Summer madness...

The toys are all out
and the food cupboards bare
the holidays are here oh I'm very aware!
their shoes are discarded and uniforms thrown
most of them threadbare, dull and out-grown.
clothes in disarray as they fumble for shorts
screaming and pleading for long summer walks.
or trips to the park (not the one near the woods)
and I know that I must and I know that I should
But the washing is piled as high as a tower
just this job alone keeps me busy for hours.
The baby is crying for just one more feed
before she's screaming so loud that my ears start to bleed.
Then babe is asleep, so I try to sit down
a mag in one hand but then a small frown
passes my daughters face, as I try to chill out,
then a thud from upstairs and a boys distant shout.
'He turned off my game when I went to the loo!'
'Mum I didn't, he's lying, that SO isn't true!'
My daughters now crying as she wants to go out,
and you never did see such a toddler girls' pout.
I've done them all lunch, and they look with disdain,
mums on one of her health kicks again!
'Brown bread is pooh! We only like white!'
Who would have thought bread could cause such a fight?
They're so quiet as they munch, I sit down with ease,
no wonder so many kids are obese!
But anyway, soon my sit-down has come to an end,
the babys awake and to her I must tend.
But before I know it, Daddy is home,
chatting away in his jovial tone.
OH what would I give, for a small glass of wine,
and a chat with my fella, for just a short time!
Again guilt sets in, the day has soon gone
and again I soon realise where I went wrong.
The washing and cleaning tomorrow would wait,
for who is there to see that my house is in such a state?
but my kids won't stay little and messy for long,
one minute they're cooing, the next up and gone.
so while my dishes overload my poor battered sink
I won't be harassed and kick up a stink.
I shall be reading them stories, and enjoying our talks
and tomorrow we will do our long summer walk....

Gettin the guilts...

This week I have felt nothing but guilt.
Guilt that I can't do as much with my two almost three year old as I used to as I'm either working my way through the mountainous pile of washing ( six people make a lot of washing!) or feeding her baby sister, or sorting out both of her brothers who have lost a shoe or a P.E. kit..the list is endless.
How come you have time to blog then, or do those stoopid games on facebook? you might ask.
you might not of course, but if you do the answer is 'I NEED ME TIME!'

I had an amazing day yesterday, simply getting a haircut and browsing a few shops without having to do the wee-wee run, or search for nappies because we left ours at home, was purest bliss.
However, as soon as the bubble burst and I was home, the guilt set in.
Richy my delectable other half was near frazzled. I didn't as some women do, and think 'HAH, least you know what I go through on a day to day basis.' because he goes through the stresses of getting up, every single day, helping me, going to work, walking the four miles there n back in whatever weather, never complaining because he does that all for us...To me his job is just as hard.

And also I know he cares and worries about me so much when he goes to work, worried that suddenly I'll develop postnatal depression ( my mum suffered terribly with it, and has never been the same even 30 years on) or get the bubby blues.
Good Lord, I don't have time for a mini-knackered-weep let alone full-on depression!
Felt completely refreshed though after my mini makeover! I actually felt human and not so hard on the eye lol, instead of looking like Worzel Gummidge and John Prescotts love-child.
Baby feeding is going well, did our research and found that mixing breast milk and formula actually can work, so have been doing this to give me more freedom...its fantastic and made everything easier and I don't lose the bond I've made with her by feeding.
Anyways, I have my work cut out today, I have one naked rambunctious 2 year old, a poorly sickly 8 year old and a wet and smelly 4 week old, so time to close the lap-top and get stuck in!!!

You don't have to be mad to blog here but it helps....

I have decided to start a-bloggin, after reading my other halfs' mums blogs, and if I can write something half as insightful and thought provoking as she I'll be a happy girly!

I'm a mum of four gorgeous, lovely kind sweet children. At the same time I am also mum of two devilish tormenting boys and two sweet beautiful noisy girls, who haven't quite mastered their older bothers evil yet...notice the yet!

As the main people I talk to throughout the day are below the age of 12 and usually consists of ''Please don't...' or 'please stop...' or simply 'PLEASE GOD!...' this will be my way to sound off and just let out the random thoughts that somehow escape the Alcatraz of my eccentric mind!

However this may have to continue later as my roast dinner is a-cooking, quite why I'm cooking a roast dinner in this scorching wevver is beyond even me!

But me gravy smells gert lush!