The madness continues .......

So I decided I had better exercise the dog. He got unfortunately side tracked, while I escaped my miserable Monday yesterday. And I'm out all day tomorrow doing daughtery stuff with my mum.

The sun was out and I thought a nice peaceful stroll along to a local beauty spot with the baby was on order. Hahahahahahahahahaha

20 mins later and I'm still wrestling him into the halti!!! The stress and fury are over taking my body as a neighbour I don't know very well tries to make small talk!!. The playful pup is trying to escape me and play with the neighbours at the same time. The king of the nappies is merrily tipping orange squash over his lap. And I'm yelling "SIT" when my head is screaming ' GO AWAY!!'

As you can see we all made it to the beauty spot, halti attached. And if you happened to pass us on our sunny trip to the park, wouldn't you think we all looked idyllic. I shall reign victorious :)

The rest of the day followed suit. I don't know why I feel the need to endure the stress that is after school ballet every single Tuesday, but I do.

Maybe its the wanting my child to succeed in ways I haven't been able to. Maybe its the wanting them to experience everything life has to offer. Maybe its even a desire for them to have an active and healthy lifestyle. But probably It's that eternal illogical guilt you aquire seconds after giving birth, mixed up with a bit of being able to show off and do the "my child can......." convesation. That means we end up changing out of school uniform in the car every Tuesday.

But they are doing a professional production in a couple of months that's going to cost me a fortune on tickets and costumes, so it will all be worth it.   

And so we begin..........

Well the Naval Hero has returned himself to the Navy, as we begin a new week. The Small people are all tucked up in their beds as is the doggy. So what is a lonely mummy to do on a lonely Sunday night? Yes you've got it, talk to herself!!! I've always been the kind of girl who waffles on and talks to much. And, truth be told that doesn't stop when people leave the room. My head carries on talking. I have many devices in which to channel this so I avoid being sectioned. I have for many years kept a diary, I have been an occasional blogger in the past and now I've discovered twitter, and begun my new diary, well............

So how has the weekend been? pretty normal for us. If you walked through my front door now, you would think I oozed calmness and serenity. My children are fed and clean, my housework is done and all is quiet. The problem is nobody ever does walk through my door right now. Now that the door hides a clean and calm household. The outside world saves its chance to knock on the door, for when the children are running semi naked with dinner round their mouths. When the dog is trying his best to shred a vital letter from school or bring the waste water pipe from the washing machine in through the back door. When my dinner is burning, my children are in the middle of a dispute and my dog is singing along to the ice cream van. (yes he does do that!!!)

It's called sod's law, and its the law we live by :)

for example, this week alone..........

sod's law, you finally get over a bad reaction to a mosquito bite on your eye. Which has left people wondering if you have been signed up to do the next domestic violence advert, Or if you're considering starting your own face painting business. You look in the mirror and recognise your reflection!!!! YAY!!!. Only for a few hours later to have a cold sore (so big you actually are considering the crash helmet approach from the advert) appear on your face!!!!!

Sod's law, your house is finally clean after having an army of 5 children under the age of six stampede through it all day!!!! when the Hero in our story brings the doggy home with a cut paw. Within minuets what was once a family home, resembles a crime scene from the film seven!!!!

Sod's law you find that other worksheet from school after the small people have not only finished homework and dinner, but gone to bed!!!!

and finally

Sod's law you get that hollow in the pit of your tummy and that choking in your throat.When you realise you can't function without the Hero. You cant possibly get through the week alone. After he has driven away.............Sod's law!!!