Been AWOL

Yeah shit happens.
In no particular order -

Only weeks until Miss O is 1 year old, this makes me sad.
I can't resist Cadbury marvellous creations.
I fucking love chai latte.
Having a really sick baby sucks. Having to hold down said baby while doctors put iv in their arm is worse.
The beds for parents in the children's ward suck.
Thank fuck for free healthcare.
I still need a haircut.
I will be gorilla legs mum until I can buy new razors. And I will not raise my arms.
As the time of buying a car draws nearer, I'm growing terrified of the prospect of owning a car and all it entails. Makes complete sense when I'm a mum of 2 kids right?
I got more earrings from Jessica's Jewels, this makes me happy. Thinking I may have to carry around a stack of her business cards, I've been asked about them by randoms that much.
Again I have been beaten by mount folding. I need a sherpa and oxygen. I blame my mother for buying the girls more clothes.
I love sweet potato fries.
I'm thinking I need to take out shares in Spotlight, bandaids, Arnotts and Colgate. I bet every mum had a similar list.
I finally upgraded my mobile (cell) phone. Goodbye old iPhone 3gs and hello new HTC One. Love love.
Not so much love for getting internet connected, this makes me very cranky.

Dear eldest daughter ....

Why? Why? But why? Why? Can I? I want? Please mum? Mum? Mummy? My mumma? Mum? Heeeey mum? You get me? 

No, just no, SHUT UP ....... *sigh* they never. stop. talking. 

And they don't listen, you repeat the same thing several himdred times a day. 

Oh but wait, they do listen because they are quite capable of throwing your own words back in your face ... 

"How many times do I have to tell you?" 

"Where are your manners?"

"Don't use that naughty word!"

"Oh maaaan"

"Just give me a minute" 

"I said in a minute"

"No not right now" 

You kid, have far too much attitude for someone so tiny. 

But she fucking loves making pizza. 

Thanks!

Yay, I went out and did the groceries today, thanks T and Z! 

Picked up the party favour boxes I can now decorate ready for Miss O's party, and by decorate I mean glue on a picture of an owl.

Got a heap of salad stuff, wholegrain crackers, tuna, and fruit so I can start eating better. I've gained back some weight these last few months, not too much thank fuck, but enough to just not feel comfortable anymore. I've defaulted to relying too much on rice and pasta, and not making enough things from scratch. My first goal is 6kg done by, um, lets go my birthday, that gives me 10 weeks, surely I can do that? 

You know what else I've been doing? Being a lazy. fucking. sook. 

I must start walking again, I can't use Miss O as an excuse, she loves the ergo carrier and it's hell comfortable for me. Miss G has daycare, don't need to drag her along. 

DO ALL THE EXERCISE!!! .....

Ok just stretches, bedercise and walking.

 Bedercise? Bad back + fat chick + kids = you use time like now, 11.40pm, laying in bed writing a blog, to do any form of exercise you can ..... Right now I'm pumping my legs, probably looks fucking ridiculous but that's the beauty of bedercise, no poor fuckers can see me!!! 

And I'm sick, the tiny humans shared their germs ..... Feels like my head is being pumped with air and some bastard has the vent blocked ..... And there's snot :/

The best part ... While I was out doing groceries, kid free, Mr Ex-m did my folding!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking awesome! I put them all away tonight, which also meant sorting the draws that have been all mixed up, and removing 000 items Miss O is too big for. There's still sheets and towels waiting, but fuck those are easy, and go in the same place. Happy happy!!

Eh, more cold and flu tablets and sleeeeeeep. 

Tired day

Today is one of those days where I wish I had a stash of V or Redbull to skull .... And chase down with a no-doze and a cup of coffee. Just so tired, and sore, and despite a morning visit to Spotlight for fabric and bits I needed, I have no motivation or energy to do the sewing. 

Preeeeeetty. 

I also need to wash my hair and shave my legs but I'm not brave enough to let the girls run free in my bedroom while I do so. 

Forgot to get something out for dinner too ....

And I'm stumped as to what to do for today's photo a day subject .... "Bright" ...... Hrm .......

*bitch whinge whine moan* woa is me .........

A Photo A Day

I've seen others participate, think its great, but never make it in time to join.

Not this time, this time I'm fucking in!!!

I'm doing June, following the list by Fat Mum Slim

You can follow my awesomeness via Instagram and I'll share my month when it's done.  

Shit and Crumbs

For most people, taking a shit in peace is the usual, for parents it is a well known and rarely experienced luxury. It is also a thing of fear and terror when you go take your seat, and there are no followers. Instead, there is silence. 

Lunch time, Miss O contained in high chair, Miss G busy licking the jam off the bread. Window of opportunity. 

Then I hear the laughter. 

The laughter escalates ..... add banging ....

May have broken my PB for wiping .....

I walk out of my room and am greeted with a line of crushed and mushed food, leading from the front door down to the dining area, and 2 very chuffed looking girls. 

Seems Miss G started riding her plastic trike, Miss O started throwing her food on the floor, Miss G ran over it and upon seeing it made a mess, laughed and did it again. The banging was her zooming down the hallway and slamming into the front door, hence the hysterical laughter from Miss O.

What I failed to see, until after the girls were in bed, was the second mass of food crumbs all over the lounge room rug. 

The fucking shit can stay there, I'm not waking the kids to vacuum it, plus the inevitable swarm of ants will give Miss G something to play with in the morning.