Monday, 27 September 2010


Have promised myself that as soon as I finish my course I can start the writers bureau course. Come on!
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Monday, 20 September 2010

writers bureau

I've promised myself that I can start the course once I've submitted everything I need for the BFC course. My current lack of motivation is seriously annoying.

I also promised myself the new professor leyton Pandora box once I finish.

So in true procrastination style I signed up to Twitter. Just to really sure I don't wind up doing something actually constructive with my time.

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Saturday, 11 September 2010


I had my 30th birthday party last night. Having celebrated my actual birthday a couple of weeks ago now you'd think I'd start to feel my age... whatever that's supposed to mean.

My theory is that encroaching age is only worrying when you've done nothing with your life and so that in mind I've been doing a bit of reflection.

Husband and 3 incredible children notwithstanding, I've done lots a travel, have immersed myself in South American culture for periods of time. Have led teams on missions to Brazil and Ecuador.

Have got a decent job in the social housing sector which appeals to the communist in me. I've got my own successful business and I'm just finishing a course which i feel totally excited by. I have a dream of training as a Midwife (everyone needs a dream!) and I currently fit into size 14 clothes. What more could a mother of 3 want for?!

Not blowing my own trumpet, just counting my blessings one by one. Now to think about what I want to do between now and 40!
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Tuesday, 7 September 2010

In disarray

We're inthe middle of sorting out, redecorating our home. The carpets are off the stairs, theres a bedroom full of unwanted furniture just waiting for the local furniture charity shop to cart off. There's a stack of new tins of paint in the hallway, waiting for the time when we'll have enough time and space to get AT said walls and paint the flipping things.

There's piles of stuff everywhere and its doing my head in so this is as much a test of my patience as it is a test of how much I've been paying attention to DIY SOS and Home Takeovers...
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Saturday, 4 September 2010

additional needs?

Reuben my 2 year, 10month old son doesn't speak much. That's not strictly true as he does try to speak but doesn't have a great deal of success making himself understood which is an enormous frustration to him. Add to that the classic toddler tantrums and voila one heck of a time for us all round.

He has speech therapy, and has had inthe past occupational therapy as he has fine motor delay too. He definitely is progressing but at his ownpace. The 'issue' here for us is whether this is simply a case of him progressing at his own pace or if there is a problem.

I've been giving thought to how I feel about this. What are my thoughts? I admit to frequent frustration and worry about how he will get on at school, will his language simply catch up one day... or is there a problem? If there is, what then? A major worry is about him being 'labelled' and then people not seeing the delightful creative kind little boy he is. That all they'll see is a boy who gets angry and frustrated when it seems he doesnt get hid own way. I can see and accept that he currently has 'additional' needs and we're trying to meet them but its hard getting the balance right. I don't want a diagnosis but I don't want him to miss out either.
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Thursday, 2 September 2010

As good a time as any

I've just dropped my eldest off at school and I'm now sat in the park with middle child and baby. The sun is shining evening though Jayden insisted its winter now as that's what his school term is called. Have you tried arguing with a 5 year old? Don't bother as for some reason, their illogical answers end up sounding reasonable, probably because they've worn you down with relentless chatter!
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Wednesday, 1 September 2010

3 months old...

Daisy is 3 months old today. I now have a 5 year old with verbal leakage about to start year 1, a 2 year old with communication issues would you believe (hard to imagine I know with my family...) and now, the icing on the cake. my daughter. Her two brothers thankfully idolise her, we'll see how long that lasts once she starts naffing off with their toys.

Reuben can actually say her name which is very sweet if a little galling as he called me 'daddy' until short while ago, in fact reverts to that every now and then for some reason. Both boys never miss an opportunity to cuddle her but they are so gentle too and this is a relief indeed.

Although she does now sleep through the night I an still exhausted though. Take this evening cfor example, I really need to have been writing up the amendments to an essay and really getting cracking on my final essay but here I am braindead lying on the sofa unable to put enough sensible words together for my diploma. You might ask then how come I'm writing here. Truth is, I just discovered an app on my new phone that allows me to update my blog without opening my computer. Lazy! Love my phone, though struggling still with the predictive text. This entry has probably taken twice as long than it appears to write.

So Daisy. This evening I brought in the washing single handedly and I don't just mean on my own. I mean with one hand as she didn't want to be put down. Which would be fine as I LOVE holding her... but I also need to bring in the washing before it gets damp and I have to do it again and we've already established is NOT my most favourite thing to do.

5pm to around 8pm is her 'time'. Mothers will know what I mean. That witching hour when nothing but cuddles, and sometimes not even that, will console your child. Mothers of more than one child will also know the heartache and frustration of having to simply 'get on with it' while baby cries. 'It' being feeding and putting together of the older kids. If 'it' was just housework then it would be no contest, believe me when I say there is no sound more penetrating to your soul than your baby crying and added agony of not being able to comfort her. Tell her that this is temporary and I will be back to her once the other open mouthed chicks have been fed.

I wish I could tell her that. I can't bear to see her cry but it will happen again tomorrow evening.

Then there is the boys. They also need and deserve my attention. Thank goodness for breastfeeding. It has saved many bedtime stories and goodnight cuddles. There we go, yet another reason why breast really is best.

Right, need to stop before I develop RSI...
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new phone...

So now I have a new phone. i've already downloaded about a million apps and I love the touch screen. Mr Tant has already nicked it and smashed my 'word-drop' total. Naturally there's no way he's coming on here again! this is just a test really while I get to grips with the typing, predictive text thing it had going on!
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