Just keep smiling!

I don’t know if you have all heard but there is a new “miracle” cream that was on horizon and then in every newspaper and magazine. It is called Protect and Perfect. It is meant to make you look younger and has been in such demand over the last few months that there hasn’t been any in stock and the manufacture can’t keep up with demand.

Now I work in Boots on a Sunday where this cream is sold. I have spent the last six Sundays saying the following over and over again…..”No we haven’t any in stock”, “No you can’t put your name on a waiting list as it would have over two thousand names on it”, “When a delivery dose come in it will be off the shelves in seconds so you need to get hear early”. This is me trying to be helpful and the lines are always delivered in a friendly way with as much explanation as I can give.

But some people just don’t know when to give up. So a few tips, shouting at me doesn’t mean a bottle will magically appear in front of me, calling me names might make you feel better but it dose nothing for me, and most importantly if I say I haven’t got any then I HAVENT GOT ANY!! I realize that this must be a hard concept to grasp but there it is.

But a hint for when anyone dose get their hands on it, don’t use to much or your face might get too young and go into minus years!

Ok I got it out of my system, should be fun next Sunday, we wont be getting another delivery for three weeks, stay lucky!

“I am not wearing that mum!”

As I have mentioned Nathan is a big boy for two and a half and since he insists on keep eating he is getting bigger. So much so that yesterday I dressed him and left the house as normal, in an out fit that he has only had a few months, only to realize, half way to school, that his trouser bottoms are round his knees and his jumper is showing his belly off. It seamed a trip into town to get a new Nathan size wardrobe was in order.

So today I set off (for the second time this year!) to bye Nathan yet more clothes. Luckily Nathan was in a happy chapy mood and it seamed everything was going to go as planed (ie in and out as quick as possible and getting everything I needed).

Lets pores for a moment and work out just how many times things really go to plan with a two year old in tow………Nope I can’t think of any. So as you can see this was a very naive notion of mine.

So we are half way between town and home and the newly toilet trained Nathan decides that he needs to pee. I am a good five minuets away from any toilets, and as every mother knows you are only told, at most, a minuet before they really need to go. So there I am bolting down the road towards a public toile wondering if I am too late and might as well stop running. Well it seams I got there just in time and after hurriedly placing toilet roll on the seat Nathan is happily having his pee. Of course all I can think of is everything he can be catching from this rancid public toilet, but this was 7 hours ago and he seems ok.

Now we are ready to shop. I know what I need, 3 pairs of trousers a few tops and a pair of shoes. Doesn’t sound to hard. WRONG! Ok so trousers and tops were no problem and I managed to get them all at a bargain price. But I now needed brown shoes, How hard can it be? I had to look in every shop in Southend high street. They had tan shoes and black shoes even white shoes but NO brown! By now Nathan is fed up of shopping, the novelty has well and truly worn off, and I am getting ratty. Finally, in Woolworth’s of all places, I find the perfect shoe. As I am walking towards them I am praying they have the right size, that I can bye them and just go home. I get there and YES there is a Nathan size shoes sitting on the shelf.

One thing I really didn’t see coming was that my two year old would suddenly obtain his own fashion sense and refuses to try them on! He left me in no doubt that he did not like those shoes. I could see my chance of sitting at home with a hot cup of tea slipping away as I sat on a bench in Woolworth’s trying to persuade my son to try them on.
Needless to say after five minuets I gave up, went back to the other end of town and got the brown trainers I saw in the first shop I went into. He seamed to like those ones, thank god! xxx

La La La

Obviously having a two year old, cbeebies is frequent viewing in our house. I have a major problem with this for two reasons (and this dose not include the fact that kids shouldn’t sit in front of the TV, because some of the time it is just unavoidable. I have to be able to clean and cook at some point and if them watching cbeebies is what will keep them quiet then god dam it I am going to let them!).

The first problem is that I can be sitting on the sofa reading a good book and a sound or a shape will grab my attention. Before I know what has happened I have sat through a whole episode of the Tweenies! How this works I don’t know, because lets face it have already leant the lessons they teach, like crossing the road safely, been doing that for years, and dialing 999, I have never had to do it but I think if I had to at a push I could probably manage it. Secondly, I can be going about my every day routine, like say taking Jack to school, and I will find myself humming a sweet little tune. I can be at this for ages before I realize that the sweet tune I have been humming for the last half and hour is post man pat!!

How children’s TV dose it I just don’t know, but I can only think of one safe guard to it never happening again, since I won’t ban it for the above reasons, the only thing to do is to walk around with a blind fold on and ear plugs in when ever the dreaded channel of fun is on. Yes this will make the hovering rather tricky and you could end up turning your hole white wash pink but that is a small price to pay for not having people look at you in “that way” when you are in the post office singing the thimbles theme tune! xxx

Shoe Queen

This subject just had to come up, and I must say I am very pleased with myself for waiting until my eighth blog to write about it. Shoes………

Now I like to think of myself as a rational and sensible human being, so why do I find it so hard to say “NO” to shoes. Off I go down the shops, probably with no intention to bye anything at all, and I walk past a shoe shop, my pace slowing as I do. The obvious question would be why go in? but something about the idea of being surrounded from floor to ceiling by gorgeous shoes just makes me gravitate inside.

So I am inside and I am well aware that there are countless shoes at home nestled under my bed, some of them waiting for there first outing, and still I find my self touching a pair of beautiful shoes that I just know I can’t live without. “I’ll just try them on” Lets face it I already know that I am going to be skipping out of the shop with the shoes in a bag and a smile on my face. And for the next ten minuets I try to justify buying them, “they will go perfectly with my red dress” or “it’s not that cold out there, I could wear sandals”.

Needless to say Lee finds my compulsion for new shoes ridicules, and even though I try to justify every new purchase, he just doesn’t get it. And can I really blame him. Now sitting at my computer not surrounded by temptation I can see that it is totally unnecessary for me to buy any new shoes for the next year, but you can bet I will!! xxx

P.s. you have no idea how long it took me to find just the right picture, so many shoes to choose from!

A day of freedom

As of eleven o’clock this morning I was completely free of children. Now we all know how much of a rarity that is so it is only right that I use my time in a constructive manor.

I had every intention of doing something truly amassing with my six hours freedom. I woke up this morning just knowing that I would accomplish something today that would be really for filling and worthy of my limited time alone. Such as writing a novel (yes you heard right, not just starting one but writing a whole novel and probably having it published just as the door bell went and the brood returned at five) or Planning the perfect careers plan for the next ten years (working out what area to go into would be a start).

So far my day has consisted of washing up, one load of washing, two episodes of Band of Brothers and now a blog entry. I think you will agree that this is not only a very good use of my time but also as constructive as the for mentions acts that I could have been doing.

But you will be pleased to know that I still have a hole two and a half hours to do with what ever I like, and of course it will be as productive as everything else I have done thus far. xxx

Oh did I mention, I also logged on to myspace and through some glitter around.

School days

What is it about teachers? It doesn’t matter what age you are, when you go into a school and talk to a teacher you regress to a spotty 15 year old.

I went to Jack’s parent evening the other day. I was looking forward to having a chance to talk to his teacher one on one, as that doesn’t happen very often. So Jack and myself go in and are met by Miss Holmes. She shows us through to a classroom and offers me a seat hardly big enough for Jack let alone me. But of course she has her own teacher size chair. So straight away I am on the back foot, I am wiggling to try and keep my bottom on this tiny chair, at the same time as trying to have a sensible conversation about my son’s progress.

We go along happily for a while, she tells me how well Jack is doing and gets him to show me some of his work and I commented on how well he had done. Then it gets a little tricky. Miss Holmes, from her vantage point high above me, asks me to ask jack some questions. Well straight away I just know that this is a trap and that if I ask the wrong type of questions I will immediately be put on the “bad parent list” witch I just know they have on the wall in the staff room. So very carefully I ask jack what his favourite subject is and his favourite piece of work he has done this year and if he is happy in school. Unfortunately my normally very chatty son decided that right then was a fantastic time to go mute! It didn’t matter what I did Jack just would not answer a single question. So I told him what piece of work was my favourite and why, then turned back to Miss Holmes expecting her to round off the meeting and for us to be on our way. That wasn’t quite what happened. Miss Holmes repeated back to Jack every question I had asked and He answered them all perfectly and in a nice loud voice! Then we were aloud to leave. Me with my num bum, slightly bruised ego and the sure knowledge that I would be on “that list” as soon I had left the room. xxx

House buying, why not to do it.

I have to admit to being a slight control freak. If there is a day out booked I need to know who is going what time and where (to be honest there is normally a lot more that I need to know, but for the purpose of keeping this under five thousand words I’ll leave it at that). So selling a house and buying one has really been a challenge.

Ok so I know who, but where and when are far from certain. At any point our dream house could fall through and I could be left having to start the mundane and slightly disheartening process of looking for a new one. Not only do I have to like it but so dose Lee and it has to be in budget and it has to be near a good school and the list goes on and on. Lets face it we were lucky to find our dream house once but twice could really be pushing it.

Then you have the uncertainty of when that day is going to eventually arrive. When you can load up the van and drive off into the sunset to your new wonderful home, where of course you and your family’s life will be all hearts and flowers for ever more. The worst part of this is it is all in the hands of your solicitor some one who dose not give one jot about your dream home, however much you stress the importance to them, and just wants to be payed.

For a slight control freak like myself, this is all too much to bear. As much as I am looking forward to moving I still can’t believe it is really going to happen, and I don’t think I will until I am in my new front room watching some burly men unloading all our belongings. Roll on that day. xxx

Lee the conqueror

Lee is my fiancé . He is a fantastic daddy to our boys and a loving partner to me. He defiantly has a phobia about marriage but one way or another I will get him down the aisle.

The only way to describe Lee is a cool geek (if nothing else his dancing confirms that!). He loves his computer games and pretty much any gadget associated with it. He has been known to spent upwards of an hour in PC world choosing that perfect game in witch he can conquer middle earth or what ever land he is presently in.

Having said all that (and pretty much taken the piss the past paragraph) he is a hard working loving family man who’s only wish is to have a shed to tinker in at the bottom of the garden. A modest request I am sure you will agree. xxx

Babby of the bunch

This is Nathan my baby, yes he is two and a half, but he will always be my baby. Nathan is a typical Butteriss and is just a miniature carbon copy of Lee. The blond hair the dimples and his sturdy frame all make him a Butteriss baby. He was a late starter when it came to talking but my god dose he make up for it now. The child never shuts up! I am amassed daily by the words he can say and the adult way he says them.

I think there is a budding artist in Nathan as he did a fantastic mural the other day, with crayons, on my walls. He is defiantly at the age where he is working out what is acceptable and what is not, I believe he came to the understanding that drawing on walls was not, when I went a lovely shade of purple! xxx

My big boy

This is Jack my eldest. He defiantly looks like me same eyes and coloring. Wherever Jack goes he plays the clown, he loves to make people laugh and always wants to be the center of attention.

Jack is a charismatic lovely tempered boy (who when he has a tantrum can really go some, but can’t they all!). Jacks loves have to be the computer and food. Not an hour goes by with out me hearing “what can I eat mummy?” or “when’s dinner” the boy has hollow legs! And yet he still looks like a stick!

I love the views that he has on the world. We were watching the news and he was asking about the war, Jack “why do people shoots each other mummy?”, Me “because they are very naughty”, Jack ”You should tell them to stop, everyone has to do what you tell them” If only life were that simple. xxx

The last person in the world to get a blog

So I have finally got myself a blog. Ok everyone else has had one for ages but for me this is all new so bare with me, mistakes are bound to be made. Talking of mistakes I should warn you now of my complete inability to spell, it is shockingly bad, but now that you have been told I hope you can over look it.

An introduction seams in order. I am a mother of two boys and have a fiancé called Lee. We have been together five years and I am determined to get him down the aisle one day, but I’ll tell you about that latter.

At the moment I work on a Sunday at Boots and spend the rest of my time looking after my boys (all three of them) and the house. I am hoping to start work when my youngest goes to school in September but I am having problems deciding on a career that both interests me and that I have the capability to do. Now don’t get me wrong I don’t have low self-esteem but when you see the job ideas I have been having you will see what I mean. Such as being a Star of the west end, I can’t sing a note, or a top journalist, see note above about spelling, or my personal favorite, astrophysicist, only because I love the name, no idea what they do! So I think I will have to put a little more thought into it and try and reach for the achievable rather than the ridiculous.

Well I am hoping to write an entry every now and again, it is either going to turn into one of those things that you always mean to do but never get round to or I will get so hooked that I bore you all to death with my rants. Only time will tell. xxx