I have a house that needs some serious decluttering. There is ‘stuff’ everywhere.
The kids’ toys need a sort out, their craft bits and pieces are all mixed up in a pile on the dining table and my desk has layers going back to this time last year. Our bedroom is a dumping ground for everyone else’s rubbish and everyone’s clothing needs a sort through.
Our house is not too dirty as we have a cleaner twice a week. The poor woman tries very hard to impose some order on the chaos but there is a limit what she can do. I really need to get my A into G and do ‘something’. read more
Last Sunday was our 12th wedding anniversary, and we decided that this year we would go out for a change.
Last year, and a lot of the ones before that, we’ve stayed in. We’ve still marked the occasion with alcohol and a DVD, but actually going out has always seemed like too much effort. To Go Out you have to book a baby sitter, change into some clothes that haven’t been adorned with snot, food or drink, make a decision about where to go and actually book a table or some tickets. It all seemed like far too much hard work when we could simply send the kids to bed, open some wine and flop down in front of the TV.
I don’t know what changed our minds this year; 12 years isn’t a particularly special anniversary but we were both keen to leave the house. Maybe it’s because the kids are older so we feel more comfortable about leaving them with complete strangers. DS’s speech is so much better than it was and he goes to bed so nicely at night. On the other hand, the girls are now a complete nightmare to get down at night. A break from the nightly bedtime drama certainly sounded very attractive. So plans were made. read more
Apparently, I have the feet of an footballer. But before you start thinking this is good news, let me assure you that in my case, it’s not.
Yesterday, I went to see an orthopedic surgeon who specialises in ankles and feet. My foot is still not 100% from when I injured it a couple of months ago. The swelling has gone down, and it’s not painful as such but it is tender. And it feels slightly unstable. I feel like it’s very vulnerable to getting really sore again.
We are lucky enough to have private health care through DH’s work with AXA PPP, and would totally recommend them. They have mostly been fantastic whenever we’ve need to be referred, and it means we’ve been seen quickly without clogging up the NHS waiting lists.
So when I went off to the GP, she listened to my tale of woe, had a quick look at my poorly hoof and agreed I needed referring. I looked up foot doctors on the internet, found someone who worked out of one of our local private hospitals and rung the insurance company.
A week later I found myself sitting in Dr Foot’s waiting room. read more
I don’t go into London by myself very often.
Yeah sure, over the last couple of months I’ve been to Cybher and Britmums Live, but for those I had DH at home. If anything went wrong, he was the one in the firing line. The kids and dogs were officially no longer my responsibility.
So I’ll amend my opening statement to ‘ I don’t go into London by myself very often without having made sure there is someone at home to deal with any crises that might arise’.
Last time I tried, and went to Blogcamp last year, this is what happened. read more
Sorry, for the grim expression.
It’s Friday morning, I’ve had less than the requisite 6 hours sleep, we have sports day today and it’s grey and windy, I have at least 23 things I’d rather be doing, and I have to drive over to the ‘other’ side of the A40 and see a client this afternoon.
I don’t like feeling pressured, so this is my anxious face. Anyhow, you are not supposed to be looking at my face. This is a photo of my hair. read more
We have been through so many things together over the years. You’ve helped me celebrate during the good times, and you’ve listened to me rant and cry during the bad. I know I’ve gladly done the same for you.
You haven’t just been a shoulder to lean on; talking to you has helped me process events and come to important realisations. You have been cheaper than therapy on many an occasion and we’ve often laughed together until our pelvic floors threatened to fail. When life threw lemons at me, you gave me recipes for lemonade and we’ve talked over many different relationship, health, emotional and parenting issues.
Oh I know we don’t always agree. Some of you read the Daily Mail, but I forgive you. You ignore my lack of fashion sense and I put up with the jokes about my dodgy accent. I’m about as politically aware as a satsuma and can’t see the point of speaking a foreign language, whereas you can’t tell a crotchet from a quaver and have no interest in music. I don’t believe in God, private education or make up. But we are still friends. read more
The radio station we listen to is running a competition at the moment where people register and leave their phone number. If the hosts pick their number, and rings them, they have to answer with a ROAR! It’s been going all week and I’ve not heard anyone win yet. Just polite voices saying , ‘Hello?’. It’s made me laugh a little.
But maybe I should register my details because, today all I feel like doing is roaring. I am in a Very Bad Mood. read more
I have a sore foot and it’s making me miserable.
It’s so sore that I was in tears yesterday walking the dogs. When I started walking it was merely a little achey, but by the time I had walked across the park I was in agony and took half an hour to get back to the car. I had to limp from bench to bench, and sit down and rest for 5 minutes between efforts.
And when I got home, and took my shoe off, I was shocked to see how swollen my foot was. It hadn’t been like that in the morning, had it?
I could see my child-free day evaporating, as the need to get my poor foot checked out became increasingly apparent. I walk a lot; the school run is a school walk, the dogs need a long walk every day, god damn it *I* need a walk every day. And don’t forget it’s Cybher this weekend; I’m not exactly going to be able to sit on my arse for the entire day, am I? The thought ’Arghhhhhh!’ echoed through my head. read more
There are only three days to go until Cybher, so I guess I should do this.
I’m not much of a meeter or a greeter as I’m faceblind, so I tend to stick with people I know well, but everyone else seems to be doing it so….baaaaa…here I am.
Name : Jacq
Twitter ID : @mymumdom & @thevisitingvet
Height : 5’9″
Hair : Mainly grey, with a bit of red at the ends. Not a good look I know but I’ve given up dyeing my hair and growing it out takes time.
Five things you should know about me…
1. I’m not originally from the UK but I love it and have no intention of moving ‘back ‘home’.
2. I live in London with my British husband, 4 children, 2 dogs, 2 cats, 2 rats and 1 hamster.
3. I love walking the dogs, reading and writing, good food, red wine and box sets.
4. I have no interest in fashion, diets, cosmetics or celebrities.
5. I hate housework, brussel sprouts and bathtime.
That’s more than 5 isn’t it? Maths was never a strong point.
If you are going to Cybher, and haven’t done a Meet & Greet yet, then get writing and link up here.
My children love it when I talk about them ‘when they were babies’. They will spend hours looking at baby photos and videos, and often grill me about their births and babyhoods, in an attempt to try and glean a sliver of information that they didn’t know before.
I was driving DD1 home from horse riding today, when she asked me what my first memory of her was.
Well, of course I remember her at the birth, and the midwife handing my baby to me. I also remember staring at her in shock, thinking OMG, I have a baby! Of course I knew that because I was pregnant there would most likely be a baby at the end of the 40 weeks, but I hadn’t really *believed* it. I hope someone out there will know what I mean. read more