Three day blues…

The sun shone so brightly today.
In the Winter sunshine the voices of the children’s choir lifted into the blue sky.
So blue and clear that I felt I could whisper my thoughts upwards and they would evaporate into organza swirls of white, consumed by the vastness of the day.
I am tired today and I can’t seem […]

Gluten free goodness.

Nelson: (white dog of minimal intelligence) ”Help me, Linus, I can’t see! Someone… anybody?”
Linus:(black dog, of equal or less intelligence) ”Ah, ya wasteoid, ya tweeker, you’ve been dropping gluten free biscuits again, haven’t ya?”
Nelson: “No! It’s not what you think! I tripped and fell into the box!”
 
Don’t worry animal lovers, no dogs were harmed in the making […]

Crazier still.

I got a haircut.
Me.
Hairdresser phobic me.
What is it with all those mirrors, anyway?
Why are there so many of the damn things?
While we are on the subject, why do hairdressers ask what type of cut we want? I never went to haircutting school. I don’t know anything about layers or razoring or anything much more than ‘a […]

Starstruck.

Imogen and Madeline are both slaves to the performing arts.
Much like I was in my younger years. Oh yes, my friends, I was not always The Old Woman Who Lived In The Shoe, I used to love all things thespian, as my mother will proudly tell anyone who will listen. I sang and danced and […]

I’ll have the house salad, thanks.

Take one Mummy, confine her to the laundry.
Get into her ribbon stash (that another chef has neglected to pack away) and pull Every. Single. Ribbon from its roll and call it ‘pasta’.
Take scrapbooking cardboard flowers (hundreds of the little suckers) from the back room, sprinkle a few into the ‘bowl’ you have aquired from the […]

All this and then…

Ivy made it through the night but left in the wake of a sleepless, sick child, is her mother, who feels barely a human, let alone a human capable of looking after many.
My washing machine ( a most valuable tool in a house of nine) decided to break, as if in sympathy for my broken […]

So not cool.

We had soccer today and like every weekend when we have a home game, Imogen and Madeline asked if they could take Ivy and Noah to the park.
Usually, I say ‘no’.
I can’t see the park from the field and besides that, I like everyone to stay together, to cheer the boy on, you know.
Today, I […]

In Noah’s world.

The boy’s nose is running and his eyes are red and scratchy.
He comes into our room and snuggles down.
He cups my face and says… ” You kiss it better, Mummy”.
“Awwww”, I soothe, “Do you have a cold?”
He considers this for a minute, considers his surroundings and the fact that he is snuggled up in the […]

It’s hard to be angry when…

He climbs onto the bed, looking for me to read him a book but then changes direction when he discovers his father is home.
I put my hands out to him but he refuses…
“No, Mummy, you not read the book, Daddy read it”.
David and I have been having a ‘heated discussion’, so this obvious favouritism erks […]

I’m not hip with that.

My almost twelve year old twins have just come home and announced to me that they are going out with two equally hormonal, prepubescent boys.
Best friends.
Boys.
Double dating my girls.
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Boy germs.
It wasn’t that long ago that we used to tease each other about boy germs if an offending species of the male variety brushed up against […]