make another one when the first one runs out. And yes, it's cold, but you drink it anyway.  Maybe that's where I got my laziness from.  But you're one heck of an ideas man Dad.

We had a doozy of a fight once, in the car, when you picked me up one day in my final year of high school. I'd had my shirt signed by all my friends and you hit the roof. Even though I was never going to wear the shirt again you went on and on about how it was defacing something that wasn't mine....I still don't get your point Dad, but I remember how bad the fight was. That wasn't a good day - and something I think neither of us are that proud of.

I also remember how you dyed your hair and MOUSTACHE brown to go to my school formal because you wanted to hide the grey hairs.  OMG, you looked hilarious. I have a photo of it somewhere, but be darned if I could find it.  I wish I could - you would laugh so much at how silly you looked.  But I love how you did that for me - you wanted to look good for me in front of my friends.

I remember how tickled pink you were when I met The Husband and how you thought he was completely normal and a great guy and you both liked the same things and all that.  I think you would have married him if you could.  Now, he wasn't as normal as you might have thought (but he is totally great) but you both got on famously - and still do.  It's true what they say, that girls pick guys just like their dads.  Well, it's true for me anyway.

I don't think I've ever seen you look as proud as you did the day The Husband and I got married. And you looked so dapper in your suit.

In 2002 when you had your stroke, my God, that was one of the scariest times of my life. And when you had surgery to clear a blockage in your carotid artery and I saw you afterwards in ICU with tubes coming out of you everywhere....I cried and cried. I so didn't want to lose you. And I didn't. You came good and were home soon after.  You still show everyone the scar on your neck - like it's something to be proud of. In a way it is. It's because of that stroke and subsequent surgery that you quit smoking. Something I thought you'd never do. I'm so proud of you for doing that - and doing it so easily.

I thought I was going to lose you again when you were diagnosed with kidney cancer a few years later.  But you had more surgery to remove most of the dodgy kidney and this year you were given the all clear.  My relief was huge.

But your true shining moments have been when you're with my kids. Your grandchildren.  When Master 8 was born, you couldn't get the smile off your face. And you've been an amazing Grandad to them all.  You used to look after Master 8 every day when I went back to work - not many Grandads would be happy to do that on their own every day, but you did. And you rocked it.

The kids love and adore you and you know what?  So do I - to have you be such an awesome Grandad to them means the world to me.

I love you, Dad xxx

Things I know - A peek into 1986

Inspired by a friend's recent blog post 1986, I've decided to give you all a peek into my 1986....

I know that in 1986 I turned 9 years old.

I know that my parents didn't buy me one of these, no matter how much I begged.

I know that I lived in a suburb of this council area

I know that I lived right next door to a park that had this in the middle of it. My friends from next door and I would sit in there all the time and look at all the rude words and penis pictures that were scratched into the wooden benches and we would giggle soooo much.

I know that my Mum used to drive me around in this, it was even the same colour

I know that I loved this girl's music a whole lot, much to my mother's displeasure

I know that I went to school here. And when I drove past it recently on a little nostalgia trip I now know that it looks NOTHING like it used to.

I know that I was at that awkward stage of my life where my front teeth would have looked better in a rabbit's mouth than mine.

I know that I had a crappy costume for Book Week but I got a certificate anyway. And I loved it because it was so pretty.

I know that I went on a trip with my Mum and people from my school's parish church to see this guy celebrate Mass at Randwick Racecourse.

I also know that I was becoming painfully aware that I wasn't like the other people I went to school with. They had "money" (maybe not quite Mosman money, but money nonetheless).  We didn't have money and it was starting to feel really awkward when my friends had the best of everything; great toys, two storey houses, birthday parties every year.

I didn't have those things.

But I KNOW I don't regret that. My parents did their absolute best to give me the best childhood they could.  And they succeeded.

I'm linking up with Shae at Yay for Home for Things I Know. Head on over to check out what everyone knows this week :).

This is, quite possibly, the smartest thing I've ever done.....or the stupidest

With a family of 4 kids and 2 adults, I'm sure you can imagine just how much laundry we have each week, day, hour.  Especially when:

• Master 8 changes his clothes, on average, 3 times a day - even when he's not at school.
• Miss 3 still has the odd toileting accident so you can say at least 2 changes a day.
• Master 21mths wets through his nappies every night so everything is soaked by morning.
• Miss 5mths has pooplosions or upchucks requiring a full outfit change several times a day.
• The Husband has work clothes from hell, he has no beliefs in "rags" and uses his pants to wipe EVERYTHING off his hands and he changes his socks a few times each day thanks to his ranky feet (I still love ya hun xx)
• Me - I'm normal.

The washing is NEVERENDING and I hate it with a passion. Actually, I don't mind the washing part since I have a machine that does it for me.  But hanging it out - blah. So I don't - I use my dryer. And yeah I know, I'm killing the earth and all that, but I'm a lazy shit and it's just not going to change any time soon.

But the absolute worst part is putting everything away.  I'd pull the clean, dry clothes out of the dryer and pile them up on the laundry floor until I had a Mount Foldmore that even Sir Edmund Hillary wouldn't have been able to conquer. Take THAT Everest!!!

Yes I know it's blurry, that's because I was in the process of fainting from the shock of looking at it.

That there is a week's worth of washing. Sickening, isn't it?

So every day I'd battle the pile trying to find a school sock or pair of undies and I'd swear my head off when I couldn't find anything and then the pile would fall over and I'd swear some more as I'd stack it all back up again in some sort of precarious lump that would threaten to topple again at any moment.

And then I had a brainwave.  And it was fucking brilliant.

BEHOLD - MY NEW LAUNDRY SYSTEM!!!

Everyone's clothes are sorted into the applicable basket....one for Master 8 and Miss 3, one for Master 21mths and Miss 5mths, one for me and one for The Husband. And what's the best thing?  When Master 8 used to say "I can't find my jacket" - NO MORE!!!  He knows exactly which basket he needs to look in. Miss 3 can find her own undies and clean pants when she has an accident....this fulfils my lazy-ass tendencies perfectly!!!  And then every couple of weeks, I lug the overflowing basket into their bedroom and put it all away.

FUCKING BRILLIANT!!!  I AM SO SMART! I AM SO SMART!

But the stupid part?

I paid $100 on new laundry baskets.  100 DOLLARS!!!  I cannot believe I preferred to spend $100 on baskets over getting off my fat ass and putting clothes away every day.  I didn't tell The Husband I spent $100 on these baskets - I told him they were $10 each.  He thought my idea and tight-assed-ness was fantastic. I think he'd drop dead if I told him they were actually $25 each.

And when I bought them, I didn't even blink an eye - just loaded them up in my trolley and went up to the checkout.

So, am I the most smartest person ever - or still just a lazy shit?

The Husband saved my soul

I didn't post yesterday.  I wanted to, but I couldn't.

See, if I did, what you would have been reading could have been similar to a suicide note.

I'm not in a good place right now.

And I did write a note. Maybe not a suicide note, although "those" thoughts have been plaguing my head for days. But I wrote a note to my husband - of all the blackness and heart-aches that have been churning in my head - the things I couldn't say out loud to him for fear of ridicule.

I don't know why I thought he'd do that.  I have a constant fear that people will not like me or what I have to say.  That they will call me irrational and that I'm crazy.  So I thought he would too.  I wrote it all down and told him to read it far away from me so I wouldn't have to see the disappointment in his face.

The disappointment that I'm not the woman he thought I was....that I'm not the strong one....the level-headed one.  I'm the one who is cracked and broken.

I won't go into details - not that I want to keep it secret from you but I just don't know if I can put words like that down again.  But The Husband read my note and he did just what I wanted him to do.....he hugged me and told me that everything would be ok.

Sure, we talked more but the end result is that he loves me, and my children love me and even though I'm still in a VERY deep hole - I can see a tiny little pin-prick of light when I look up. Bit by bit that pin-prick of light is getting a little bit bigger.

One day soon, I will emerge. Until then, I will rely on my husband to soothe my soul when I cannot. I will work my way through this with his love and support.  He may have to carry me for a while but he is strong and he is able.

And I love him with every part of my being.

Things I know - The Bogan Edition

I know I'm a bogan because I wear ugg boots - EVERYWHERE.

I know I'm a bogan because I don't buy real ugg boots but I do buy the cheap $15 ones from BigW.

I know I'm a bogan because I love Holden Commodores.

I know I'm a bogan because I've owned 3 Commodores and they've all had a sports exhaust.

I know I'm a bogan because I grew up in Western Sydney. It's the default option - no choice there.

I know I'm a bogan because I'd rather live in Blacktown instead of "some-North-Shore-area-I-never-go-to".

I know I'm a bogan because I swear like a trucker and I actually think being a trucker would be a pretty cool career.

I know I'm a bogan because I'd rather go to the drags than an arts and craft market.

I know I'm a bogan because I don't eat jus or reductions, but I do eat sauce and gravy.

I know I'm a bogan because I like listening to heavy metal music and I think guys in boy bands are too soft.

I know I'm a bogan because I can strip down a carburettor and put it back together but I can't figure out how to wear a scarf nicely without looking like a try-hard dick.

I know I'm a bogan because I think burnouts are awesome. Unfortunately the MILF-mobile doesn't bag them up that well (I've tried).

Today I'm linking up with Yay for Home!'s Things I Know :) Make sure you check it out!!

The day a mouse made me cry

There's a mouse plague at the moment - all over the damn country - including my house.  We have been battling them for months. We think we've got them all, and then - scurry scurry scurry - the little furry bastards are back again.

Kate from Picklebums has been battling them too. Read about her dilemma of a hiding dead mouse. (And make sure you check out her blog while you're there because it's all kinds of awesome fun.)

I feel her pain.  We've finally managed to eradicate most of the hairy little blighters with baits - under the house and some very well hidden in the house.  What The Husband failed to think about was what if the mice died while still in the house because they couldn't find a way out?  So now I find dead mice all over the place - OMG, I'm going to vomit. Well, it's not like it's a carpet of dead mice, but the odd one here and there and they totally freak me out because BANG!! there they are, sitting there, dead, when you least expect it.  Thank goodness Master 8 has no qualms about removing them if The Husband isn't around.

But I have one small problem.

The last 2 nights, I've seen a very teeny tiny baby mouse running/hopping across my loungeroom floor.  And I mean TINY - its body is about an inch long.

And I felt so awful.  We've killed this poor little baby's Mummy and brothers & sisters and now it has to go out on it's own to find food.

I told The Husband how bad I felt and he laughed at me.  He doesn't get the whole "mummy-guilt" concept. When I said to him, "imagine if we'd been killed off and our babies had to go out on their own to try and survive", he knew I'd truly lost the plot.

Maybe I have?  Should I care about a silly little baby mouse?  I mean, it's just a rodent - but I'm sure even rodents have feelings.  I wonder how it felt when it's Mum left one day for food and never came back?  Crap, now I'm going to cry again.

The Husband wants to set the traps/bait again, but I feel so bad.  Would you?

My parenting - My way

Take a step into any parenting forum online and you'll soon see, quite clearly, how parenting can vary between one person and the next.

Take a step into any parenting forum online and you'll soon see how some women will attack other's for their parenting choices.

I've seen it so many times I've lost count. And it never fails to make me sick when I see mums being attacked for the way they parent their own children.

In my own experiences, these often come from the so-called "alternative" parents (I'm not saying "all", I have some very good "natural parenting" mums I consider good friends).

But while they are a small group, they have a very loud voice and are always quick to state their opinion LOUD and CLEAR.

It starts from pregnancy and never stops.....

"What? You're seeing an obstetrician? Don't you KNOW all they want to do is slice you up and take your money?

"You're having a c-section? Don't you KNOW there is absolutely NO REASON why you can't give birth naturally? Tell your OB to stick it."

"You're having an epidural?  Don't you KNOW the risks involved? How that one injection will start a cascade of intervention ending with an emergency c-section?"

"You chose to bottle-feed your baby?  How could you be so selfish to deny your baby such an important thing like breastmilk?"

"You're using disposable nappies? My god, think of the environment! Do you not care about your children's future?"

"You're doing controlled crying? Don't you KNOW your child will be scarred for life and will forever have abandonment issues?

"You're baby doesn't sleep in your bed?  Don't you CARE that your baby wants you near you?"


Honestly, I could go on and on.

These are just a few of the things I've heard over the years - along with one friend being told her child will be obese because he was bottle-fed and another mum being told her child will become a mentally mal-adjusted serial killer because her bub was born by c-section.

Pathetic really.

Why do women do this to each other?  I could not give a RAT'S ASS how a baby got here, what they were fed, where they slept or what type of nappy is on their bum.  All I care about is whether that baby is loved.  And they always are - most wholeheartedly.

I don't support the methods of parenting - I support the parents that are using those methods and if it works for them, even if it's different from what I do with my own children, then GOOD ON THEM.

Why some have to belittle other's choices is COMPLETELY beyond me. Do they ever think of the harm they could be causing?  I would never in A MILLION YEARS tell a women to disregard what their doctor told them!! Yeah yeah, I know, a woman's body was designed to give birth and we've been doing it since the dawn of time.

A lot of women have fucking died giving birth since the dawn of time. Funny how that never seems come up though - selective memories I think.

I would loved to have homebirthed, but part of me felt safer in a hospital - so fucking shoot me - that somehow makes me a lesser parent, because I cared enough that I wanted me and my baby/ies to be safe?

I would loved to have breastfed my children for longer than I did, but I couldn't. It's not that I didn't want to, I just couldn't. So stop making me feel even more shit than I already do.

I don't like my kids sleeping in my bed because I can't sleep when they're in it.  And I value my sleep. Call me selfish - whatever.  I need sleep in order to function so I don't run us off the road the next day when I fall asleep while driving.

I use dummies, I use disposable nappies, sometimes I yell and sometimes my kids get a smack. I don't care what anyone else thinks about what I do - I just know what works for us and what keeps me reasonably sane each day.  If you gave birth under a tree, breastfed, carried your baby in a sling for all hours of the day and slept in the same bed, well then good for you - glad your happy. Doesn't mean I'm a shittier parent then you.

The end result is that we love our kids more than anything. So what if the method is different?

I'd be interested to hear your thoughts.

Things I know - My Top 10

For the first time (yay!) I'm linking up with "Things I Know" at Yay For Home!

So this week I'm sharing my Top 10 Things I Know:

1.  If I clean the house, the kids will mess it up again.

2.  If I sit down, I'll have to get up again as soon as I sit because someone will want me to do something (and if I don't they will whinge at me until I do).


3.  If I take a nap I will wake up more tired than I was before I napped.


4.  If I go shopping I will buy something I didn't mean to and I'll forget to buy what I actually went there for.


5.  If I eat a biscuit the vultures kids will want one too.

6.  If I tell The Husband my period is finished he will hit me up for some action that night (cause he's such a saint for going a week without it).


7.  If I make a yummy dinner that doesn't involve nuggets or chips then Miss 3 won't eat it.


8.  If I say a swear word the Master 8 will make me put money in the swear jar.  (I've already filled it once all on my own *shame*)

9.  If I knit something I drop so many stitches that I have to start again.


10.  If I buy a toy for Master 21mths it will be so loud and annoying that I have to take the batteries out before I put it through a wall.

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