Loving this learning Lark!

As you have gathered if you read my last post, I have started on some Adult education…

WHY????

What? Well why because I can!

Why because it’s probably the most asked question every.

Some people dread going into their 50’s, Well I am embracing it… I don’t feel over 50, I don’t think I look over 50 (yes I know the fat fills the wrinkles)

and I don’t act over like I am over 50.  I do own a first class ticket to get discount at the hornby shop and cafe in Broadstairs. which I admit is a bonus when I am buying more trains and airfix things for the boys……………… Ok back to as I was saying..

I reached a point last year when I passed my 50th birthday that It was time for me to move on from being Mum to being me and having left school with no qualifications whatsoever, I managed to get a job straight away, in fact I have never had a problem getting any job I wanted in my life……….

I had a fantastic job in the Embassy and then from there when I came back to the uk I got a great job back here as a PA to an owner director in a tool business and worked there until I fell pregnant with my first child Michael. I left that job because I moved out of the area and started work up in London for the M.O.D for a while, I took leave and had my baby . Sadly my son was born stillborn and after a few weeks I decided that I needed to move back to Kent. Again within a few weeks I started a new job, Got pregnant again, had my son Daniel and then had my twins John and Sarah a year after… when my twins were a few months old I decided that I really needed to work again.. to be honest we needed the money and my husband at the time was one of those people who had no intention of ever working in his life… He also had no intention of looking after three children under the age of one and a half.. My only option was to find a job that fitted in with the childcare I could get… My parents… so while my husband was out with friends etc… I went to work. My parents took it in turns who was coming around to babysit… My hours were from 7pm to 11pm every day.. so basically I had all three children in bed by the time they came round…

I did this for a few years until my eldest was 3 and I wanted to get him in to a playgroup, at the time there were so few spaces that It was impossible to find one so after talking to a few friends and people at work, they offered sponsorship for setting up a new playgroup. My friend was qualified for working with children and we started out local playgroup, I did the administration side and helped out while my friend “C” took the role of boss and hired two staff to work there with us.

The playgroup was full to capacity with children within two weeks, I don’t know if it was because we were the only place with spaces but word got around fast and people liked us, soon we had a longer waiting list than a lot of other local playgroups.

I worked there right up until my 4th child Andrew was born, I then took a few months off before I went back, there was no problems having him there while I worked as he was such a good baby and of course everyone loved him, I then fell pregnant again and had my 5th child Hayley.. Now my first three children had started school and I had the two little ones… both too young for the playgroup but one very active toddler and a baby, this meant that working at the playgroup was getting impossible.

So I took a step back and just did the paperwork etc from home… Not long after this I moved to another town as we needed a bigger house………. I soon made friends and found someone who would look after my two little ones while I worked in the local shop.

this I did right up until my marriage broke up and there was a big split in the family. at this point I got another job in a radio station as a presenter and also in advertising, To be honest I preferred the background work to the being “On Air” side of things, Not long after I found myself pregnant again with my new partners baby.

Baby number 6…Alex.

My partner Allan was a head chef and working long hours……. So it got to the point where we had a newborn baby, I was leaving for work at 6.00am for a 7am start while my other half looked after Alex while I was at work, I would finish work about 2pm, get home for about 2.30pm and take over the responsible parent bit, looking after our son, then he would leave for his job as head chef in a big pub about 3.30pm….. and work right through and by the time he had finished supervising the clean up at the end of the night it would be about 1am when he got back in…. and I left for work at 6am and so the circle went on and on until my son was about 3 months old. Not only did we get the keys to our first house together as a family the first week of March, I also got very sick, I had a lump in my throat which had become more and more uncomfortable, this I had ignored for quite a long time but the day after we got the keys to the house I went to work in the morning and by 10am was so ill an ambulance was called and I was rushed off to hospital. I had an infected tumour and blood poisoning.. The be all and end all of it was I was seriously ill and in hospital and my other half was looking after a 3month old baby and moving into our house and visiting me in hospital. I decided then while I was there that if I made it.

(I honestly thought I was going to die at one point)

I would spend more time with my son.

So when I was discharged a few weeks later I spoke to my boss at the radio station and he agreed I could work from home for the sales part getting advertising for the radio station and then once I had appointments booked I would go out on the road to meetings so I could arrange them to fit in with my schedule … The problem with that is trying to hold a conversation by telesales with a baby /small child in the background.. after a while and a long discussion with my partner it was decided that I would for the first time in my life become a stay at home mum full-time.

Not only was I a stay at home mum to Alex I also had another baby who was baby number 7 for me which was Ali,  plus we had my step daughters Amber and Tammy, visit every other weekend ….. so that’s us…. 9 kids between us…..

So there I am, a stay at home mum. Don’t get me wrong I have loved each and every second of being there seeing all the milestones with my two sons that I missed with my other 5 children but when I got to 50 and Ali was settled in school I started to feel bored… I love being there for my kids and because Ali is a very special child for want of a better description He is Autistic although not what they class as very severe but can be very hard work at times, Socially Inept, and struggles to deal with any change at times, and is partially sighted being legally blind in one eye and extremely far-sighted in the other eye. This means that working full-time would be impossible for me. I need to be there for him during school holidays…. so what can I do… I needed to get the brain cells going again….. and although I have a lot of friends, I wanted something more challenging.. Allan has become a scout leader and I do a lot of help there…

We both had have red cross first aid experience in the past and when Allan did his first aid course for the scouts to get his back up to date I did mine as well, I then went on to do a course to obtain my Emergency First Aid at Work-Appointed Persons Certificate, which I did so I am a fully qualified first aider and rapid response at work first aider…

I do a lot of baking and love the sugar craft aspect of it, anyone can throw a slab of icing over a cake and cut out a few shapes and stick them on the top, but to make lovely roses etc takes real skill and I had always wanted to be able to do it , so I went on two sugarcraft courses, one basic and one advanced where you make the bouquets etc to go on top of wedding cakes as well. I loved every second but sadly this is not the sort of thing you put on your everyday cakes but I do practice and keep up most weeks.

So here we are now….. I am embarking on a course for supporting children’s learning… Why Not…….. the hours fit in with school hours and if I want It’s a skill and qualification that I can use to obtain a job.

That’s why!!

Anyway I wont go into too much detail on this blog but I am keeping another blog about the courses I am throwing myself into… and weekly work…….. homework… probably moaning and ranting and my homework,

http://50andstillyoung.wordpress.com/

While I’m unmotivated today people are suffering.

It brings it all into perspective.

On Friday morning, a man walked through the entrance of an elementary school and, without warning, began ruthlessly cutting down children at the school. Before he was subdued, nearly two dozen were hit.

While it sounds like the horrific massacre in Connecticut, this attack took place about 8,000 miles away in central China. And while several of the victims were reported in critical condition, non

e of the 22 children were killed. The 36-year-old suspect in China — which has strict gun control laws — attacked the children with a knife, according to local reports.“The huge difference between this case and the U.S. is not the suspect, nor the situation, but the simple fact he did not have an effective weapon,” said Dr. Ding Xueliang, a Harvard-educated sociologist at the University of Science and Technology in Hong Kong.

This is Victoria. She died a hero today. She hid her first graders in the cabinets and closets after hearing the gunfire. When the shooter came to her classroom, she told him that her students were in the gym. He then gunned her down and moved on. She saved the lives of all of her students.  She deserves to be remembered for her bravery.

This is Victoria. She died a hero today. She hid her first graders in the cabinets and closets after hearing the gunfire. When the shooter came to her classroom, she told him that her students were in the gym. He then gunned her down and moved on. She saved the lives of all of her students. She deserves to be remembered for her bravery.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2248574/Sandy-Hook-shooting-The-child-victims-gunned-Adam-Lanza-school-Connecticut.html

 

RIP:

Charlotte Bacon, 6;
Daniel Barden, 7;
Olivia Engel, 6;
Josephine Gay, 7;
Ana M. Marquez-Greene, 6;
Dylan Hockley, 6;
Madeline F. Hsu, 6;
Catherine V Hubbard, 6;
Chase Kowalski, 7;
Jesse Lewis, 6;
James Mattioli, 6;
Grace McDonnell, 7;
Emile Parker, 6;
Jack Pinto, 6;
Noah Pozner, 6;
Caroline Previdi, 6;
Jessica Rekos, 6;
Avielle Richman, 6;
Benjamin Wheeler, 6;
Allison N. Wyatt, 6

Lauren Russeau, 30;
Mary Sherlach, 56;
Victoria Soto, 27;
Anne Marie Murphy, 52
Rachel Davino, 29;
Dawn Hocksprung, 47;

our thoughts are with the families of these people at this time …. an empty place at the table, an empty bed at night … how can you ever move past this type of loss ?

Show your spots, let’s raise lots! Children In Need 2012

Last  Friday They were supporting  Children in Need up the School, For those who don’t know what Children in need is…

It is a campaign held in the United Kingdom to raise money for the charity Children in Need. 2012 marks the 32nd anniversary of the appeal which culminates in a live broadcast on BBC One on the evening of Friday 16 November until the early hours of Saturday 17 November.

The broadcast  is hosted by Terry Wogan, with Tess Daly, Fearne Cotton and Nick Grimshaw as co-hosts.

The show was broadcast from BBC Television Centre in London but also includes regular regional opt-outs presented from various locations around the UK.

The money contributed to Children in Need is distributed to organisations supporting children in the UK aged 18 and under who have mental, physical or sensory disorders; behavioural or psychological disorders; are living in poverty or situations of deprivation; or suffering through distress, sexual abuse or neglect.

This year, The BBC’s Children in Need appeal raised more than £26 million during this year’s live television show, beating the 2011 total.

 

And I as always have done my bit in a way.. (A very little bit I do confess)

 

I always make cakes for the boys classes at school, Using the proper children in need cases so I donate in two ways there, Once for the cases and again for the ingredients and time etc… *righteous feeling* but I do bake about 200 usually and they school sell them at about 25p a cake… And I was told they sold out in about 10 mins so that made £50 🙂

 

As usually we have the rejects at home.. the ones that didn’t rise enough or were just not good enough to take to the school,

 

And of course the boys have their dress up day which we make a donation to children in need… this year they had to have spots..

Now this was one of the easiest dress up days because they both already had a Yellow T-shirt for some other event they had to dress up as, (cant remember what it was now) and I just got some felt tip markers and spottified their T-shirts.

 

A very good friend Vickie… (Hellooooooooooo and waves,  as I know you are reading ) Was doing the car washing with a group of people at £3 each

And boy did they earn the money as it was freezing out there. .. We took both our car’s, Admittedly we made their earn their money as they were both really dirty ..*insert guilty feeling* But even if they had been clean we would have taken them along.

They raised an incredible £238.47

So well done to all of them.. 🙂 It really was an incredible achievement and they should be so proud of themselves,

So I feel that I have done by bit one way or another..

and lets face it every little helps 🙂

FOLLOW THESE 14 SIMPLE TESTS BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO HAVE CHILDREN:

I saw this and it really made me Laugh

 

Test 1

 

Women: to prepare for maternity, put on a dressing gown and stick a beanbag down the front. Leave it there for 9 months. After 9 months remove 5% of the beans.

 

Men: to prepare for paternity, go to a local chemist, tip the contents of your wallet onto the counter and tell the pharmacist to help himself. Then go to the supermarket. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office. Go home. Pick up the newspaper and read it for the last time.

 

Test 2

 

Find a couple who are already parents and berate them about their methods of discipline, lack of patience, appallingly low tolerance levels and how they have allowed their children to run wild. Suggest ways in which they might improve their child’s sleeping habits, toilet training, table manners and overall behavior. Enjoy it. It will be the last time in your life that you will have all the answers.

 

Test 3

 

To discover how the nights will feels:

 

1. Walk around the living room from 5pm to 10pm carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 4 – 6kg, with a radio turned to static (or some other obnoxious sound) playing loudly.

 

2. At 10pm, put the bag down, set the alarm for midnight and go to sleep.

 

3. Get up at 12pm and walk the bag around the living room until 1am.

 

4.Set the alarm for 3am.

 

5. As you can’t get back to sleep, get up at 2am and make a cup of tea.

 

6. Go to bed at 2.45am.

 

7. Get up again at 3am when the alarm goes off.

 

8. Sing songs in the dark until 4am.

 

9. Put the alarm on for 5am. Get up when it goes off.

 

10. Make breakfast. Keep this up for 5 years.

 

LOOK CHEERFUL.

 

Test 4

 

Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems:

 

1. Buy a live octopus and a string bag.

 

2. Attempt to put the octopus into the string bag so that no arms hang out.

 

3. Time allowed for this: 5 minutes.

 

Test 5

 

Forget the BMW and buy a practical 5 door wagon. And don’t think that you can leave it out on the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don’t look like that.

 

1. Buy a chocolate ice cream cone and put it in the glove compartment.

 

2. Leave it there.

 

3. Get a coin. Insert it into the cd player.

 

4. Take a box of chocolate biscuits; mash them into the back seat.

 

5. Run a garden rake along both sides of the car.

 

Test 6

Get ready to go out

 

1. Wait

 

2. Go out the front door

 

3. Come back in again

 

4. Go out

 

5. Come back in again

 

6. Go out again

 

7. Walk down the front path

 

8. Walk back up it

 

9. Walk down it again

 

10. Walk very slowly down the road for five minutes.

 

11. Stop, inspect minutely and ask at least 6 questions about every piece of used chewing gum, dirty tissue and dead insect along the way.

 

12. Retrace your steps

 

13. Scream that you have had as much as you can stand until the neighbors come out and stare at you.

 

14. Give up and go back into the house.

 

15. You are now just about ready to try taking a small child for a walk.

 

Test 7

 

Repeat everything you say at least 5 times.

 

Test 8

 

Go to the local supermarket. Take with you the nearest thing you can find to a pre-school child. A full-grown goat is excellent. If you intend to have more than one child, take more than one goat.

 

Buy your weeks groceries without letting the goat(s) out of your sight. Pay for everything the goat eats or destroys. Until you can easily accomplish this, do not even contemplate having children.

 

Test 9

 

1. Hollow out a melon

 

2. Make a small hole in the side

 

3. Suspend the melon from the ceiling and swing it side to side

 

4. Now get a bowl of soggy cornflakes and attempt to spoon them into the swaying melon while pretending to be an aeroplane.

 

5. Continue until half the cornflakes are gone.

 

6. Tip the rest into your lap, making sure that a lot of it falls on the floor.

 

7. You are now ready to feed a 12-month old child.

 

Test 10

 

Learn the names of every character from the Wiggles, Barney, Teletubbies and Disney. Watch nothing else on television for at least 5 years.

 

Test 11

 

Can you stand the mess children make? To find out:

 

1. Smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains

 

2. Hide a fish behind the stereo and leave it there all summer.

 

3. Stick your fingers in the flower beds and then rub them on clean walls.

 

4. Cover the stains with crayon.

 

5. How does that look?

 

Test 12

 

Make a recording of someone shouting “Mummy” repeatedly. Important: no more than a 4 second delay between each Mummy – occasional crescendo to the level of a supersonic jet if required. Play this tape in your car, everywhere you go for the next 4 years. You are now ready to take a long trip with a toddler.

 

Test 13

 

Start talking to an adult of your choice. Have someone else continually tug on your shirt hem or shirt sleeve while playing the Mummy tape listed above. You are now ready to have a conversation with an adult while there’s a child in the room.

 

Test 14

 

Put on your finest work attire. Pick a day on which you have an important meeting. Now:

 

1. Take a cup of cream and put 1 cup of lemon juice in it

 

2. Stir

 

3. Dump half of it on your nice silk shirt

 

4. Saturate a towel with the other half of the mixture

 

5. Attempt to clean your shirt with the same saturated towel

 

6. Do not change, you have no time.

 

7. Go directly to work

 

You are now ready to have kids. ENJOY!!!

The Great Storm…. 1987……….. 25 years on

It was the morning after the night before that no one will ever forget.

People across Kent were waking up to the devastation left by the Great Storm of 1987 exactly 25 years ago today.

Winds of more than 130 miles-an-hour battered the county, flattening trees and ripping tiles from rooves roofs ?  not sure on that one!

How did it affect me, We had two fatalities in the house

At the time there was only myself, My Husband and my three oldest… Daniel who was 2 and the twins who were 1, All of them slept right through the storm…

I was woken up in the night and thought wow its windy out there and went back to sleep again. I woke at 6am and when I looked out the back as I was coming downstairs I could see every fence panel was down… the shed (which was packed out with stuff) was 4 ft away from the concrete base it once stood one. Luckily not one thing was damaged the fence panels were old and had just blown down flat so could all be fixed in the week that followed… the shed we had to empty… and then get 4 strong men to pick it up and put it back on its base and then re fill …. like I said not one thing was damaged inside it… I think to be honest what saved it was the fact that it was jam packed with stuff.. it stopped it being blown down the terrace of gardens which was the fate all our neighbours sheds had.

 

I came straight downstairs and opened the front door… We had a big purple beech tree out the front of our house… Emphasis on “Had” because this tree had blown over and was resting between my house and my neighbours house… we were both end of terrace and it was litterlly between our houses… if it had fallen 2 ft to the right it would have gone right through Daniels bedroom we were so lucky..

as it goes it had taken roof tiles off from the branches if it had blown the other way it would have crushed the car as that was parked next to it… again pure luck…

 

I went into the kitchen to make myself a coffee and noticed that the two budgies we had on top of the fridge freezer were going scatty in their cage flying from perch to perch constantly… and shaking..

 

After I had coffee I got the kids and my husband up and we watched the news of how the whole south of England had been hit by this hurricane storm what ever you want to call it.

 

I got the keys to my mum and dads house which we were watching for them while they were abroad in Zambia on a posting… I got there and apart from a few roof tiles and a tv aerial there was nothing wrong

 

I spoke to my mums next door neighbour who had lost his entire conservatory (my mum and dads was fine) and mentioned the budgies behaviour to him as he was a breeder and in fact where we had got the budgies from in the first place and he told me not to worry as it was probably shock and they would settle down soon.

 

I went home and lo and behold they were both dead at the bottom of the cage:

Our luck had run out.

Compared to some of the tragedy that happened that night I think someone or something was looking over our household… My children were safe and that is the most important thing.

I don’t think Michael Fish has ever lived this down…

His broadcast before hand


I think because of this weather forecast I have never truly taken much notice of them since.
despite the fact that he denies it wasn’t him

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7042220.stm

Domestic havoc

Looking around this house and it’s messy…..again.

The party of summer is over, and the groove of school is upon us. we are in the the third week back now…

Anyways  My house is a mess.  A time-consuming, fixable mess that I resent having to clean.
Everywhere I look I see visual chaos – stacks of books on the landing, clothes that need to be folded and put away upstairs now I have brought them in from the washing line.
I have said it before but I fear that I am one pile away from being a guest star on Hoarders.
You may say I am slightly exaggerating . It really isn’t that bad but to me It is.

I spent hours cleaning, folding washing and feeling organised on the weekend only to turn around and find it messy again. 

In fact yesterday I cleaned up again, but you wouldn’t know it today. There’s popcorn, paper, clothes and towels all over the floor and dishes to be done (I just loaded the dishwasher last night, how did they all get dirty again?).

I have bed wetting washing to do….Again (when will that ever end I have had all these kids and not one was a bed wetter until I had Ali, ). I have been told its a possibility because he is autistic… I know its not every night in fact its only once every couple of weeks, just when we think we have cracked it.. we get the accident, 😦

I really don’t want to do any of it and am feeling quite overwhelmed by the constant chores that seem to invade my life. I have Allan at home with me at the moment and yes he helps but not much… he will do an odd DIY job for me and then make twice as much mess as there was before, he never puts anything away… he will start big jobs like sorting all he books out on the shelves in our room… stack 100’s up on the landing to go into the loft and that’s as far as its got. Having a teenager girl… Well 20 next march is not much help either as she just makes more mess, I have never known anyone trash a bathroom like she can when she has a shower… she used soap… I mean WTF.. who uses soap nowadays?? we all use shower gel or bath cream but not her she uses soap and its always covered in hair. EWWWEEE!

I know how my parents felt now as she gets up, showers, goes out… (I used to work but she just goes out with friends and boyfriend) she comes in late at night and I’m talking 2 or 3 am and has her dinner.. I leave he’s in the microwave so at least I know she has eaten something. an old saying was brought to my attention the other day by a friend… “you treat this place like a hotel” I am now holding back from saying it as I remember my mother saying that to me.

Oh And then there is the washing just put by the machine for it to magically be done for her ready to wear next time. I can feel the annoyance kicking in and these feelings simmer within me as I attempt to clean and clear up and am continually met by extra demands of the boys, the man, the step daughter. I am desperately trying to stay calm and not take my annoyance out on the kids honest, but I feel my attempts becoming very strained. This anger and annoyance is sitting in my throat, just waiting to escape by way of yelling, slamming something down, or simply falling apart momentarily.

I’m hormonal after a fact in that I am nearly 50 but still not gone completely through the change.. (that’s not helping), I’m annoyed, I couldn’t be bothered and all I want to do is sit down with a cup of tea and watch a dvd or go on the pc and go on facebook,  in the comfort of a nice clean house and no interruptions. In an ideal world we would win the lottery and I would have “Staff” clear up after everyone So what do I do? Firstly, stop. Right now, stop in my tracks, take a few deep breaths and reflect on what I’ve been thinking. Look at this opening paragraph. It is full of conversation that is in conflict with the reality of what is presently going on and the reality of life as a parent. It is this resistance of reality that is causing my stress and the simmering emotion of anger. Anger is caused because we enter into these conversations in our minds about how something shouldn’t be the way that it is. We are in conflict between what is and what we believe it ‘should’ be. The house is messy right now! This is reality. As part of the agreement made between me and my partner when he was in full time employment, and how we share the workload, I am responsible for the upkeep of the house, him the garden and the DIY jobs,

This is reality. The kids need me to help them with things. This is reality. As a mum there is lots of tasks that I need to do. This is reality. This is not the only part of my life. It is just parts of the goods and bads that come with everything in life. That is also reality. There is no point allowing myself to enter into conversations in my mind about how it should be different to the way that it is and how I don’t want to do it, because this is only going to cause me to feel angry and resentful. Do I really want to feel angry or resentful? Do I enjoy having these feeling? Of course not I love my boys more than anything in the world. So if the reality is that you have to do the housework and are regularly interrupted, how are you going to stop feeling angry or resentful? Change the way I think about it.

The first thing I need to do when I start to notice how bad I feel, is to shift my focus from what isn’t happening, to the reality of the situation, and then on to what I’m going to do about this new reality. So how can I look at this situation differently? What are the good aspects to my life that I can focus on? I get to be a stay at home mum. I have a partner who doesn’t care about a bit of mess here and there and doesn’t pressure me to keep it pristine clean. I have two healthy, happy boys. I am grateful that I even have so many things that it can make a house messy. I have a roof over my head. There was a time when I had the clothes I stood up in and nothing else.. I had lost the lot. This is good.

I can feel that heavy feeling in my body starting to lift. This part of my life is not the only part of my life. I went out the other day, I met up with friends for coffee, I had a bath the other night and relaxed, last night the kids were in bed early and I got to watch Master chef and the cupcake girls, sometimes my house is clean,

I always make sure I cook or provide a proper meal for the boys, that I am up to date with the washing so they wear clean clothes to school every day, I get quiet time 5 days a week when the kids are at school but then I have to go out, be it shopping or socialising. So what am I now going to do? Well because I changed my thinking to being back in alignment with reality and have consciously decided to look at the situation from a different more expanded perspective, I am now ready to tackle the reality of the messy house again.

Do I like it? No.

Am I going to all of a sudden love doing housework and chores? No. But I’m not feeling angry and overwhelmed by it. The house may be untidy at times, but then my boys are happy, we go out as a family, I get to see my friends, I don’t have to spend hours every day totally cleaning the house top to bottom because that is what is expected of me. I have stopped expecting it of myself. Yes it gets me down when the place looks like a bomb has hit it and no one does anything to the point where they would rather step over a book back or pair of shoes on the floor rather than pick it up.. ok in all fairness Allan does help out especially when I was ill. but then he is also guilty of making a lot of the mess.

Do I intend to spend my whole life picking up after them… NO… will I try to make time to tidy up when they are at school… Probably… Maybe……. It depends…

Now, time to stop writing and start cleaning! or I could just do something else!!  I’ll get to it later.


The old woman who lived in a shoe, How I can sympathise!!

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe

She had so many children she didn’t know what to do.

She gave them broth without any bread,

Then whipped them all soundly

And put them to bed.

Oh how I sympathise with this woman!

Looking after kids is kind of ‘kicking my ass’ (thanks for that eloquent expression Mr Brad Pitt). My children are aged between 26 and 5. Looking after 7 kids was a no brainier. The older 5 no longer live with me, but have taken their toll on my life.. The youngest two having had them in my 40’s… Being an older mum… WOW

Now it’s a whole new ball game. The days are fine. they are now at school. and I still never get anything done. I either have my dad round or I take the rare opportunity to go shopping child free. or *shock horror* have a social life as such and talk to friends, Ok I do the basic necessities in the house but by no means am I house proud.
It’s the weekends that are the worst though, Nothing at all gets done in the house, well nothing but washing of school clothes and cooking to feed everyone. These two boys are constantly hungry. Occasionally, they forget their evil plans and I find myself able to jump on the treadmill for an hour and actually have a tidy up and get some bits done around the house.  holidays are the worst… the house really suffers… Trying to keep them amused, take them out, or let them get on with just trashing the house, I either join in with them or try to let them take over the house, I mean what else can I do? Basically its days filled with doing laundry, cooking, and visiting playgrounds or indoor soft play area’s when its too cold to play out.

It’s the evenings that are slowly driving me insane.Every day at 4pm when they get home from school, someone replaces my nice, normal children with screaming, bitching, fighting, terrifying little monsters. The rooms that I spent hours cleaning are decimated in minutes. My floors are suddenly covered in so much crap I have to wade through them. (yes ok the dog is to blame for a lot of that, he loves raiding the recycle bag to find some cardboard boxes to chew..)

Throw in homework, , making dinner, Taking Alex to Karate and by 9pm I am a zombie. I swear that Allan thinks I’m being overly dramatic when he walks in the door each night to a trashed house and I feed him and the kids, get them to bed and then retreat in the corner of the front room by the pc to spend just five bloody minutes on Facebook. After all, I get to stay at home all day just trying to survive being an older mum.

I think the old woman in the shoe just wanted some damn peace and quiet so she could update her status. 🙄