Merry Whatever

Bah Humbug. Don’t worry I’m not really Ebenezer Scrooge. I have my moments though, especially with the silly season now upon us. I do the same thing every year and I still haven’t learnt from it. I try to think of ways to spread Christmas present shopping throughout the year. But it never happens because birthdays seem to win every time. Then come late November, the mad rush is on. Every. Single. Time.

I always hope the next year will be different, but nope. That’s Christmas for you, magical and magically draining. Of your funds and your energy. But somewhere, deep down, I still have a love of what the festive is about and watching my girls get all excited, adds that little bit of brightness I sometimes need.

If there’s one thing I feel have somewhat mastered, it’s the Santa visit. As in getting it done early to beat the crowds. I still have one child that probably would have enjoyed pulling teeth more. Anyone would think I was sending her into the land of stinky cheese, the way she recoiled upon seeing the big jolly man in the red suit. We got our Santa photo done with one smiling child sitting perched on Santa’s knee like she’s the Queen. Her younger sister, on the other hand, is quite cheery and settled but on mummy’s lap, next to Santa. Maybe next year?! Secretly I love it, takes me back to my childhood. I’m kidding!! I love it because it’s memories I’m making with my girls and it’s not going to be forever. One day their innocence will fade with the realisation that all is not as it seems and some characters in their lives aren’t as real as they thought. But for now they’re as real as you and me!

But there’s one part of the “fun” of Christmas we hadn’t yet taken part in – Elf on a Shelf. Now, I’ve sat back and watched many a friend explore the fun of taking elf antics to new highs and many lows with some grumbling and groaning as they struggle to find a new spot every day for their Christmas friend. Well now I have joined this illustrious circle of “fun”. We may be a few days into December and we’re going okay, but something tells me by December 20 I may have had enough and JoJo our friendly elf may need some well-earned rest, haha!

I may sound negative about the whole Christmas celebration, but I do love it. I love the present giving, catching up with family and friends, enjoying food and just having a good time. Having two cheeky monkeys get excited about it all, just makes me smile thinking about it. They make everything more fun. Okay well, not everything. But things that remind you about being a kid again. And I can’t wait to see their beautiful smiles and wide excited eyes on Christmas morning. It makes staying up late the night before to prepare presents, ahem I mean making sure Santa’s presents arrive okay, all the more fun.

Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, however you choose to spend it, enjoy!
Until next time….

A little bit of history repeating??

I can do this, I repeat to myself again and again. I count to 10 but it doesn’t work. Why do you both have to be so strong willed like me? Haha! Karma I guess. Yes, my beautiful and cheeky, but oh so attitude filled daughters are at it again, breaking Mummy! It’s not hard some days. It’s funny how one minute they are the best of friends and then in 10 seconds flat there are tears and cries for Mummy because someone’s world has been turned upside down, usually over a toy! I’m sympathetic to a point, but I do want them to learn how to sort some things out themselves.

I don’t know what it’s like to deal with a sister thanks to growing up with an older brother, although that wasn’t always fun, my brother on the other hand may beg to differ. But I do hear it can be a mixed bag of full-on moments, throw in some cute ones (probably to lull me into a false sense of security) and then some love/hate hair-pulling scenarios followed up by being the best of friends. In other words, never a dull moment…much like now…just to keep me on my toes. I’m not silly, I know a lot of it is about getting each other in trouble, pushing the boundaries and looking for attention. I may not have grown up with a sister but even with a big brother, the same rules apply for a lot of things, especially when my brother was always trying to get me into trouble (you can’t deny it bro!).

At least I can be grateful for one thing…for now anyway. They don’t tend to gang up on me too much. Most of the taunting is aimed at each other. Somehow, I can’t see this lasting. There can be a lot of copying, usually from Miss Phoebe watching her older sister of course! But then she sure knows how to try and get her big sister in trouble. Lucky I wasn’t born yesterday and have started getting used to some of the signs, haha! The joys of raising children, they can have you smiling, crying and then screaming in the space of about 30 seconds flat. It’s the best thing I have ever done (insert sarcastic tone here). Well, in a way it is the best thing I have ever done, having children, but don’t ever quote that back to me on a bad day!

I’ve said this before but I do love that my girls will always have each other. And when they aren’t trying to get each other in trouble, they actually have somewhat of a close bond. I can only hope this continues throughout their lives. I’m still a little terrified (okay, a lot!) at the thought of having two teenage girls to deal with one day. I may have to go into hiding or take up meditation, they’re both viable options, haha! My girls are pretty good kids, when they want something. I’m kidding, they are most of the time. I think everyone just seems to catch me on the bad days, which feel like they’re becoming more often, haha! I know I’d be lost without them and to be honest they give me some pretty good material to write about as well. Now excuse me while I go deal with the latest dramatic episode in sister life, someone has probably stolen yet another pony or barbie doll or even just looked twice in the wrong direction! Ahhhhh children, gotta love it!

Up, down and all around

It’s fair to say I’ve encountered a lot in my short time so far as a parent.

I’ve been spewed on, pooed on, weed on and dribbled on.

I’ve been scratched, bitten, pinched, poked, sat on and squashed and had my hair pulled numerous times.

You name it, it’s pretty much happened, well still is happening.
I guess you kind of get used to it all…..eventually!

And with every day producing all kinds of excitement and mayhem, I’ve started to realise and take note of some of the things I say.

Oh the things you’ll hear coming out of your own mouth you never thought possible….that is until you have children.

You can pretty much hear your own parents over your shoulder as the words come tumbling out.

I used to laugh when I overheard other parents telling their kids not to say or do ridiculous things.
Now I think I’m the one being laughed at.

It’s no surprise really considering at times I probably sound pretty silly.

The words can be normal, odd and sometimes extremely random, just like children.

So here goes:

•Don’t pick your nose.
•Don’t touch your poo.
•Don’t drink the bath water.
•That doesn’t go up your nose.
•Don’t lick the shower glass.
•Stop kicking in the bath like you are in a swimming pool.
•Slow down or you will trip over your own feet.
•What have you got in your mouth? That is not food!
•We don’t eat crayons, we draw with them.
•Don’t pat your sister’s head, she is not a dog!
•Don’t squash your sister, you know she will get you back one day.
•Don’t eat your clothes.
•Don’t eat your hair.
•I have no idea what you’re saying, it sounds like another language.
•You have to pay attention and look where you are going, you don’t have eyes in the back of your head.
•Are you even listening to me? Or am I speaking to myself?
•Your bed/the lounge is not a trampoline, don’t jump on it!
•How about you try eating your dinner (or food in general) rather than painting with it?
•Don’t wipe your hands on your clothes, unless you want to do the washing?!
•Why are you putting toys in the bin? (Probably has a lot to do with us threatening to do it, haha!)
•What did I just step in?! (Is it water or wee?)
•Don’t give me a reason to smack you.
•I’m the parent, you are my child, which makes me the boss whether you like it or not.
•Leave that straw in your drink, don’t use it as a toy!
•Don’t make me come in there.
•I’m not even going to ask how you got food up your nose.
•If you don’t start behaving I’m cancelling your birthday! (It was at this moment my husband and I agreed that we sounded like our own parents!)
•You have to brush your teeth or they might fall out.
•If I have to tell you one more time…
•Oh well we can’t go out now because you haven’t eaten your breakfast.
•An oldie but a goodie….I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times…

This is just the PG version, I’m sure you can imagine some others! The list could go on and I’ve likely forgotten many but I’m sure there will be plenty more ahead of us.

But I must admit, although at times what I (we) say sounds funny, it’s never quite as hilarious when your toddler throws it back at you!
As always, that’s another story…..

Misconceptions of time

“What do you do with yourself these days?”

It’s a question I’ve heard a fair bit lately.

While many have given up asking when I’m going back to work, it seems now the hidden question is along the lines of what I do all day.

I may be a stay-at-home mum but I certainly don’t sit around all day having a good time.

In fact, it’s the complete opposite.

Unless you think the washing, cleaning, cooking and other house duties take care of themselves (I wish!).

But they’re just a small part of my day.

In fact I actually spend a big chunk of my time playing and or entertaining my 18-month-old bundle of energy, AKA Izzie.

Oh and providing her with what feels like a never ending supply of snacks and meals.

Other then naptime, which can last anywhere from an hour to three (if I’m lucky) depending on the day, she’s on the go from first thing in the morning right up until bedtime at 7pm.

It makes for busy times.

I’m not saying we don’t have quiet reading time or maybe a bit of downtime watching a show (think Bananas in Pyjamas) but usually there’s a lot of running (Izzie) and chasing (me).

Never a dull moment, that’s for sure.

The quietest time of day (bedtime, yay!) isn’t always necessarily an opportunity to relax in my comfy chair either, well not straight away anyway.

Dishes, sorting washing, re-making the bed, ironing, all the menial tasks really, usually take place at this time of night.

Oh and not to mention the words you see before you, my blog writing, the words don’t just fall on the page.

I often wonder how I managed to work full-time, do all the house duties and still have a social life.

I can’t remember the last time my lovely husband and I went out for dinner (I’m sure he’d like to change that).

Now my social life involves catching up on my recorded television shows.

Oh how life has changed….for the better, of course!

There are days where I long to be back working to a deadline but I know I’d miss hanging out with Izzie too much.

I’ve heard many mums (and a few others) say being a stay-at-home parent is one of the toughest jobs out there, because it never stops.

I’m sure everyone would have an opinion on this and let me just say, most people work hard in their own way.

But they do say to really appreciate what someone is going through, you need to walk a mile in their shoes.

Any takers? (Haha!)

But if I can leave you with a thought, let me give you a tip. Never ask a stay-at-home mum (or dad) what have they actually been doing all day, it may not go so well for you.