Wednesday 25 January 2012

Beach Babe..?!

As the impending doom washes over me, I start to panic as the realisation that we are going on our first family holiday this year hits home.. Not because we are going abroad, not because we are going on an aeroplane and our lives hang in the balance of the pilot, nor the 2 hour car journey to the airport with a baby that doesn't travel well.. oh no something far worse!

I WILL ACTUALLY HAVE TO BARE ALL IN A SWIMMING COSTUME!

Long gone are my bikini days but still.. me.. in a.. swimming costume *gulps*

So this is it, my new years resolution of losing a stone and a half - which by the way I have made no attempt to fulfill thus far - has now got to be swung into action pretty damn quickly!

I swear as I am writing this I can hear the bar of aero calling me, taunting me from the cupboard *covers ears*

Its been too long, I have eaten pretty much what I please for just over a year (since falling pregnant, my daughter is now 4 months). I'm not as big as I probably think but for me I am the biggest I've ever been in my entire life.. I have nightmares that people will start shouting "beeeeached" as I walk along the sand whilst trying to throw me back in HAHA but no, all jokes aside now is the time to put down the doughnut, stop eating the copious amounts of cheese - cheese, I love cheese, all cheeses, smellier the better - chocolate & cake (we have finally finished, sorry I have finally finished the Christmas cake) as I have no more excuses, I have 4 months to reach my goal.. can I do it.. watch this space!

Friday 20 January 2012

Being married to a hardcore gamer!

Don't get me wrong I love my husband with all my heart but as much as he loves me he also loves his games! This makes me an "Xbox widow" 3 nights a week.. I know some people have it much worse than me, he doesn't go to the pub, he doesn't really go out (the occasional game of golf), he provides for me and my girls and he loves us unconditionally - all he asks for is 3 nights a week..

Well when I put it like that it doesn't seem that bad..

Its not really the time he spends on it, something that I will never understand, how you can physically spend 4 plus hours sat on a chair in front of the flat screen tele only inches from your face controlling a virtual army man running around shooting & blowing up other virtual people, albeit being his brothers and uncles attached to the other end. Its more to do with the noise levels that he reaches when playing and the drone of machine guns and grenades going off in the background.

Let me paint the picture, I'm happily sat on the sofa engrossed in say my book when suddenly I jump out my skin as he shouts "there's someone there plodder, he's behind the bushes, quick quick" and then the language, oh my goodness! He morphs into someone who has a very bad case of tourettes, f**king b***ocks, w****r, FFS! Then there is the fact that at the moment I have no bedroom door, so even escaping to bed to get an early night isn't an option as I am above WW2 happening in my god damn living room!

I sit there and wonder how you can become so engrossed into a world of make believe, I could have - and believe me I have had - whole conversations with him, which he later has no recollection of ever having - I give up! Boys and their toys, I think the expression is?

As I said at the start of this blog, I love him, he has always gamed since the day I met him, I accepted that it is a part of him a long time ago BUT REALLY... when will he grow up! :-D

Wednesday 18 January 2012

Steak night, Date night

Steak night, Date night was something me and the hubby did before our evenings were invaded by our new born, nappy changes, constant breast feeding and jigging her to sleep.

Four long months later we saw the return of our beloved one night a week where we cook a nice dinner, just the two of us, no 3 year old mucking around with her food not listening to a word you say and no little baby moaning in her chair (yep she always chooses that time to moan) whilst we eat. Then we would snuggle up on the sofa to watch a movie, last nights movie choice was New Moon - nothing like a bit of vampire to set the mood!

As much as I love my two girls it made me remember how important it is to make time with each other, just to enjoy each others company, not to have to think about anything else but each other (and the occasional quick check in on the girls of course).

One night a week, we make it about us.

Just me, him, a scrummy steak, good movie and sometimes a glass of bubbly... heaven!

Monday 16 January 2012

Highway to hell..

Yesterdays car journey home from the in laws, Ive never witnessed anything like it!

My child morphed into the devil in a matter of seconds all because she decided that she didn't want to wear her coat home in the car as it will - in her words - "be too tight".. I tried to calmly reason with her explaining that if "you just held on a minute" I would show her that I would loosen the straps to her car seat.. No this did not suffice, then there was kicking, hitting and screaming within seconds. I tried in vain to calm he situation but then I snapped! I pulled her coat off her and thought 'ok, you don't want to wear your coat? Then don't, you can freeze on the way home and maybe learn your lesson'! WRONG! She then hit fever pitch! As I pulled away in the car she crescendoed to a noise that I never thought she was capable of making now stating "I'm COOOOOLD mummy, I'm TOO COLD, STOP THE CAR, STOP THE CARRRRRRRR whilst using the back of Jamie's seat to practise her kick boxing skills which I didn't know she had! This resulted in him retaliating by shouting back at her which in turn started Bonnie breaking her heart as she had no idea in her tiny little mind what was going on! Then me and Jamie started on each other, me for not just keeping the god damn coat on her in the first place and him for shouting like a crazed madman.. I swung into a lay-by so he could put the coat back on her with her still screaming that she was now too cold "Ive got a cold head" "Ive got cold hands"! We finally made it home, I pulled onto the driveway and we sat there for a few seconds in silence, me wondering how the hell I managed not to crash the car with my whole family going berserk in such a confined space with no let up and no escape.. Super mummy sprang to mind.

An hour later and we're all feeling very sorry for ourselves, me feeling like a total mad woman who'd lost control and my daughter acting rather sheepish as Jamie is swaying Bonnie in his arms arms, Molly dancing round the living room and me sat on the sofa with 'I want to know what love is' by Foreigner playing out in the background, we're all looking at each other and probably thinking the same thing... WAS IT WORTH IT??

Sunday 15 January 2012

Girls night..

Well I ventured out for the first time in over four months last night! Only to a friends who lives less than 5 minutes away to meet the rest of the girls and have a bit of a girly nigh but still, a night out. It was good to get out and be just 'me' for a few hours but I didn't stop thinking about Bonnie! I left it just that little bit too late to leave and by the time I got home my little squidge was crying for her mummy.. it took until 1am to settle her back to sleep from 11 o'clock. Not to mention Molly wetting the bed again last night. She has been brilliant since we potty trained her, up until a couple of days ago she had never had an accident at night but all of a sudden its happen twice in the space of a week, she is devastated - bless her.

So all in all I came home to mayhem for the sake of a few hours round a friends.

I then had to ask myself, was it worth it? My answer, No! They are little for such a short space of time and whilst Bonnie is dependent on me and my boobs I will not be attempting it again..