The eclipse – how to improvise this phenomenon by a 9 year old

Ok yesterday’s post was heavy, but I am pleased to report that I have told my hubby that I applied to be a social worker and he didn’t baulk at the idea (especially when I told him the childcare costs would at least be covered….and maybe some groceries). My mother in law on the other hand didn’t seem to restrain her feelings. When I told her over the phone, there was a pause then she commented that she had always thought my sister in law would have made a good social worker (and she didn’t add the word ‘too’ afterwards). I consoled myself by realising that my mother in law doesn’t really know me, she only knows that I am able to love her son (although she confesses if he had been first born she wouldn’t have had any more children) and that I am able to have babies quite quickly ( not the conception part, rather rubbish at that, but the labour part – my daughter was four hours and my son was two – he came out so quick his eyes were bloodshot). 

Anyway, It’s the eclipse tomorrow and everyone is getting geared up at school for a glimpse in the playground. My daughter was asked to make a viewer from a cereal box (we don’t have cereal so I actually went out and bought cereal for this very purpose). After extracting the weetabixes, she set to work. Lots of cutting and tape ripping ensued before I went in to check how she was doing and found her ‘testing’ the viewer by standing on a stool holding a tennis ball up to the ceiling light…’it works’ she said. I just hope the clouds clear for tomorrow.

She then did a demonstration of the process of the eclipse for me and baby boy. She used a large round cushion to represent the sun and chose a tennis ball for the earth, much to the amusement of my Jack Russell, who kept chasing the ‘Earth’ while it was in orbit of the cushion. I was laughing and so was baby boy as my daughter got very cross with the JR as she tried to extract ‘Earth’ from the dog’s mouth. So she gave up the idea and used us instead. I was the sun, baby boy was the moon and she was earth, except the moon was rather too close to the sun and after a while got bored of going round and round. 

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Free the robots

It is 10pm and I have baby boy sat next to me chattering away about superheroes, monsters and dinosaurs. He has a cold that is particularly snotty and not conducive to lying horizontal so is far happier sitting upright on the sofa…moments ago he was snoring. 

I have spent most of this evening firing out messages to all available childminders and nannies in the area as I have been offered the job. So now the reality has hit home that both children will need to be cared for from 7.30 til 6, with school and pre school inbetween. I want to try and keep them together if possible hence the search for a local childminder. If they could also take the dogs out and run the Hoover round the house that would be great too, as I am not fancying spending my weekend as Mrs Mop. I’m not OCD but I can’t quite bring myself to leave the cleaning until the point where I need to ‘muck out’ the house.

Because it will fall to me, I am under no illusion that just because I will be working, my other half will pick up more of a share in housework. No, I am a woman therefore I must do EVERYTHING. 

Maybe by the time our children are our age there will be robots to help or women will be emancipated from all assumptions of domestic duties….no I think robots are more likely..

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Swiss mummy

A Mum looked at me across a table of Mothers Day presents we were wrapping for the school fundraiser, after she had completed her morning shift on the minimum wage at a pre-school. She looked exhausted but still had the patience to fulfil my baby boy’s requests as he was grisly with a cold as well of the needs of her own son.

She said, ‘My only worry used to be what shoes I should wear to walk to work over the Waterloo bridge. Now three children later, I won’t be sitting down for the next 10 years’. Brilliant! Reading this back, it may appear as if she is referring to the long-term side effects of childbirth, but she was really talking about motherhood.

Fitting work in around the kids turns you into a Swiss Army knife but without the mechanical continuity. At some point the late nights trying to reclaim some downtime catch up with you and no sooner the children are in bed, you pass out too.

But the feeling of exhaustion is always diluted by happiness, a sleepy happiness that you have the chance to be a Mum in the first place and all it entails.

It’s just all the other shit that modern day society expects you to do alongside motherhood that makes it exhausting. 

As one of my mugs states, ‘a woman’s work is never done so why start?’ I say, ‘get a man to at least finish it for you, or do 50/50’. I think things have improved but things have also worsened too.

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Dad the Basset hound

It is 9.30 in the morning in Sydney, which is where my Dad and stepmom have just arrived to commence their honeymoon of a lifetime.

In the space of a couple of years my Dad has made the woman he loves his wife, obtained broadband where he lives in the sticks, discovered the World Wide Web, got his email, registered a Skype profile and bought a tablet pc.

The biggest change is that he is now a big softie, looking at me, his grandchildren and my stepmom with a doughy eyed look similar to that of an old Basset hound. In fact, what with his slight hobble, if he was a dog he would be a basset.

My Dad proves that with age comes an appreciation of time and that it is not infinite, so he is doing what we should all be doing, appreciating what is right in front of him.

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Best Man to Mickey & Minnie – a toast

Today, I welcome guest blogger – my husband. I have downright plaigiarised his best mans speech material – the names have been replaced to protect the innocent (or not so).

Enjoy.

Tom x

Mickey & Minnie welcome to the world of marriage, marriage number 2!  run Mickey run!! its never too late.  No only joking.

At last finally married! I have known Mickey my father in law for as long as i have known Tom  which is about 18 years.  And Minnie i feel like i have known for life. Minnie now my mother in law who which is a wonderful Gran to our kids,  who both of them feel like life long companions to both Tom and me.

i have to say, that there has been one thing i always wanted to do after all these years and that is to wind up Mickey  Because for as long as he has known me Mickey always has to tease me whether it is the car i have or something which i have done he will always has a joke ! because he knows i’m a easy target,

For the people who didn’t know, Mickey needed to go to the loo while we were on the stag night as you do.  Rather than checking the signage before enteri ng he thought sod it i go in regardless.  Now as he sat in the toilet he heard women’s voices. And thought to himself what’s going on?

So he stepped out of the cubicle and saw the lots of ladies standing there  then suddenly it dawned on him that he was in the wrong place and said oh ops sorry and swiftly walked out! then finally managed to find the mens toilets. he came back to our table looking very embarrassed, Then Mickey told us about his little adventure and we just fell about laughing with me nearly choking on my beer.   This quite frankly is the best thing i had ever seen Mickey do,  for the rest of the  night i made jokes about the ladies toilets.  i would imagine a Senior moment happened there .

But moving on a more serious note,  as why we here today  I can honestly say that i could not find a happy couple than these two.  So i congratulate on the Happy married couple and wish them all the very best for the future.  So glasses please everyone and cheers.  Can i lastly say i would like to thank everyone in involved to help organise Mickey and Minnies wedding  so once again raise your glasses please and cheers.

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Old Stags rule

My Dad wants to go on a stag do in the run-up to his wedding on Valentine’s day next year. He has already appointed my husband as best man. While hubby is honoured to be in this respected role he is quietly pooping himself because a) he hates public speaking (I wrote his groom’s speech when we got married) and b) he doesnt particularly relish the idea of spending a day and possibly a night with a load of 60 plus men getting hammered.

But as a son-in-law he knows he needs to be supportive and do whats right for the old man.

So, what do you do on an old man’s stag do?

Karting was an option, but ruled out because of a few dodgy knees in the group. A visit to a strip club not good for weak hearts and marital relations.

For some reason, my Dad fancies going to Guernsey. But what do you do in January apart from freeze?

I definitely think there is space in the market for dedicated excursions for old stags.

I just need to find something that will remind them of what it was like to be young but within the parameters of old age…..

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