Best blog post I have seen for a long time. How To Ground The Kids And Clean The House Without Lifting A Finger

 I saw this and thought to myself this may come in handy in years to come..

I can’t actually ground my kids at the moment as I don’t let them out lol

 

How To Ground The Kids And Clean The House Without Lifting A Finger.

for those who cant get the link to work for whatever reason here it is in full glory

Whoever came up with the idea that grounding kids meant sending them to their rooms clearly wasn’t thinking big.

Lynette, a mom whose blog typically chronicles her incredible adventures in cake making, posted a photo of what looks to be a chore chart. But instead of monetary incentives, the kids must earn 500 points to get “ungrounded.” Chores such as “load dishwater” and “cook dinner” can earn them anywhere from 10 to 100 points

 

 

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Lynette wrote on her blog that she made the chart after she grounded her kids for being late to school and realized she could use their punishment to her advantage. And it seems to be successful:

This worked out better than I could have ever imagined! My oldest son got right to work and earned his 500 points in one day. The other two are getting closer and working hard too! We had a nice dinner last night prepared by my son.

 
 

For 100 points, we suspect she’d have to mediate fights over who gets to do the laundry. Good job, mom.

for those of you who would like to read more from her, Here is her blog link

http://lynettesnewhobby.blogspot.co.uk/2014/04/grounded.html

 

 

St George the patron saint of England…. But why? should it still be Edmund the Martyr?

Should it still be Edmund the Martyr?  because he was Patron Saint of England in the middle ages and He is thought to be of East Anglian origin.  At least that is in England!

Personally I think they should reinstate Edmund the Martyr  back in place…

 

After all…. and this will really get you because its ruins all myths we have ever believed in  

Read this and then tell my why we should keep St George and not reinstate Edmund….

 

 

One of the best-known stories about Saint George is his fight with a dragon. But it is highly unlikely that he ever fought a dragon, and even more unlikely that he ever actually visited England. Despite this, St George is known throughout the world as the dragon-slaying patron saint of England.

Saint George is popularly identified with England and English ideals of honour, bravery and gallantry, but actually he wasn’t English at all. Very little is known about the man who became St George.St George is patron saint not only of England but also of Aragon, Catalonia, England, Ethiopia, Georgia, Greece, Lithuania, Palestine, Portugal, and Russia, as well as the cities of Amersfoort, Beirut, Bteghrine, Cáceres, Ferrara, Freiburg, Genoa, Ljubljana, Gozo, Pomorie, Qormi, Lod and Moscow.

 

 

St George is also patron saint of scouts, soldiers, archers, cavalry and chivalry, farmers and field workers, riders and saddlers, and he helps those suffering from leprosy, plague and syphilis.

 

 

 

 

Quick Facts about St George

  • Born in Turkey (in Cappadocia)
  • Lived in 3rd century
  • His parents were Christian
  • Became a Roman soldier
  • Protested against Rome’s persecution of Christians
  • Imprisoned and tortured, but stayed true to his faith
  • Beheaded at Lydda in Palestine

St. George is believed to have been born in Cappadocia (now Eastern Turkey) in the year A.D. 270. He was a Christian. At the age of seventeen he joined the Roman army and soon became renowned for his bravery. He served under a pagan Emperor but never forgot his Christian faith.

When the pagan Emperor Diocletian started persecuting Christians, St. George pleaded with the Emperor to spare their lives. However, St. George’s pleas fell on deaf ears and it is thought that the Emperor Diocletian tried to make St. George deny his faith in Christ, by torturing him. St George showed incredible courage and faith and was finally beheaded near Lydda in Palestine on 23 April, 303.

In 1222, the Council of Oxford declared April 23 to be St George’s Day and he replaced St Edmund the Martyr as England’s patron saint in the 14th century. In 1415, April 23 was made a national feast day.

 

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A day out and Much needed break at Wildwood

Yesterday  we took the boys and one of their friends William and Shelby to Wildwood.. We are members there so can go any time we want now

They did an egg hunt and then we had a picnic ….

Ali with his rather warped sense of humour kept waving the roast chicken legs at the chickens that were walking around us..  :/

 

Ironically Allan’s Sister and Family were there at the same time  and we never bumped into them. 😦
Such a shame as the boys would have loved playing with their friend and cousins.. they don’t see much family really as one of their Aunties is now living in Atlanta  and the other one lives in Faversham with her family…  The kids always get on great together…  They are the only family they really see now apart from my dad.

I do feel for them at times.. they are missing out on a whole extended family but it will never happen… They will never meet their other three brothers and two sisters and their family’s and their cousins.. My grandchildren.   I don’t regret the fact that they never see the wicked witch of Broomfield (I always thought it ironic that she really is a wicked nasty old witch and ended up living in a place called BROOMfield..I wonder if she now uses that more traditional form of transport)  anyway as I was saying… My Bitch I mean Witch of a mother in law and her apprentice witch… aka Allan’s mother and his other sister and her family because, if I am honest I really can’t stand them and when it comes to people who go around with their head up their arse I have no time for them or the way Allan’s mum spoke to the boys the last time she saw them at Christmas about three years back now when she spoke to Ali like dirt. and then picked on him over something.. I admit I am like a mother hen… No-One dare pick on my chick’s.  I have never told Allan he couldn’t see his mother again.. I have told him I would never see her again and neither would the boys… I would never have her in my house….   It’s his choice not to have contact with her………  Mind you she has never made an effort to have contact with either Allan or the boys so it’s a win win situation really. 

Anyway I got off track there…
Tomorrow is Chocolate day and despite the amount of chocolate there I know one thing.. the boys will probably still have chocolate left from their baskets  in the little travel fridge they have in their room… in August!!

 

 

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Ali Showing the Chicken the roast leg

PicMonkey Collage

Picnic and a few of the 100’s of pictures we took today

Happy Chocolate Day

I’m not a religious person by any means. 

However I do appreciate the holidays that go with it….
Christmas in our house is Santa day and a holiday to celebrate with friends and loved ones.

And Easter is basically Chocolate day… the boys love taking part in Easter egg hunts and I love making them a basket of chocolates up for Chocolate Sunday, this year we went to wildwood to do an egg hunt there…

I haven’t got around to doing the cellophane wrapping yet but here is this years baskets along with previous years.

 

Their eggs and baskets I made 2012

Their eggs and baskets I made 2012

 

The baskets I made the boys and Amber for Easter 2013

The baskets I made the boys and Amber for Easter 2013

 

This years baskets to finished yet.. I still have the stuffed toys and the wrapping to do 2014

This years baskets to finished yet.. I still have the stuffed toys and the wrapping to do 2014

 

 

As you can see this year there are 4 baskets… one for Amber  (bottom picture)  even though I told her that at 21 she was now an adult and as such a bit old for the basket.  but yes I’m soft I decided to make her one up.
And the top picture from left to right is… Ali’s… Then Shelby’s …. And then Alex’s

I will finish them off in a bit..  at the moment they are all fast asleep

 

 

Wow a tantrum… How cool is that!

Today Ali had a tantrum…  🙂
Yes I know he is 8 in July and for most kids that age you would expect them to be out of that stage,  but Ali is not like most kids.

The thing is… I think its great……….. 
You may or may not understand quite what I mean.

Usually Ali goes into Meltdown… It may be triggered by frustration, it may be he is in a situation he can’t handle, It may be because he is tired… or Alex has wound him up so much he just has to explode… or it maybe we have been somewhere where he has had a sensory overload..    I doubt many will understand what I am even talking about…..

Anyway as I was saying today Ali had a Tantrum and I was shocked. and relived.  He was asked to go upstairs to get his headphones for his laptop and I had said no ice cream until he had got them.  Anyway he wanted Ice cream..   So here is the deal…. Headphones……….  equals Ice cream…  and he didn’t want to go upstairs….  result  Paddy!
I’m not taking meltdown where he will go into total wrecking mode and will lash out at anyone and everyone who goes near him and there is no real reason behind it so there is no instant cure to stop it..
I had an instant cure today… I gave in… ok here you go… have an ice cream…   Silence……….  one happy but snotty kid.

He had got what he wanted… and thus ended the Tantrum. 

Why am I happy because he did what a normal kid would do…  

And Ali is not and has never been normal, and every day he gets older he gets stronger and in some ways more distant with the world at times. 

I pick my battles……  This one I let him win……

I miss waterfalls

The sight of water falling in volume is a beautiful sight

There are small waterfalls that only drop down maybe even 5ft and there are huge magnificent falls such as Niagara falls or Victoria falls .
To understand the full meaning of a waterfall
You need to feel the power, hear the roar, peer through the mist, get the spray in your face.

But quite what constitutes a great waterfall is open to debate. Size matters, clearly. Yet do you rate a waterfall according to height, width or volume of flow?

I miss seeing waterfalls, My favourite place in the world is Niagara… from the Canadian side.. the horseshoe falls are spectacular, No matter what time of the year you go.
I have been behind the falls in the caves.
I even had a necklace once from the gypsum? Not sure, crystals mined behind the falls, sadly it was lost and can’t be replaced because the last time I went they had stopped selling them and that was over 30 years ago.

I have been on the Maid of the Mist and sailed in the waters below the falls and I have been on the American side. I have seen them lite up at night with the multi colour spotlights and I have seen them practically frozen.. one huge giant icicle… so very hard to describe.
Niagara

I would love for my boys to see a waterfall, Any waterfall even a babbling brook with just a small fall but I’m struggling to think of a waterfall in the south of England. Chalk bedrock doesn’t really lend itself to waterfall formation

So I set myself a challenge.. I want the boys to see falling water……..
The closest I have come near me in the south east of England is here
http://www.dover.gov.uk/Leisure-Culture-Tourism/Leisure-Facilities/Parks–Open-Spaces/Kearsney-Abbey.aspx

I know it’s not on par with The great waterfalls of the world but for me It will do..

Kearsney Abbey
Don’t get me wrong I love Kent… but its flat…………

I think a day drip and picnic is in order in Dover.. After all I am a member of English Heritage so we could pop to Dover Castle again and make a day of it.

A week later! Some things can never be unseen!

About a week has now passed since I last posted………….

After calling and explaining to the  receptionist at the district nurses office at 9.30am when they opened,  she said they would get a nurse to call me back (have you ever tried getting hold of someone at the weekend?) 
so  I waited and waited in the end about 11.30am by which time I was getting quite worried so  I called the hospital ward that Dad was on and explained again what has happened, and they told me to call his doctor.  (at the weekend yeah right)
So I tried the doctors and after no answer I got hold of 111 and spoke to the NHS services and was told that they couldn’t help unless I was with him so I said I would go around straight away. Told Dick head to tell nurse if she called to call his number. Went to start my dads car which I now have as he can’t drive for a month so im using it to go back and forth to his place as mine is going to its final resting place in the week  *will try and actually blog about that when I get the chance) anyhoooooooooo insert severe swearing here  ******  Now in English…… it wouldn’t start so gave up and got in the landrover to drive over there.

Got to the old man’s let myself in and the bloody nurse had just called and she would be around in ten min’s well she actually took over an hour and half   and arrived about 1.15pm but when she got here she was great she took dressing off and its a lovely neat scar so should heal well and the stitches didn’t need trimming.  
I explained the problem about the discomfort he was in and the fact that he had not pee’d since friday morning and she said she was capable of putting in a catheter but couldn’t because she had to get an ok from the doctor so here was are….It’s Saturday and she has to get a doctor out  to put in a catheter to help relieve dad while they find out the problem. She said she would be back in a couple of hours as they had a doctor who works with the District Nurse…….  So we wait…………… and wait……….. and wait………… and wait……….. bearing in mind she said a couple of hours and that would be about 3.30pm  at 8.30 pm I am starting to get really fed up, My dad is really starting to be in pain now.. and yes my temper is starting to get a tad frayed….  And to top it off I have no idea who to call.. I tried the district nurses office and there was no answer……… so I called NHS 111 and after explaining the whole thing they said they would get a doctor out to put in the catheter but it would not be a priority….. and to remember its Saturday night and people do silly things….. so they are very very busy.   

At 10.30pm the Doctor turned up..
put a catheter  in and did a prostate examination as an enlarged prostate is 99% of the time the reason why you can’t pee guys! 
  (  There are some things in life I never wanted to see and both of these came under that heading)
funny-celebrity-pictures-what-has-been-seen-cannot-be-unseenAnyway  …………..  the
catheter that was used has a valve so it can be emptied. so to give you an shorted version of events  5 litres of pee into a bucket by the side of the bed later  I left and went home…….  one cup of coffee all day is not a good thing…………. So since then I have been spending most of the day running him around to various appointments.. cooking and cleaning for him and then getting home and doing the same thing here.

Yesterday (Friday) I exploded……. I woke up feeling like shit……. I have had a dry cough for the last few nights that’s been keeping me awake and friday like I said I woke up feeling like death warmed up.. I called my dad and said that as he had no appointments to go to..  that I wouldn’t be coming around today.. there was a cottage pie in his fridge that all he had to do was put in the oven.. I had typed out a list of the times when he had to take his bloods and pills etc so he only had to look at that to see when to take everything.  Told him I was going to have a lie in as I had been up about 6am all week .. This is the school break bty……..
(Again one day I may blog about other things going on.. Lets just say I have seen it before and yes if someone asked me I would say my dad has onset dementia now to top off everything else…….. I have noticed signs for a long time but probably just swept them out of my mind after spending years looking after my mum with it…….. I guess if I ignored it I thought it would go away.)
Monday I have to take him to the doctors for another appointment to find out when this catheter is due to be taken out on trial to see if he can go without it but already he has taken a liking to it as it means he doesn’t have to constantly pee all the time because of the water pills he is on for his heart, so I have a feeling that he would rather keep it… I of course have to do the cleaning of said thing  YUK!

Anyway I had a day off on Friday………….. and screamed an shouted at everyone… and cried… in fact I did a lot of crying.. I have hit the end of the road… I can’t look after one person all week and then come home and have to do everything.  The washing hadn’t been done since last weekend… the  sink was so full of dishes it was overflowing.. in fact the dishwasher still had the stuff in it I loaded into it last Monday night when I got back in from my dads.  The house was a tip… Thursday I had to take my dad shopping on his scooter as he wanted to get some bits so I left the house at 9am  Now there was some Dr Who thing on in town and the boys wanted to see it so we were going at 1.30pm   I said to Allan I would be back and we could take the boys…….  At 1pm I called Allan to say I would be on my way back. I had some shopping with me and then we would have to go straight up the town… I get back and he is still shouting at the boys to get ready.. Ali who doesn’t do getting rushed or things sprung on him had gone into meltdown and refused to do or go anywhere..

This is when I snapped…  He had done nothing all day… not even got the boys ready or warned Ali that we were going out.  There are three adults in the house and as I’m out that left two.. and neither had done anything… except maybe sit and watch tv or go on bloody facebook all the time.  And this is why I had snapped…  
so Friday my day off I had had enough.. right at that moment in time I could quite happily have left the house and jumped off a cliff………   

I wanted to see this Dr who stuff up the town so told Ali that we would be going out later on for an hour or so an if he was good he may get an ice cream out of it so he went upstairs and got dressed… Thats all it took.
Have I mentioned the fact that my dad called at 8am to ask what time I would be around!! what part of having a lie in did he not get… oh yes the same part of Im not coming around ..   

we went up the town… saw the exhibition things…  picked up some bits… got myself some medicine for the lurgy and some cough medicine and got Shelby a few clothes and came home as we also had to do the newspaper run in the evening in the scout van collecting newspapers down a number of roads.

Got back at 7-pm and decided that sandwiches, cake and doughnuts and chocolate while not heathy would be a good enough dinner for the kids.
pulled the sleep sofa out and watched tv before going to bed.  I had phoned dad to say I would pick him up when I got up as I was having a lie in and that Allan had to go out and do a bush tucker trial thing with a scout troop up bexon lane and he would be gone in the morning so I would come and pick dad up when Allan got back and that I would bring him back to my house so I could get on with some stuff……..  plus he needs a new bog standard mobile phone as his is apparently not working properly..  (I think its more the operator that the phone but I stand to be corrected if I’m wrong)

So here I am… updating this blog while I’m waiting for Allan to get back and I have already had three calls from dad asking why I am late………..  arrrrgghhh!!