Catching up

Ive been catching up with some things (sleep definitely not one of them). Nothing important, mainly housework and people. Although the housework is lacking. Oops. I've been trying not to think too much as well. It hurts my brain, and the kids do that as well. So I've been trying to lead and easy life, hense the no blogging. Sorry about that.

Lots of things have come to mind. My exercising, wedding's (not mine don't panic), the kids driving me crazy nuts, my lack of enthusiasm towards housework, my love for this current lush weather. But I haven't blogged.

So instead I shall update you with insti pics

Enjoy.

Mood

Can someone please snap me out of this mother of a bad mood! Its been hovering for a couple of weeks now and it's making me one of those mothers I don't want to be. Shouty, short patients and an extreme grump. Poor Flynn is getting the brunt end of it. Every time I shout louder then necessary or tell him off for the stupidest thing i kick my self and then ill see him playing nicely and feel extra guilty!

I know the problems that are making me feel this way. A multitude of lack of sleep - Isla likes to wake up 3 times a night of recent, money worries, the decorating if half done and the house is falling apart around us, flynn is in a whiney/I'm not listening to you stage which is driving me barmy! Just to name a few. And the fact that I let all these things get to me the way they do brings me down a little more.

I'm even boring myself blabbing about it. Just snap out of it woman!!

Isla at 6 months

My iddy biddy girl is 6 months old today. I'm freaking out at how fast shes growing. Everyday shes learning different things and wants to be doing new things all the time. When Flynn was born I just couldn't wait for him to do the next thing. To role, to have his first solids, to sit..literally all his 'firsts' I just couldn't wait for. With Isla my attitude is completely opposite. I just need her to be a baby for longer. Isla had solids later, she's still in her bassinet and still rocks her baby grows. I've also breast feed isla for 6 whole months. Something I thought I would never be able to do (me and flynn lasted 10 days before going on to expressing) and I'm so proud of us for sticking at it!

She loves to play on her play gym and roll over and then scream after 4 minutes. Kisses and cuddles from Flynn mesmerize her. She has the tickleist (we all know that's a word) chin and arm pits. The diddiest feet. And smiles at anyone and everyone but saves the biggest smiles for her daddio!

Here's to the next 6 month's!  I can't wait to see what Isla does next but I'm not gunna lie she can stay a baby for longer!

Dear Flynn...(may contain very soppy stuff)

My gorgeous boy you've turned 3 today. I never really thought past you're 2nd birthday to be honest, the first two years were hard and full of learning but we survived. We also had a lot of fun. I struggled but I always tried to make sure you were happy. Then the 3rd year and you're a whole new person. Bright, funny and full of character. A lot of parents say this about their children but this is you down to a T. You make me laugh, cry, angry and damn right nuts. But at the end of the day when you snuggle in and ask me to carry you to bed like a baby all is forgotten and you just melt my heart.

You love football, spider man, the garden, running around like a loon, singing along to the songs of Disney junior and kissing baby Isla like it's the first time you've ever seen her. Some days you drive me so potty I feel like a terrible mother. But then someone will comment on how polite you are with your "pardons" and "please's and thank you's". You make me see that all our hard work pays off. And I really love you more then I can put to words.

I'm so proud to have shared the past 3 years with you Flynn. You brighten my life and I couldn't ask for any more from you. Apart from stop growing so fast, I can't take the emotion.

Keep being amazing my punk. I love you.

Woolwich murder

I'm not religious. I'm definitely not political. But I have morals and a view on life. My view right now is that I should be fast asleep like my babies but cannot stop thinking about what the hell is going on in Britain today. A man has died. An innocent soldier going about his own business. Not even on the front line and he's been murdered. A true tragedy. But all I'm seeing sprawled across facebook and the likes is racism, hatred, stereotyping and alot of pointing the finger. Im actually disgraced by this nation. Yes those men have done a terrible crime, and in my eyes should be put to the death sentence. But we're all as bad as one another if racism and the likes comes into it.

We should all take a step back and think about the poor victim and his mourning family and friends that have lost someone so dear to them. Think of the true victims here. Not the scum who did this unthinkable attack, who clearly want the attention.

Britain needs to have some dignity.

Mother's moan

Once a month, for about a week, I have a mini itsy bitsy tiny little break down about how little sleep I get. How much cleaning I do but how the house is such a shit heap still. How I don't get a day off. How naughty my gorgeous devil first born can be. How un-helpful my always better half is. How he comes in from work, moans when dinner is and eats said dinner I lovingly made for him and then sits on his ass and moans how tired he is. And falls asleep. Just like that.

No this is not a competition on the hardest working parent in the house (maybe a little bit). We both work pretty hard, he gets up early and is on the go all day. As am I. I am also up several times in the night, half hr a time, feeding and soothing little children. Oh god I miss my sleep. And then have bored toddler to entertain, feed, tell off LOTS, baby to feed, entertain...you all know a mother day right! So no this is not a competition. Just in need of some appreciation is all.

Yes I chose my 'job'. And love it. BUT it's hard work being a mother of 2. And being a mother of a 30 yr old as well. Just saying. If this subject is ever bought up. If I even moan just a speckle about how I've had a bad day I get "well you go out to work then and I'll stay at home" PAH! There's a joke if I've ever heard one. For the record I don't doubt a baby daddy could the work of a mama. I'm just thinking in our situation this house wouldn't run like it does now. I'm not perfect either.

Swings and roundabouts. This week I'm back to the thinking of I'll just have to live with little sleep, I've got no choice but to clean 24/7, I don't get a day off, and the gym in my only escape. Fine.

This beauty could not have said it any better when my week long foul mood was at it's heist.

See you in three weeks black hole.

Got beef!

No not the tasty kind to feed my lovely family. No no of those lovely beefy dinners this week. No this week and last week and the week before that I've got beef with the chicken pox or I'm starting to think they've got beef with me. I had them when I was 11/12, in the summer, and remember it rather well. The evil never ending itch. The pasty look of the calamine. The scare of the scarring of my face (none thank god). Flynn wasn't too bad when he had them. Only one day he was really poorly and sad. But he could let me know where it hurts.

Now Isla has them it's a whole new kettle of fish! And all those people who keep saying "It's better if she gets them now blah blah blah shit" BULLSHIT! She's helpless. She cries ALOT. Feeds 20 times a day. Up 3/4 times at night. Let's see how they feel about this when they have to look after a poorly baby who can't let you know what's going on other then in cries. Just to make things better, she's COVERED! All over her back, tummy, legs, bum, face and scalp. Even more then Flynn. Yes, it's possible!! And as they're starting to dry up a little I can see where they're going to scar. Her face. Her beautiful little round face!

 

Before shit got real.

Like I said these pox have the beef with me for some reason!

To put the cherry on the top, Flynn is back on full form, being a class A monster. How many times do I have to say "don't shout, Isla feels poorly" "don't spit that's dirty" "next time you hit me with that you'll be in the naughty corner" "leave baby Isla alone, she's sleeping". The list goes on and on and on and on and on.....

 

Breaks my heart