Smooth Sailing

One week (can you believe it) into the new school year already and my little people have done me so proud. The kids are all happy with their new teachers, which is fantastic news, in fact, if Madam Fluff could move in with hers, she'd be quite pleased. Fluff has taken on the role of student like she was born for the role and has practically "grown up" overnight. Kade says his teacher is really nice and he's just happy that 3 of his 4 best buds are in his class this year. My little Bug is taking it a little harder than I thought, although he is still acting very tough about it, he is a little overwhelmed. His previous school was very secure, small and Aunty B created a very loving environment, like a little family. He's also a little disappointed that he hasn't managed to make a friend yet as none of his "old school" friends have gone to the same school. He's a tough, mischievous little man but with a jello heart; I'm praying that he'll adjust easily and make some really cool new friends.

Back to School

WOW...Two more sleeps.....

The kids are super excited about school on Wednesday....Well 2 out of the 3 are really bursting at the seams. Kade is off to Gr.3 and as much as he is excited about going back, I think he is a little nervous of what to expect when he gets there. Madam Fluff is in her absolute element at the idea of going to Gr.1....she has been counting the sleeps more sleeps ago than I can count; it was *almost* a more important feature in her life than Christmas. And my little Bug is off to Pre-Primary and so relieved to have the kids not tell him he goes to "baby school" anymore. They just grow too fast.

WOW...just two more sleeps

Bursting my bubble

I just found my weakness, my kryptonite......

Ignore me......

My husband has been doing it to me for days, weeks and it is slowly shredding me up inside. I live a very isolated life. I live from home, raise kids from home, work from home and socialise mostly on the internet from home. You can imagine how many words, as a female, I have left at the end of the day; bar the arbritary pleads, yells, discussions, whatevers with the kids, I'm talking grown up words.

Well when I go to bed, all those words are still bottled up inside, not having had anyone to share them with. Hubby comes home. Hello is about as good as it gets. Give him supper; oh, there's a thank you. He falls asleep on the couch (every night) and that's where he stays till morning light.

I am about to burst, OK, maybe I do, but then all the wrong words come out and I get reminded of why I am not being spoken to in the first place. *sigh*

baby steps

Wow, who would have thought that time would fly that quickly. In the last year I have found myself entirely preocupied with running a household, raising my three kids an my husband and venturing into the "business world" by starting my own business, whilst still doing the admin etc for my hubby.
I found that every time I attempted to sit here and type something, there was never anything positive to say. My kids were driving me balmy, my husband was about to leave me...and still is... and my life was spirally so out of control that I didn't want to end up sounding like a moan a lisa every time a posted on my blog. Needless to say my life is still spiralling out of control, probably more so now than ever.
So where to from here, well as cliche as it sounds, I suppose we could just take one day at a time, baby steps and start over, bitch and moan about the bad times and remember the good times.

The Great Expectations of Fluff

I have never considered myself one who gave in to "party politics and demands" and certainly didn't when the boy's had their birthdays. They were relatively easy to cater for, they both knew who they wanted as guests and what they wanted as gifts, easy, sorted, quick sticks. Madam Fluff on the other hand, has had me rather stressed out over the last two weeks. Every attempt at making the guest list shorter only results in the guest list getting longer as she is absolutely adamant that she only plays with and is bestest friends with all but 3 kids in her class, add to that the "usual birthday party suspects" and a few other invitations, we are sitting on a handsome number of 35 children. Ain't gonna happen chicky bird! And we hit a standoff.

In desperation I approach the teacher, (who, by the way is now my very own personal Agony Aunt, when it comes to Fluff anyway) who always seems to have a solution for everything. A word here, some advice there and the real list of 4 children in the class Fluff is really close to and plays with regularly. I make my way home absolutely relieved at my now drastically shorter list.

Then there's the gift list that is practically longer than the guest list and I have even been advised on how to redecorate her room in order to make space for all her apparent soon to be acquired riches, which range from a new cupboard to a play play microwave and more kitchen equipment than even I own to hair and make up accessories and clothes. Is there anything left in the shop I ask you? Barbies and Bratz dolls were on the list too including some clothes for them "because they can't walk around naked you know and they need to wear something when their existing outfits are in the wash!" And so we have it, I think, until we attempt, at my own detriment, to go through the list again and hopefully make it shorter one last time or perhaps I should call it a day and not bother, for sanity purposes. Armed now with indisputable proof, I must agree with my hubby when he says that fluff is a quantity girl and not a quality girl. (I suppose if the quality came in quantities that would be a different story but with her, the more, the better)

Ageing requires special attention..

People often jest and say "My, but I'm getting old!". Is that something that you say to yourself just to make certain that your mind and body keeps up with the programme? I don't know but lately I've heard it quite a bit. Scary, if everybody around me claims to be getting old, does this apply to me too or am I just hanging around with a bunch of old farts and need to find myself a friskier crowd of acquaintances?

I have become quite enthused about scrapping again and decided to dig into the "box of the past" dah dah dah dum (drum roll please) and I found a collection of negatives (you know those things we used to have to take to the photo shop to have developed, oh, never mind) hidden in an envelope. Off I scurry to the photo shop (no not adobe photoshop, the actual shop shop) to discover pics from the past and reminisce a little of days gone by.

I hand in my negatives and select a few pictures that I would like have developed. Amongst the lot of negatives that I found was an old strip of negatives, which for the life of me I cannot recall the name of, but they were from those first little thin cameras with the even thinner strip of film. I hand them to the shop assistant, young and frisky little cow and she turns to me without hesitation and says "Oh my gosh but these are soooo old!" Excuse me? "We can't develop these here, they need to go to a special lab." Yes, thank you, I know I'm special but surely my pictures can be developed without any special attention or such drastic action? No, it turns out, they need a special lab. I leave a little disappointed and rather insulted, I mean, she could have at least tried to contain herself and her outburst, hmph.

It looks quite possibly, sniff, sniff, that it is my frisky acquaintances that should be looking for a younger crowd to "hang with" because clearly this old hag is fast approaching her sell by date. Now if you'll excuse me I am going to purchase myself a box of Loreal to wash that grey right out of my hair........ because I'm worth it!

A lost friend

A sad weekend was had by all when we lost a good friend in a car accident on Thursday night.

Dear Marius,

May God Bless and keep you safe in his loving arms. The "big guy" with an even bigger heart. You will be missed.

All our love