Shit days

If your having one of those "why do I bother leaving the bed?!?" Kind of days. Take some comfort from the fact that you are not alone........I have them too......regularly.

Take today for example, after spending all of what was the hottest day of the year so far, stuck in my shit heap of a car with 3 children bursting with energy. Travelling to the other side of the country......just to come back again. I have had to get up early (oh didums, I hear you moan) but did 'I' have to get up early? Am I spending the day with nanny for a sleepover? Am I going to browse new cars after smashing mine up? Am I the one in need of the shopping center even? .......no, no I am not!!

Yet I'm up being slave to every other inhabitant of the house.

Unfortunately "can I have breakfast?" Can not be answered with "do it your fucking self" when asked by a five year old.

And equally "can you help me get dressed/tidy my room/wipe my arse/etc, etc" can not be replied with "piss off!!" No matter how much I feel like saying it (not even just once for some small amusement) apparently its child abuse and bad parenting........

Yet when I ask for someone to help me or do something like, say oh I dont know tidy there toys or bring there empty bowl out or help me in some small way. It's ignored.
Well I say ignored. A better discription would be left until I go fucking spastic and start doing it myself anyway

So were now 2hrs behind. Do I care? No I do not........
Oh yeah and I had to queue for my petrol!!........the fucking cheek of it!! This country, honestly.......  

The 7yr Itch

Don't panic, I'm not moving house again...........yet ;) And I'm already divorced, so there's no fear of that either!! No, what the title refers to is the fact that I am now the mother of a 7 year old!!!!!!! I know, UNBELIEVABLE!!!!!!!! that and we are once again infested with the little critters that like to live in children's hair :(

So we've been having lots of fun. We've been de-fleeing each other which has also cleared up some of the cradle cap on Henry's head :)

Each and every morning my offspring queue up for a good old fashioned scalping with the little metal comb. I get great satisfaction from laying the evictee's out on a piece of crystal white kitchen roll. Luckily the sailor is somewhat folically challenged so you would spot any nits a mile off. Still not a nice job and even more disheartening that this latest episode means polly is using up all my hairspray in an attempt to stop others catching her dreaded nits!!!

check out some of our 2012 spring anti-nit hair collection, on the right hand side

So anyway, Getting back to the birthday boy!!!!!! 7!!!!!!!!!! seriously how did that even happen??

Stanley has been so excited it is untrue!! and to quote him, he has "been waiting his whole life to be 7!!"

everything he does is because he is 7 now. He even stopped a lady on the way to school to tell her he has to use an electric toothbrush now he is 7 (no Stan mummy just buys shit presents)

And he is now a responsible pet owner. The proud owner of a 10week old Hamster named Nibbles.

And I am left in disbelief and awe whenever i see the sensitive, clever, caring and capable young boy he has become.(this last line may get edited out depending on how successful the fortnight Easter holidays are).