Did you miss me?  Thought not.  Unfortunately our monitor went poof and it's soul destroying updating on my phone, or so my thumb professes.  Yet by the wonders of freecycle we now have a monitor again.  Hurrah.

To say Half Term is a bit of a washout would be somewhat of an understatement.  Thing One and Thing Two had been loving their freedom at playing outside with their friends and the un-jungled garden however, it's too wet to play out and besides, the swing needs re cementing.  So in lieu of anything to do they've been intermittently trying to throttle each other and mine and The Husbands fragile sanity.  In what is seemingly tradition the past few years now the school holidays are here The Mother has jetted off to her place in Spain so we can't even have respite by sending them to sleep at her house and due to aforementioned weather it's rather difficult to separate them to let them have some space as usually The Husband would take Thing One on an epic walk.

I don't think The Toddler has quite forgiven Thing One and Thing Two yet for interfering with his peaceful sibling free days.

In a moment of temporary insanity whilst The Husband was having some 'Him Time' out and about on his bike in the rain, I made the fateful decision that I should take the kids not only Puddle Jumping, but Puddle Jumping alone.  Just as we were about to leave The Husband returned and felt obliged to accompany s yet made no secret of his loathing of the idea, apparently it was cold and wet and simply not an enjoyable prospect.  Obviously it was a different kind of rain when he was cycling.  Near the local shops there is a car park that has huge puddles in it sop there we headed.  The Sprogs were rabid with excitement and had a fantastic time despite The Toddler falling several times yet the wee trooper didn't so much as shed a tear unlike Thing Two.  She bumped into The Toddler and that was it, game over.  The Husband declared it was all a terrible idea, my idea and thus my fault so homeward bound we all marched, soggy and disenchanted with Thing Two still snivelling.

In a rare moment of domesticity I decided to hang some washing out the other day, typically it rained.  The moment of domesticity passed and the washing is still out there.  It's still raining.

I actually like the rain, in a way.  I find peace in the sound of it and solace in the smell.  I get an urge to just go out, alone, and lay in it.  One day I'll humour that urge.

Half Term

Oh dear.  Only day two of half term and Thing One and Thing Two are already fighting like cat and dog with the familiar cacophony of tears, screams, accusations and shouting (& that's just The Husband and I) Even when separated and banished to their rooms, they still argue.  The garden is too damp for them to play in and the swing needs re-cementing.  I'm trying to convince The Husband with promises of sexual favours, that he really should let me bid on a climbing frame/slide doodah for Thing One and Thing Two.

This is going to be a long day.

Is it Valium o'clock yet?

I wonder if we have a spare cupboard I can hide in.

White Rabbit.

A pinch, a punch, first day of the month.

How is it June already?  June is a busy month of dates featuring Father's day, my dad's birthday, the 12 year anniversary of the first date I had with The Husband and also our 8 year wedding anniversary not to mention the slightly more morbid anniversary of  The Miscarriage.

So day one of Half Term is nearly over and what do you know, we've actually survived it.  Crikey.

The Toddler is somewhat disgruntled that his space is being invaded by Thing One and Thing Two, he understands they go to school yet I think the fact they have holidays is beyond him and in his mind entering the realm of the absurdly unfair. 

Today has been one of those days with not much to say nor do as it simply dripped by in drabs.

The Toddler has decided lately that he at nap time he simply must remove his socks,  I haven't the foggiest what that's about.  A toddlers mind is a complex place.

He's already decided I am merely parts and not a whole as whilst packing the boulders back into the scaffolding (aka bra) he chirped up 'Bye Bye Meemee's, love you' Meemee's being his word for boobies.
 
Talking of scaffolding, due to going down in back size again I decided I'd trial wearing real bras instead of nursing bras, you know...pretty things with underwire.  I figure they're big enough and droopy enough to wop out over the top 68565858 times a day, however, having tried two different sizes now I am at a total loss as to what cup size I am and what was an exciting uplifting prospect of new underwear is now a total disheartening ball ache that has made me decide to send them all back and stick with the godawful nursing bras that are slightly too big and revisit the situation should I ever manage to shift this extra stone I've been meaning to lose yet failing at abysmally.  So now I feel like a fat frumpy failure, for a change.  It's been over 8 years since I had pretty, shapely decent underwear.  I miss my old draw of gossard loveliness.

I won't even start on today's latest hair fail....

Do you ever feel that everything you attempt just goes wrong? No matter how you try to improve your confidence you can't quite get there, underwear fail, weight loss fail, clothes fail, shoe fail and hair fail. 

...where's the chocolate? ...