Not enough hours in the day at the moment

Just popping in to say a quick hello I am still alive before I get on with all the stuff I have to do today,

Got cakes to bake for the Bowls Club do tomorrow, If I get time another cake for Ali’s Birthday as I feel bad about buying him one, Clothes to get sorted for tomorrows day out at the trains we are taking Ali here for his treat we go every year on his birthday he loves the place, Oh and got the summer Fayre at the school to do today as I’m helping out on the smash a plate stall with the beavers and cubs. bit worried about that one with all the flying glass and stuff having the kids so close but hey it must be safe… anyway off I go, it’s going to be a long day

not sure if I will be updating this weekend I will try if I can,

 

anyway what has taken place which I feel a bad mummy about was the school sponsored walk , I got at the school yesterday about 2.35 our usual time to go find somewhere to park and it was packed.. I then remembered that as well as none uniform day it was the school sponsored walk oops. oh well I arrived in time to see them and most importantly to them. to take them home early 😆

Oh and one last thing… As I already said in the last Blog, The declutter has started… The main bedroom is slowly looking less like a hoarders paradise  I will blog about this more when I have time as the de-clutter is still ongoing… I want to reclaim all the rooms.
I need to get at least the rooms sorted before August… The Attic I may save for when they go back to school in September to give me something to do with my time when Jo Moves away…. Oh more to come about that as well.
See I have an excuse really for not being on the internet 24/7  🙂

Adam

Ali

Alex

Now What?

 

Seriously My luck has hit rock bottom….

A few weeks ago Ali somehow managed to bend the washing machine door.. I bent it back up but it was still a pain to shut..

Cant remember if I mentioned it the other week, I think I may have , but we have had problems with our electrics. they keep flicking off the main switch…
About two weeks ago I was just on my way to Asda’s with my dad when Allan called to say the electric had gone again. Last time it was the socket in the front room but of course they had to test them all, Not easy when you live with a hoarder who has everything piled up in rooms upstairs,  Anyway it turned out that it was the fridge freezer had died…  Yeah thinking about it I had posted about it……….

well the other day I was doing some washing when I went to pick Vickie up with Jo at the forum

as soon as we walked in the door the electric tripped off… Flicked the fuse  it was fine…..
The night after I had already done one load of washing and put it in the tumble dryer and put another load of washing on as we went to bed…

Within about ten mins the electric went off. Allan went down , flicked the switch… ten mins later it went off again.. Vickie flicked it on… it went off..

lying in bed I suddenly worked out the common denominator of the power going off… The washing machine.. So I went down turned off the washing machine. and all is well.

I left it as I had spare uniforms and Friday decided that I needed to catch up on the washing as I had a couple of loads……..  I put the machine on and lo and behold it did it again…..

I then noticed that the program on the washing machine was not moving.. so we moved the dial and it was still stuck in the same place we could hear a buzzing sound , kinda electrical.. and then yep the electrics tripped out again. now in a panic I asked Jo if she could do a couple of loads of washing for me as I needed school stuff for Monday…  she comes around and gets it so I can at least relax, I look online at the price of programmes for the machine I have and its not cheap  even the part is not cheap never mind paying someone to fit it. and then we are looking at what is an old machine when you take into account the average life of a washing machine nowadays,. So yes it is better just replacing it… 😦

Now we bought that washing machine when Alex was about 2 when the washer dryer I bought when I got the house died and it was the cheapest I could get, so I can’t really complain anyway I price them up and I can get one online price for about £239 from comets and it was collect from store  actually in stock so yep we hit the credit card and ordered it and off Allan went to pick it up..   So it was actually in and fitted before Jo got back with the load if washing.  Allan decided to scrap the old one so we clean up behind where it was… and yes it had been leaking as well.
So I now have a new washing machine… erm I hope the fridge freezer had died and it wasn’t anything to do with the washer… but I wont mention that to Allan.

then we come to-day……  The boys had got hold of the polystyrene packaging from the machine and made “snow” in their room.  I sent Alex up to tidy up so I could Hoover…..  He comes down about an hour later saying he can’t get in his room as he had taken the boarding that was under the mattress on Ali’s bunk  (covered the wooden slats that Ali broke in a melt down once.) Allan goes up and the only way we can get into the room is to force the door off its hinges.. Allan gets the crowbar out and as he forces it  Alex kicked it… (this was not the plan, the plan was to lift it out the way) the door flys down the side of the wall and takes the flat screen tv off the wall and the shelf next to it with the virgin plus box on…  Bollocks… hopefully they are not broken but we have had to remove the whole bracket now for the tv.  I had to tidy the room so having got sick of them not doing as they were told and keeping it tidy.. I did my special room tidy.. I emptied it of every toy going… Yep the only things that have been safe from my cull are Ali’s beloved Doggys and his Teddy and Alex’s Teddy that he has had since he was little.  Everything else went out the front in black sacks.
I hoovered the boys room and decided that it was time to make a start on my room now.. so All down my side of the bed I have cleared… some weight training stuff went in the back room,  Allan’s tool create was there and a huge tub of tomy train set… the rest was junk so while Allan was downstairs I decided to have a good tidy…. another 5 or 6 black sacks have now appeared out the front so I will do a tip run on Monday..  Tomorrow I am going to tackle the other side of the bed.

I will de-clutter so we can move in the room , once our room is done I will get the back room sorted lol

so what started off as a disaster has turned into the kick up the bum I needed to make a start on clearing the shit out of my bedroom

So…….
It’s Official the De-Clutter has started!!
sorting in to groups.
eBay or selling groups,
Freegle/Freebie groups
Attic
Tip
So far the tip is winning!! :-/

Alex has got a Big Owie!! (If you are squemish dont read or look)

The Week started off quite well with lots of social activities (hey walking out of the door is a social activity for me nowadays)
In other words I have had quite a busy week, but on Tuesday all plans went downhill (literally) when Alex was playing a game with some friends and tumbled down a slope on the school field and cut his arm on a stone.
Unfortunately he has about an inch long cut on his Elbow.

I didn’t know about any of this until I was sitting in the Landrover waiting for Vickie while she was running a few errands and I get a call off Allan saying Alex has had an accident and could I get up the school to pick him up…

My first thought was why didn’t the school call me until I remembered that I have not long changed my number and guess who I have forgotten to give it to Yep the school DOH!!

 

Anyway we go up the school pick Alex up and see the head teacher and she tells me that she thinks he may need to go to the hospital and have a stitch in his elbow.. she had cleaned it out and dressed it as best she could. So I call Jo to see if she can pick Ali up and off I go with Alex to the Memorial hospital stopping for diesel on the way, which has just a Minor Injuries unit really.

Alex waiting to be seen with the dressing the school put on

After waiting for well over an hour to be seen Alex gets called in by this nurse… she had obviously had a bad day because she was snippy with him from the start, she took the dressing off.. said it needed cleaning and yes stitching as it was very deep and proceeded and not in a very careful manner to clean out the wound , anyway as soon as she touched it Alex screamed for England.. she took one small bit out and blood squirted at the wall, thankfully Alex didn’t see this as he had his eyes tightly shut at this point and mouth wide open with lots of noise coming out of it… I think he had decided that he had enough of being brave for the day… however he sat there holding my hand and squeezing and screaming while she (even I could see) quite roughly cleaned it out… then said she would have to give him a local anaesthetic…

she went and got this huge needle… It looked huge to me never mind Alex and she proceeded to stab him in three places with it… Alex cried out again… she then stuck it right inside the cut… This is when he let out a scream that I am sure they would have heard in Outer Mongolia 😦

he moved his arm and she shouted at him so I said I would hold his arm in place at which point she informed me I was not allowed to pin him down and restrain him and that she couldn’t get the rest of the local anaesthetic in on the other side so there was nothing she could do except glue the wound shut and put steri strips on but it wouldn’t hold, he would have a lovely scar and that then next time he fell or knocked it, most probably the whole thing will split open and we will be back to square one with it needing stitching its just a matter of time… could be a week could be a year…

 

 

So here we are… A child terrified in pain and she is tut tutting… I’m getting fed up and already deciding just glue it and we can get out of here.

So she pours the glue in which I have to say I know stings like hell from when I have had it done.. all hell broke loose he has a total meltdown seeing the wound and her squeezing it shut and didn’t want her to touch it any-more. I can totally understand how he feels, anyway once she has done that she puts some steri strips over as well to try to hold it shut ,He kept crying even after she had put a pad on and a bandage and refused to move his arm in the position she wanted.. In the end she didn’t bother putting another bandage on just the one she had around it, shoved some tape on to hold it and said …Do not get it wet… change the dressing on Friday and on Sunday he can have a shower so the strips can come off but not to soak it because he can’t have a bath for ten days because of the glue…

Alex by this time is white as a sheet… we go home and he is kinda shell-shocked for the rest of the day. He didn’t even touch any dinner.

 

By Wednesday morning there was blood seeping through the bandage so I know it’s opened a little… He was off school and came out with us… and had decided to make up for all the eating he missed the day before

Thursday he was back at school but can’t go out to play or do PE…. and Thursday Night he was Invested or Infested as he said into the cubs… He struggled with the salute but did great… He is now a fully fledged Cub….

TGIF

its been a long week, this afternoon when he comes home from school we are going to change the outer dressing and hopefully we can see exactly how well its healed up or if he needs to go to the main hospital to ask if it can be stitched up properly :-/

taking the dressing off to see what he has actually done

before its cleaned up by the nurse at the hospital

After its cleaned when he had calmed down and wanted to see so I had to take a pic to show him. I didn’t take any more pics at the hospital because as soon as she started with the jabs to sew him up all hell let loose.. will take some more when we check it out this evening.

You have heard of video killed the radio start well I was thinking has technology killed the letter.

You have heard of video killed the radio start well I was thinking has technology killed the letter.

Alas, the love letter is no more – killed by email, Facebook, Twitter and text!

Not that I ever got any love letters 😦

I had letters from Friends when I was living in the states sent by snail mail but not what you would call a love letter as such… In someone declaring their undying love for you.

Well at least I don’t remember getting one……  😕

Throughout history young lovers have expressed their never ending love to each other via the letter… from the age of puppy love and notes passed via friends to young lovers separated and posting and receiving them… how many people remember getting a letter with SWALK written on the back. How many would understand what it actually means nowadays…

I kinda feel sorry for the younger generation now…

A hand written letter is so much more personal than a text or a quick message on facebook..

Happy Fathers Day

I know I moan about my dad all the time and he drives me crazy,

but I have to say I am thankful for having a dad always present in my life

And for my boy’s father  Allan whom I love and adore with all my heart. (Just don’t tell him I said that)

Happy Fathers Day to you Both!

 

No Seriously,  I know I moan and moan about my Dad

He drives me crazy coming around an hour before he says he is going to

He drives me crazy just letting himself in with his key.

He drives me crazy coming round every day practically and I actually have to book daddy free days if I want to go out.

He drives me crazy that every Sunday he has to be here for roast dinner and we never seem to get some family time to yourselves.

But It did cross my mind this morning that he is getting on a bit now.. 78 yrs old….

I should make the most of  fathers day because when I see the status updates of those who have lost their dads.

I should be grateful he is at least here with us still

Of course that is not going to stop me moaning about him before you get any idea’s 😆

Facebook Addiction this really made me laugh

Those who really know me know that I do post on facebook erm occasionally 🙄

 

The 76-year-old woman walked down the hallway of Clearview Addictions Clinic, searching for the right department. She passed signs for the “Heroin Addiction Department (HAD),”

the “Smoking Addiction Department (SAD)” and the “Bingo Addiction Department (BAD).”

 

Then she spotted the department she was looking for: “Facebook Addiction Department (FAD).”

 

It was the busiest department in the clinic, with about three dozen people filling the waiting room, most of them staring blankly into their Blackberries and iPhones. A middle-aged man with unkempt hair was pacing the room, muttering,”I need to milk my cows. I need to milk my cows.”

 

A twenty-something man was prone on the floor, his face buried in his hands, while a curly-haired woman comforted him.

 

“Don’t worry. It’ll be all right.”

 

“I just don’t understand it. I thought my update was LOL-worthy, but none of my friends even clicked the ‘like’ button.”

 

“How long has it been?”

 

“Almost five minutes. That’s like five months in the real world.”

 

The 76-year-old woman waited until her name was called, then followed the receptionist into the office of Alfred Zulu, Facebook Addiction Counselor.

 

“Please have a seat, Edna,” he said with a warm smile. “And tell me how it all started.”

 

“Well, it’s all my grandson’s fault. He sent me an invitation to join Facebook. I had never heard of Facebook before, but I thought it was something for me, because I usually have my face in a book.”

 

“How soon were you hooked?”

 

“Faster than you can say ‘create a profile.’ I found myself on Facebook at least eight times each day — and more times at night. Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night to check it, just in case there was an update from one of my new friends in India . My husband didn’t like that. He said that friendship is a precious thing and should never be outsourced.”

 

“What do you like most about Facebook?”

 

“It makes me feel like I have a life. In the real world, I have only five or six friends, but on Facebook, I have 674. I’m even friends with Juan Carlos Montoya.”

 

“Who’s he?”

 

“I don’t know, but he’s got 4,000 friends, so he must be famous.”

 

“Facebook has helped you make some connections, I see.”

 

“Oh yes. I’ve even connected with some of the gals from high school — I still call them ‘gals.’ I hadn’t heard from some of them in ages, so it was exciting to look at their profiles and figure out who’s retired, who’s still working, and who’s had some work done. I love browsing their photos and reading their updates. I know where they’ve been on vacation, which movies they’ve watched, and whether they hang their toilet paper over or under. I’ve also been playing a game with some of them.”

 

“Let me guess. Farmville?”

 

“No, Mafia Wars. I’m a Hitman. No one messes with Edna.”

 

“Wouldn’t you rather meet some of your friends in person?”

 

“No, not really. It’s so much easier on Facebook. We don’t need to gussy ourselves up. We don’t need to take baths or wear perfume or use mouthwash. That’s the best thing about Facebook — you can’t smell anyone. Everyone is attractive, because everyone has picked a good profile pic. One of the gals is using a profile pic that was taken, I’m pretty certain, during the Eisenhower Administration. “

 

“What pic are you using?”

 

“Well, I spent five hours searching for a profile pic, but couldn’t find one I really liked. So I decided to visit the local beauty salon.”

 

“To make yourself look prettier?”

 

“No, to take a pic of one of the young ladies there. That’s what I’m using.”

 

“Didn’t your friends notice that you look different?”

 

“Some of them did, but I just told them I’ve been doing lots of yoga.”

 

“When did you realize that your Facebooking might be a problem?”

 

“I realized it last Sunday night, when I was on Facebook and saw a message on my wall from my husband: ‘I moved out of the house five days ago. Just thought you should know.'”

 

“What did you do?”

 

“What else? I unfriended him of course!”

I give up I really do! I can do nothing right these last few days!


Have you ever tried to help someone and it totally backfired?
I feel like that everything I have done this week has gone tit’s up!

Thursday:
First one person who I shall call *MK* those who know her will know why I have used *MK*,  who is continuously on about how much sweet stuff *MK* eats or energy drinks she has and who is always moaning about headaches………. was saying yet again how she needed an energy drink (bearing in mind she has done nothing but post pictures and say how much she loves her energy drinks ) and I said to *MK* just be a touch careful and it may be worth getting her blood sugars tested  (as I know how easy it is for diabetes to creep up on you) and that she had three lovely kids who needed their mum and *MK* went in to her usual childish rant which seems to happen quite often when something is said that she takes personally … now if I had called *MK* a fat  lazy and someone who does nothing and lets her other half do it all when it comes to dealing with the kids and who does nothing but stuff her face full of munch as she calls it all the time while not letting the kids or even her other half have it  and then says how expensive to go on a diet… I could understand it… mind you all of that is true to a certain extent anyway
well what do you know *MK* removed me from her facebook friend list….  I do know how hard it is to diet but I also know how bad to much sugar can make you feel  and all her symptoms I would say were down to her diet.. I know I am in a pissed off mood but I didnt say it to her to be nasty I said it to her because I know how these things can creep up on you…   she is young has kids….  I am 50  I know for a fat that I didn’t have high cholesterol and wasn’t a diabetic at 22  If I was I doubt I would be here now. 

  Like I said Have you ever tried to help someone and it totally backfired? 

Anyway the day did get better, I meet Mary in Asda’s and we decided to have a coffee while we are there and I get the phone call from Allan asking how long I am going to be because he wants to go up the town and check out the phone upgrades,  so he has the hump for a while.  then while we are out  my phone text alert goes and………………..

 I get a message from Vickie saying the dongle is not working…   go back in time. she is now in a hostel and I lent her the laptop and Jo lent Vickie her dongle… Jo had taken her sim card out so I had bought a new sim for the dongle… big mistake… turns out the sim i had bought was the wrong one…  yes phone ones did used to work but since they moved over to the micro sim the old phone sims no longer work and you had to get a new internet one..   sadly Vickie had put some money on it and of course it’s not working , can totally understand why she was gutted…   but I was fuming with the three shop she went to… apart from telling her the sim card was fake… like fuck it was as I bought it from a reputable mobile shop and the dongle was fucked… well we know it wasn’t fucked as it’s not that long since its been in use and not only that it loaded up on the laptop…  it was just the wrong sim…. instead of telling her that… they tried selling her a new dongle for £30…  and wouldn’t give her the £25 she had put on the sim,  bastards…..
hopefully it’s sorted now as Jo spent nearly two hours taking to three head office and they have agreed if we buy a new internet sim (yes still available in the old size) for the dongle then they will transfer the money over and credit the new sim. I have my fingers crossed because we can’t sort this out until at least Monday when Jo gets paid as we are all skint at the moment.
I feel bad because this is all my fault for buying the wrong sim for the dongle..

Then its time to take Ali and Alex to beavers and cubs… Jo wants to take Adam along so he can join so we both go and Adam joins then we nip to asda’s for 3/4 hour to kill time,  until  its time to get Adam and Ali and drop Alex at cubs…(beavers and cubs are held up the school) we then go home, Jo takes Adam in and I get Ali in by which time Allan is back .. we now have until 7.30 to collect Alex as cubs are longer than beavers……..
I get Alex and they tell me that next we he is going to be inaugurated next week which I know is going to piss Ali off when Alex gets his scarf and Ali doesn’t…  but and here is the clincher… Cubs have their summer camp and they have said Alex could go…. bugger more expense…… ok only £20 but we have Ali’s birthday coming up and school trip to pay for.. plus save up for when we go away.  and of course the beavers camp was before Ali started so it’s not as if he can go… we said we would think about it but Alex went into one so the day started off with someone throwing a paddy *MK* and ended with Alex throwing a paddy……  oh what fun
I go onto face book once I have got the boys to bed and on my wall it shows *MK* having another rant at someone on her status… (because someone I know had commented on it and it still showed up as she had just removed me and not blocked me) I read it … thought FFS I really don’t need this , with any luck one day someone is going to lay her out and it’s not worth me doing time for it. I have a mega headache and really can’t be arsed anymore..
so I Blocked her…… I feel so much better for that.. I never have to see her rants again and yes she does rant at everyone on a regular basis.

Next Friday should be interesting as we are all supposed to be meeting up for a coffee… Me, Gladys, Mary, Terri and *MK* bet she dont come lol

Then we have Friday:
The plan was I go shopping, I come back.. Allan and I go out for a meal at the Jenny wren… we get the two courses for two people for £9  I have some vouchers for buy one get one free drinks so should be a cheap lunch lol
no when we eventually get there he decided he wants the proper meal. oh and the combo starter and desert… £30 odd later meal over…….. Next time he can take me lol
We get home and I still have a pounding headache from the day before…… we end up falling asleep on the sofa’s  and end up waking up this morning

Allan is Bowls today and I still haven’t sewn up the hem on his white trousers  so he moans… well tough  wear your other trousers……….

I go upstairs and the boys have been in my bedroom been in my jewellery box and lost some bits , broken a bracelet  we have a go at them for that tell them to keep out of our room and not to touch anything that is not theirs and we go back in later on to find they had got something else out… I feel like I am banging my head against a brick wall,  
I am starting to wonder what will work, we take away stuff… we throw away stuff , we confine them to their room, we take away the tv lead,   we stop treats… short of  my dads suggestion   Take the belt to them it never hurt you…. well actually it did… but then I did learn my lesson and never did it again.. however father if I did that now I would have social services banging on my door and putting them in care and I would be arrested as a child beater………  I give up……
If anything else goes wrong today I will just punch someone.  over the age of 18 who is not going to contact the police 🙄

Roll on Sunday….  oh hang on my dad is over tomorrow for dinner……………. Cancel that……..