Ok, I need help.
I am pants at revising, pants at retaining information unless it's which Superhero wear his pants on the outside and just pants at reading symbols.
So this information doesn't really bode well for my theory test on thursday.
Help!!!
I have a book...which I am still ploughing through, and I am completing an online test on a nightly basis...of which I am now improving on. However, I went into a small panic today thinking, maybe it's the wrong test!! Maybe all the questions I have revised it won't have.
I am going to fail - I have a feeling of impending doom - no really I have, even more than normal.
How can I be that dim? It's not rocket science after all...I should know most of it bearing in mind I drive a car.
So thursday evenings blog, may indeed be a tad sad - just warning y'all now.
Monday, 10 September 2012
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Little boys...
I am having a slumber party...well at least that is what it feels like.
I have five boy bodies scattered around the house and chosen bedrooms. Alas so far, no one is asleep, do you think it may be a long night?
B is working tonight, so her boys are bunking down with my hobbits...we have staggered bedtimes, sung songs and threatened fates worse than death if no one is asleep by eight, however they are still going.
I reason, that they will have to sleep at some point.
It has pretty much been like that all day, and at one point there were six young boys in the house all doing their own thing and vying for attention...luckily I did have help and support at one point. A very worthy opponent.
It has been a good weekend for many reasons, and although having six/five boys running you ragged all day can be exhausting at the end of the day, I actually don't think I would have it any other way.
Long may it reign!
I have five boy bodies scattered around the house and chosen bedrooms. Alas so far, no one is asleep, do you think it may be a long night?
B is working tonight, so her boys are bunking down with my hobbits...we have staggered bedtimes, sung songs and threatened fates worse than death if no one is asleep by eight, however they are still going.
I reason, that they will have to sleep at some point.
It has pretty much been like that all day, and at one point there were six young boys in the house all doing their own thing and vying for attention...luckily I did have help and support at one point. A very worthy opponent.
It has been a good weekend for many reasons, and although having six/five boys running you ragged all day can be exhausting at the end of the day, I actually don't think I would have it any other way.
Long may it reign!
Saturday, 8 September 2012
Looking up...
Well, tonight I am off out on my own.
No girlies or hobbits, just me... I feel this freedom may just go to my head, and I may end up in a nightclub dancing until the wee early hours to rave music, and a gathering of teenagers....just for fun you understand.
Alternatively I may meet someone and take a romantic stroll along the beach...ok, ok, I will try not to get ahead of myself, eh?
Today has been a busy but enjoyable day. Lots of tedious jobs finished, like washing the car and washing the kitchen floor...however there was a nice summer break moment at about 2pm, when B and I met on her lawn for a glass of Pimms...alas we were just missing two others to join us, but maybe tomorrow.
Interestingly, we talked about how much easier how lives are now. Even though we are both now on our own, life before was so much harder and we are grateful for the ease of things.
It may have been the Pimm's talking, but anything that confirms that decisions you have made were right is helpful. You can never see what great things are around the corner, but things can only get better when you've hit rock bottom.
Because from the bottom you look up and can see the sunshine.
No girlies or hobbits, just me... I feel this freedom may just go to my head, and I may end up in a nightclub dancing until the wee early hours to rave music, and a gathering of teenagers....just for fun you understand.
Alternatively I may meet someone and take a romantic stroll along the beach...ok, ok, I will try not to get ahead of myself, eh?
Today has been a busy but enjoyable day. Lots of tedious jobs finished, like washing the car and washing the kitchen floor...however there was a nice summer break moment at about 2pm, when B and I met on her lawn for a glass of Pimms...alas we were just missing two others to join us, but maybe tomorrow.
Interestingly, we talked about how much easier how lives are now. Even though we are both now on our own, life before was so much harder and we are grateful for the ease of things.
It may have been the Pimm's talking, but anything that confirms that decisions you have made were right is helpful. You can never see what great things are around the corner, but things can only get better when you've hit rock bottom.
Because from the bottom you look up and can see the sunshine.
Friday, 7 September 2012
When babysitting goes wrong...
This evening the girls came round.
There was a brief interlude when I had to pop out for an hour or so....
"Don't worry," was the chorus..."the boys will be fine."
Trusting them implicitly, I left my hobbits in the very careful hands of J and C.
Thankfully, C kept her head screwed on and when I arrived home hobbits were indeed in bed.
However, J was more than two sheets to the wind, left a small chow mein trail to her chair after dishing up her Chinese takeaway, had had her mobile telephone confiscated and said I love you to more than one person in the house.
Thankfully the boys love her to bits, cos she is babysitting for the whole evening tomorrow! C...I need a favour, just text her to make sure she hasn't started on the blossom before the boys have gone to sleep
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There was a brief interlude when I had to pop out for an hour or so....
"Don't worry," was the chorus..."the boys will be fine."
Trusting them implicitly, I left my hobbits in the very careful hands of J and C.
Thankfully, C kept her head screwed on and when I arrived home hobbits were indeed in bed.
However, J was more than two sheets to the wind, left a small chow mein trail to her chair after dishing up her Chinese takeaway, had had her mobile telephone confiscated and said I love you to more than one person in the house.
Thankfully the boys love her to bits, cos she is babysitting for the whole evening tomorrow! C...I need a favour, just text her to make sure she hasn't started on the blossom before the boys have gone to sleep
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Thursday, 6 September 2012
Bad parent...
What is it about tea time that reduces my hobbits to a gaggling bundle of giggles?
I fear that I have no control over them and their infectious laughter.
I know I should reprimand them for burping, farting or speaking with their mouth full - but alas I end up often laughing with them...does this make me a bad parent?
Stern faced I say, "Don't speak with your mouthful." Which 9 times out of 10 sends them into laughter, and after some initial concentration I eventually can't help but join them - I am clearly a failure. My hobbits will grow up with dreadful table manners and it will all be my fault.
It can be very hard when you don't have a second parent to back you up in your quest for the perfect child, and having three infectious giggly hobbits often means they rub off on each other and make the whole situation worse than it was.
There are some that view my life as very hard and complicated.
"Oh my god, three boys...really? How do you cope?"
"They are a little noisy aren't they?"
"Why would you choose to have three?" An odd question if ever there was one, but has been asked on numerous occasions.
Well, to be honest having three was not a deliberate choice - falling pregnant very quickly after having our first child was not exactly planned, and being told it was twins - was definitely not mentioned in the small print. The fact that sods law gave me all boys, was just karma of something I had done in a previously life.
However, individually they bring happiness and sunshine to my life, and lately not many things do that - so actually I am more than lucky to have them.
For those who look at me with concern as I bundle my way through supermarkets, and argue for the fifteenth time to put on their shoes/get dressed/clean their teeth/bring their bikes in - or whatever comment you add here, well to be honest you don't really see what I see.
Maybe you only had girls, or one child, or a large age gap between your children - but please don't judge my boys, because they are amazing.
They are the only ones who know when to hug me instinctively; who bring me home made paintings with pasta on them or who make me feel special EVERY day.
Who said children should be seen and not heard? A foolhardy person if you ask me, because isn't that what children are all about? Learning, shouting and having fun?
So far they have completed me in every way - I can't wait to see what they do in the future.
I fear that I have no control over them and their infectious laughter.
I know I should reprimand them for burping, farting or speaking with their mouth full - but alas I end up often laughing with them...does this make me a bad parent?
Stern faced I say, "Don't speak with your mouthful." Which 9 times out of 10 sends them into laughter, and after some initial concentration I eventually can't help but join them - I am clearly a failure. My hobbits will grow up with dreadful table manners and it will all be my fault.
It can be very hard when you don't have a second parent to back you up in your quest for the perfect child, and having three infectious giggly hobbits often means they rub off on each other and make the whole situation worse than it was.
There are some that view my life as very hard and complicated.
"Oh my god, three boys...really? How do you cope?"
"They are a little noisy aren't they?"
"Why would you choose to have three?" An odd question if ever there was one, but has been asked on numerous occasions.
Well, to be honest having three was not a deliberate choice - falling pregnant very quickly after having our first child was not exactly planned, and being told it was twins - was definitely not mentioned in the small print. The fact that sods law gave me all boys, was just karma of something I had done in a previously life.
However, individually they bring happiness and sunshine to my life, and lately not many things do that - so actually I am more than lucky to have them.
For those who look at me with concern as I bundle my way through supermarkets, and argue for the fifteenth time to put on their shoes/get dressed/clean their teeth/bring their bikes in - or whatever comment you add here, well to be honest you don't really see what I see.
Maybe you only had girls, or one child, or a large age gap between your children - but please don't judge my boys, because they are amazing.
They are the only ones who know when to hug me instinctively; who bring me home made paintings with pasta on them or who make me feel special EVERY day.
Who said children should be seen and not heard? A foolhardy person if you ask me, because isn't that what children are all about? Learning, shouting and having fun?
So far they have completed me in every way - I can't wait to see what they do in the future.
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
A bit of a blog...
I am a bit blog uninspired tonight.
Perhaps it is because I have worked very hard today and spent most of my waking time either at my paid employment or my personal unpaid employment of hobbit rearing. Nevertheless, I am a bit flat this evening.
I need an evening of 'the girls'.
Thankfully, Friday night they will be here to sup wine and regal me with some delicate/sordid stories which will hopefully, provide me with some blog fodder for many evenings to come.
As many other parents will also be experiencing, the hobbits went back to school today. I have never seen so much excitement about returning to uniform as I did this morning. In fact we were so super organised that we were at the school gate before it had even been unlocked...keen or what?
The only way to raise hobbits is to be super organised, so it is quite lucky that Wonder Woman is my alias...and many other women out there too. Do you ever wonder how we do it all ladies?
Life is a big juggling act and I often feel I need Worzel Gummidge change of head status throughout my day. Luckily I am also a Gemini and suffer from split personality disorder.
So I'm afraid there it is...a dull day in the life of us. More often than not that is the case...and I apologise for not telling a great story tonight.
However, in view of the return to school and furthering our education, I will leave you with some favourite hobbit words, from their world...just in case you ever meet them.
Kiweed - Kiwi
Winnipigs - Guinea Pigs
Garlic - Dalek
Purple milk - strawberry milkshake
Poopar - a cut or graze
and my all time favourite, the number eleventy-one...which really should need no explanation.
Until tomorrow...
Perhaps it is because I have worked very hard today and spent most of my waking time either at my paid employment or my personal unpaid employment of hobbit rearing. Nevertheless, I am a bit flat this evening.
I need an evening of 'the girls'.
Thankfully, Friday night they will be here to sup wine and regal me with some delicate/sordid stories which will hopefully, provide me with some blog fodder for many evenings to come.
As many other parents will also be experiencing, the hobbits went back to school today. I have never seen so much excitement about returning to uniform as I did this morning. In fact we were so super organised that we were at the school gate before it had even been unlocked...keen or what?
The only way to raise hobbits is to be super organised, so it is quite lucky that Wonder Woman is my alias...and many other women out there too. Do you ever wonder how we do it all ladies?
Life is a big juggling act and I often feel I need Worzel Gummidge change of head status throughout my day. Luckily I am also a Gemini and suffer from split personality disorder.
So I'm afraid there it is...a dull day in the life of us. More often than not that is the case...and I apologise for not telling a great story tonight.
However, in view of the return to school and furthering our education, I will leave you with some favourite hobbit words, from their world...just in case you ever meet them.
Kiweed - Kiwi
Winnipigs - Guinea Pigs
Garlic - Dalek
Purple milk - strawberry milkshake
Poopar - a cut or graze
and my all time favourite, the number eleventy-one...which really should need no explanation.
Until tomorrow...
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
Love custard...
Hello to all if you are reading this...
I have had a nice little break and some quality time with the hobbits, of which regular readers I am sure are quite understanding about.
We have been camping for a couple of nights, where I karaoke'd with the best and the worst of them, and I did some excellent embarrassing mum dancing where the hobbits refused to be seen with me.
Can't possibly imagine why?
We have also had a great day at Legoland where five hobbits were incredibly excited and Spiderman nearly burst with anticipation in the car on the way there.
Anyway, it's been very nice having a break but now back to business.
Today's blog is about Sperm.
...but more importantly the health benefits of sperm.
I have had an interesting conversation with a friend of mine today.
If you recall I recently blogged about how sperm can allegedly assist with depression. One of my followers, 'Steve', even offered to help me with my quest of eternal happiness. An offer, I can inform my other readers, that I have yet to take up...but always nice to have a back up - so thanks 'Steve'.
However, it appears that Sperm has many other medicinal qualities - why are we not buying this on a regular basis from eBay?
A friend of my friend, (no, really not me), has used Sperm on more than one occasion for acne. When I used Dr Google, it reliably informs me that it can indeed be used for banishing the odd pimple or two, and should be applied vigorously, left for half an hour then removed.
It is something to do with the Zinc content in your man juice that allegedly cleans out those pores. Christ, Johnson & Johnson should have some market on this surely?
Not only can it help with acne, but there is some suggestion that it can also help women with cellulite...now, I don't know about you, but if I were to use this for both acne and cellulite, I get the impression that not many people would talk to me or sit next to me on the bus.
I would smell like a prostitute on a Sunday morning on my way home from work.
So boys, perhaps this should be your new chat up line?
"Hey babe, have you any idea how much my love custard could improve your life?"
Guys, you should be marketing this - you could be bigger than facebook!
After all, how many single products can genuinely say that they can clear up acne, banish cellulite, improve happiness and make you pregnant in one single shot? Not many.
However perhaps the possibility of falling pregnant should be listed as more of a side effect...
Needless to say I have not been to a sperm health regime today and do not foresee it in my future, but would quite like to know if anyone else has.
You never know, I might be a convert.
I have had a nice little break and some quality time with the hobbits, of which regular readers I am sure are quite understanding about.
We have been camping for a couple of nights, where I karaoke'd with the best and the worst of them, and I did some excellent embarrassing mum dancing where the hobbits refused to be seen with me.
Can't possibly imagine why?
We have also had a great day at Legoland where five hobbits were incredibly excited and Spiderman nearly burst with anticipation in the car on the way there.
Anyway, it's been very nice having a break but now back to business.
Today's blog is about Sperm.
...but more importantly the health benefits of sperm.
I have had an interesting conversation with a friend of mine today.
If you recall I recently blogged about how sperm can allegedly assist with depression. One of my followers, 'Steve', even offered to help me with my quest of eternal happiness. An offer, I can inform my other readers, that I have yet to take up...but always nice to have a back up - so thanks 'Steve'.
However, it appears that Sperm has many other medicinal qualities - why are we not buying this on a regular basis from eBay?
A friend of my friend, (no, really not me), has used Sperm on more than one occasion for acne. When I used Dr Google, it reliably informs me that it can indeed be used for banishing the odd pimple or two, and should be applied vigorously, left for half an hour then removed.
It is something to do with the Zinc content in your man juice that allegedly cleans out those pores. Christ, Johnson & Johnson should have some market on this surely?
Not only can it help with acne, but there is some suggestion that it can also help women with cellulite...now, I don't know about you, but if I were to use this for both acne and cellulite, I get the impression that not many people would talk to me or sit next to me on the bus.
I would smell like a prostitute on a Sunday morning on my way home from work.
So boys, perhaps this should be your new chat up line?
"Hey babe, have you any idea how much my love custard could improve your life?"
Guys, you should be marketing this - you could be bigger than facebook!
After all, how many single products can genuinely say that they can clear up acne, banish cellulite, improve happiness and make you pregnant in one single shot? Not many.
However perhaps the possibility of falling pregnant should be listed as more of a side effect...
Needless to say I have not been to a sperm health regime today and do not foresee it in my future, but would quite like to know if anyone else has.
You never know, I might be a convert.
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