So please raise your hand if you have ever wanted to put your head in the oven?
What? – no takers – really??
I always knew that I was one of a kind ;).
Perhaps I should put this initial statement in context.
It was 5.15pm and I had been up since 5.15am with three sick and very attention-mad children.
Okay that description is putting it nicely – which is so unlike me – they were like sneaky hawks circling their weak prey – ME.
They were taking turns to torture me, repeating my name over and over, crying at me and begging for food – generally driving me bonkers.
My kids pretty much wrote the manual for witching hour.
Anyway, so I hadn’t cooked the Husband a proper meal in three days and so was cooking a roast dinner (pork – aka Babe).
It was even complete with home-made gravy – to give the impression that I was still a shit-hot housewife!
But as dinner time drew near the three sickies elevated themselves to levels of madness that I haven’t seen in ages.
It’s been raining on and off for weeks here on the GC and I’ve been on the brink of insanity throughout it all.
But after having to care for three sick kidlets all day I was SPENT!
I even called the Husband on his way home to ask him to please stop at the bottle-O because it was an emergency!
He didn’t even ask why – and that’s just some of the reason why I will love him forever and look past the fact he can’t put toilet rolls in the bin.
Here is the Husband being a super dad!
But that is also why when my hard-working Husband arrived home, after 13 hours away from us (lucky bastard), I made sure his family were sitting at the dinner table trying to be civilised!
It didn’t last for long – but we tried to not annoy the shit out of him for the first 30 seconds 😉
And you know what? As soon as my gorgeous six-foot hunk walked in the door (yep I’m a total suck up) – I felt the weight on my shoulders instantly lighten.
My rock was home, he was here to help me.
No I’m not married to Thor – but what a hero and those arms – cha chinngggg
The love of my life came through for me again.
If it wasn’t for him (and vodka) – and the fact that he puts up with me for who I am – then my life would be beyond shithouse!
It’s days like that when I recognise how hard it must be for those who parent alone.
Motherhood ain’t easy – but a trouble shared is a trouble halved.
How crazy is witching hour at your place?
Are you fortunate enough to have a partner in crime to help parent – or do you do it alone sometimes? (and have my UTMOST respect and admiration!)
It’s totally IBOT with the McAwesome Jess from Essentially Jess
Today I felt like I was REALLY wanted as a mumma.
To my middle born I was not just a cook, cleaner, nose and bum wiper, or someone who puts on shoes, knickers and fills up his water bottle.
He is sick, just a flu or cold, but he was desperate to snuggle with me, so we watched his dragon movie and his wee body fell into my bosom.
I felt so happy with my babe in arms.
Mind you he’s always been a boob boy, he was the child that BF for the longest.
I’ve often joked to the Husband that he’ll marry someone with ample knockers just like his mumma!
But back to my serious point.
I loved being able to cuddle, hug and nurture my boy when he needed it the most.
As mums we are so used to doing the essential things for our kids – but it’s rare that we get the chance to indulge their needs, smooch them for hours and comfort their wee souls.
I feel privileged today – I am everything my son needs and more.
Can you remember the last time you sat down for 30 minutes with your child and did nothing?
A time when you were just two souls together? Didn’t it feel great?
So if you haven’t heard Generation Y is going to come of age and rule the world!
I’m a little miffed at this really – not being one of those born between 1981 and 1994.
I recently interviewed a senior consultant for a global recruitment company and she said Gen Y’ers are the duck’s nuts – well not in those exact words but you catch my drift.
She was saying this in the context of employment – not in regards to their music taste or sense of fashion.
I don’t want to see your crumpet Miley – put it away and get some longer shorts. Thanks Mirror for the cracker shot
Anyway my contact wasn’t speaking out of her ass – research has proven she is in fact right – Gen Y are kinda the shiz right now and supposedly employers would be MAD not to hire them!
This what she has to say about these young bucks!
1. They are by far the most educated and well-rounded generation in the workforce today.
(I agree with the well-rounded part – just sayin’ Gen Y’ers have always had fast-food outlets)
2. Gen Y’ers are a privileged lot who grew up with a sense of entitlement.
(Spoiled brats you mean)
3. They are smart and they know it.
(Smarty pants more like – and crack-flashing short ones at that)
4. Their confidence is often mistaken for cockiness, while their ideas and enthusiasm are seen as being anti-establishment or challenging the status quo.
(I can do cocky – okay that just sounds all sorts of wrong)
5. Technology plays such a big part in their lives but it means that they are dependent on technology.
(Umm dir aren’t we all now?)
6. The fact remains – Gen Y’ers are here to say and will rule the world.
(No shit – unless they all get infected by something that is spread by being addicted to smartphones)
Seriously? Who are these people? Come on – tell me if you’re one : (image http://www.socialnomics.net)
7. Employers should not expect Gen Y hires to stay – its just too un-cool for them – plus they know they have bright prospects someplace else.
(I can’t even think of a cool retort for this – I’m so Gen X right now :()
8. Gen Y’ers have creativity and boundless energy and provide value for money for any organisation.
(Well if you consider getting energy from a green shiny tin or white powder – yes okay I’ve give you that one)
So congrats Gen Y – I’m not worthy – now get off your phone/computer and get back to work.
Are you Gen X, Y or Z, and do you agree with these generalisations?
Or have you employed a Gen Y’er? And would they be your first choice?
This is what I had to put up with all weekend
The beach we weren’t allowed to swim in 😦
A lovely bunch of coconuts!
At the Port Douglas markets!
Such a gorgeous locust, it was a little sick so my sister rescued it and put in the bushes, much to the amusement of many guests who look like they wouldn’t go near a bug if they were paid to
Hate to be in charge of cleaning this sucker!
As the night wore on I got a little silly – hence this pose!
And a few hours later here I am – pure class right?
Jumping for joy and trying not to fall backwards off the cliff!!!
I LOVED my time away but was so happy to see my three babies!
I have to mention that my lil’ sister forfeited her ticket to get me home on time to see my children.
As I arrived home on the train this is what I had waiting for me – tearjerker or what?
She had to wait another 16 hours to get on a plane home and only just made it to work on time – but she knew how much I wanted to get back home to my darlings – WHAT A ROCK STAR!!
Now that is love 🙂
A Wordless Wednesday means nothing without linking with Trish @ My little Drummer Boys
And the crafty Bree @ Twinkle in the eye
Last but no means least is the multi-talented Ai Sakura at Sakura Haruka
Every time I go to the airport there’s a flame inside of me that ignites.
I’m taken back in time to years gone by when I travelled around the world, a little bit, and airports meant a new destination.
It also means a chance to imagine where everyone is going, what they’re doing and who will meet them at the other end.
Last week I flew with my lil’ sister to Cairns to meet our big sister and the three of us spent the weekend lounging in Port Douglas.
To break the ice before the flight we had a sneaky (bottle of) bubbly – not because I’m scared of flying, I love it, but because it was 12.30pm and I had no kids with me – totally a reason to drink plonk!
Once we boarded we made quick work of our surroundings, took note of the exits, fascinating people on board and discussed if we could ask the attendant for more than one wine each when they trotted by with the cart.
Thankfully while we were waiting we found some eye candy on the screens – HELLO Bradley Cooper!
We then passed time by reading magazines, so maybe you don’t know this about me but I can’t stand trashy mags – so I made my lil’ sis buy a women’s magazine or something.
It had some tips on snoring spouses, popcorn v’s chips (dir) and tips for those with bad bladders, being a calm mum, stinky breath and fat tummies (I knew there was a reason I bought it).
Am I looking calmer or what? Maybe it was the wine!
We had a national basketball team travelling with us – they were hard to miss being so tall (okay we did notice them as we were people watching at the airport).
I tried not-so-sneakily to take a photo of a dude that was so tall his head touched the ‘roof’ of the cabin. Later on in the flight we met and talked with him – I but don’t want to reveal his details.
Totally looking at me – oops.
We soon became friendly with our air hostie and he gave us a free wine because it was my birthday – gotta loving flying with the big V!
He gave us cheek the entire flight and it was awesome – he even took photos and the woman behind us totally photo bombed our shot – LOVED IT.
Peace out – lucky mole had a spare seat beside her – no wonder she was so happy!
So after we guzzled back our free vino we were looking for more (as you do) I mean it’s not often I can drink at 2pm right?
I can’t be sure if we waited til the hostie walked past us or if we buzzed, but we looked like this while we were waiting…
But it wasn’t long until good old V airlines pulled through and we were back into the swing of things and were like this…
I really don’t condone being a trash bag on a plane – but we weren’t loud, rude, obnoxious – we were happy sisters loving each others company and so excited about the prospect of seeing our big sister for a weekend of relaxation!
So we made it to Cairns with no dramas and with only one pit stop by me.
Our amazing hostie was so familiar with me that he leaned on the door so I couldn’t get out of the plane’s tiny toilet – bloody hilarious – and I didn’t even blink when I finally got out because I knew it was him – I just told him that I loved how much fun he’d made the flight for us!
Just arrived in Cairns
Our gorgeous big sis was there waiting for us – we were happy campers with a little glow on!
I really have to say that having an awesome cabin crew can make a flight so much more pleasant – whether it’s short or long haul.
And I know it’s not a glamorous job, but if you’re in the sky you have to act like you’re amongst the clouds – if that’s not your style then stick to the ground.
Have you had an awful or awesome experience in the air (not just those who’ve joined the Mile High Club – I’ve tried to do it before but we were both too big for those teeny toilets.
Do you have a flying ritual? Something you do on EVERY flight?
Totally linking with the super awesome but totally younger than me (BOO HOO) Jess @ Essentially Jess for IBOT
By the time you read this I’ll be on my way to a 48-hour, child-free holiday in Cairns/Port Douglas with my two sisters.
What’s the occasion you ask? Well today is my birthday (35) and my family know I need a break or else I’ll go completely bat shit madder than I already am.
I have another reason to be excited about today – this is my 100th blog post – in almost as many days.
It might seem rather excessive – but for someone who loves to write and never shuts up, it’s actually quite understandable.
I really love the blog world and everyone in it, and I hope I’ve been able to make you laugh, nod in agreement or smile in one of the last 100 posts.
So here’s a bubbly on me!
Please be comforted in the fact that as soon as I arrive at the airport I’m heading straight to the bar to have a drink, regardless of whether ‘it’s 5 o’ clock somewhere’ or not.
I have never been away from my three angels for longer than 24 hours and even then I was just a 30-minute drive from home.
But I have the Husband looking after them and my amazing parents to help him so he’ll probably have more a break that me!!!
To be honest – I’m in need of a break so much that I’m not even anxious about going away. I know I’ll miss kisses, cuddles, their cute voices and their laughs.
But I need this time away to be a better mum for them.
I need to appreciate what I have, to take a step back and realise how amazing my life is, because if I’m honest – at the moment I don’t feel any of these things.
Here’s a few things that are guaranteed to happen while ‘on tour’ with my sisters!
This is the last time we all went out together – at my hens night – back in 2007!! Drunken pumpkins for shizzle
1. Between the three of us we’ll take enough selfies to sink a ship.
2. We just might get arrested but if we do you’ll never know because “what goes on tour stays on tour”.
3. I’ll probably laugh so hard at some stage I might just wee myself. Come on give me a break, I have had 3 natural births in 3.5 years – it’s to be expected right???
4. If there’s food there, I will eat it, if there’s alcohol of any description I will snaffle it down like a hungry fox.
5. I’ll get four more hours of sleep every morning while I’m away – 9.30am so much nicer than 5.30am!
6. When I see people with kids I’ll be drawn to them, and I’ll over share by telling them that I have three kids and I’m on a break from them for the first time ever and I really miss them!
Happy Friday – flogging with Grace’s FYBF – see you next week 🙂
