Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
The Goose is getting fat...
Yes, yes, Christmas is coming, and yes the goose is getting fat, Ive been desperately trying to reign in the Christmas madness.
"No mum, we do not need beef, turkey, ham and pork on Christmas day. No mum cooking dozens of mince pies is not necessary to our happiness. No mum I dont think we need a starter, a main course, a desert, christmas pudding and cheese, surely just the main meal, mince pies (cause no one likes Christmas pudding) and cheese is more than enough".
Dylan's present pile has increased with each passing day, and there is a small element of shame that fills me, is this all necessary. As a child I remember such fun Christmases, yes we had presents, but did we have this much stuff! Probably, but it still feels like too much.
Am I being unrealistic to want a nice family day, with a few gifts, that are wanted, not that are brought for the sake of buying something. I want to spend time with my parents and my gorgous boy. Is it too much to ask!
Am I being a kill joy?
"No mum, we do not need beef, turkey, ham and pork on Christmas day. No mum cooking dozens of mince pies is not necessary to our happiness. No mum I dont think we need a starter, a main course, a desert, christmas pudding and cheese, surely just the main meal, mince pies (cause no one likes Christmas pudding) and cheese is more than enough".
Dylan's present pile has increased with each passing day, and there is a small element of shame that fills me, is this all necessary. As a child I remember such fun Christmases, yes we had presents, but did we have this much stuff! Probably, but it still feels like too much.
Am I being unrealistic to want a nice family day, with a few gifts, that are wanted, not that are brought for the sake of buying something. I want to spend time with my parents and my gorgous boy. Is it too much to ask!
Am I being a kill joy?
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Christmas Fayre
Because the nursery has been so fantastic over the last couple of months with mums various hospital appointments and crappy illnesses I volunteered to Victoria a non gratis session at the Christmas Fayre. I was actually pretty nervous because Ive only done three Christmas sessions and I only got the training video last week from Jane, but I'd promised and a promise is a promise.
Mum and dad came with Dylan and I. Dad took the photo's, mum entertained Dylan with painting, visiting Santa Claus and playing with Baby Jesus and I entertained the hordes...
Mum and dad came with Dylan and I. Dad took the photo's, mum entertained Dylan with painting, visiting Santa Claus and playing with Baby Jesus and I entertained the hordes...
Friday, December 12, 2008
Dylan's First Nativity Play
I couldnt believe it, today was really lovely, he joined in, he danced and he sat, quiet without singing, when they were expected to.
To see a larger image, just click on the collage.
It was a really lovely half an hour, and I know its really mumsie, but I WAS SOOOO PROUD - and yes, before anyone asks I cried.
To see a larger image, just click on the collage.
It was a really lovely half an hour, and I know its really mumsie, but I WAS SOOOO PROUD - and yes, before anyone asks I cried.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Dont put your son on the stage Mrs Browning....
Oh my dear, well what can one say...
Its all been a very stressful few weeks. Dylan, whilst enjoying much of his new nursery room has apparently had some teething problems.
Hmmm - today cheryl, caterpillars room leader approached me when I picked Dylan up.
"Shannon, we have a slight problem with Dylan".
"Oh, what? Is everything ok".
"Oh yes, everything is fine" reassuring smile. "Its just that he is getting a little bit distressed when we are doing the rehearsals for the nativity play.
I laughed, "He's not jumping up and singing "I wanta move it, move it?"
"Well yes, he is, but we keep trying to make him sit still and thats what's distressing him. We might have to bring him out to you when we do the play, I just didnt want you to worry!"
Worry!
My god, does this mean my child is going to be a stageaphobe.
Actually that wasnt what my initial thought was, but those who know Keefe and I and know we have both stomped upon the boards we loving call AmDram, it was a slight niggle thought in the back of my mind - NOT REALLY, well maybe a little!
"Oh OK, no problems" I said and giggled.
I went home and told mum and dad and Keefe, who all said "Dylan, stage shy - NEVER!!".
Whatcha gonna do... force the issue? Damn right I am, now where are those dress up clothes!!!
Its all been a very stressful few weeks. Dylan, whilst enjoying much of his new nursery room has apparently had some teething problems.
Hmmm - today cheryl, caterpillars room leader approached me when I picked Dylan up.
"Shannon, we have a slight problem with Dylan".
"Oh, what? Is everything ok".
"Oh yes, everything is fine" reassuring smile. "Its just that he is getting a little bit distressed when we are doing the rehearsals for the nativity play.
I laughed, "He's not jumping up and singing "I wanta move it, move it?"
"Well yes, he is, but we keep trying to make him sit still and thats what's distressing him. We might have to bring him out to you when we do the play, I just didnt want you to worry!"
Worry!
My god, does this mean my child is going to be a stageaphobe.
Actually that wasnt what my initial thought was, but those who know Keefe and I and know we have both stomped upon the boards we loving call AmDram, it was a slight niggle thought in the back of my mind - NOT REALLY, well maybe a little!
"Oh OK, no problems" I said and giggled.
I went home and told mum and dad and Keefe, who all said "Dylan, stage shy - NEVER!!".
Whatcha gonna do... force the issue? Damn right I am, now where are those dress up clothes!!!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Moving up to Caterpillars
A week or so ago Dylan's Key worker, Vicky, said that Dylan was going to be "popping" into the next room up - the Caterpillars room, this is for children 2yrs and 9 months to 4years - he wouldn't be going up till after Christmas but it was going to be an introduction.
At the end of last week Vicky and Sally, the Tweenies room leader, had a chat with me to say that they thought he and Jamie, Dylan's friend were ready and happy to move up right then and there....
Oh my goodness...
He's moving up to the big boys room...
My baby is no longer a baby!!!
At the end of last week Vicky and Sally, the Tweenies room leader, had a chat with me to say that they thought he and Jamie, Dylan's friend were ready and happy to move up right then and there....
Oh my goodness...
He's moving up to the big boys room...
My baby is no longer a baby!!!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Cough colds and works of art.
Dylan and I have both been infected with various bugs that have caused us to snot, to cough, to poop or to spew, gorgeous in our total illness!
The other night, after 3 consecutive nights without sleep due to Dylans coughing, my coughing, Dylans sickness and my toilet runs, I couldnt find the energy to get out of the bed to hack up my snot. (I can hear Helen gagging) So in my lazy ugness I coughed up a small gold mine and spat it into my empty water glass.
Im sorry, its revolting I know, but I really couldnt drag my sorry ass out of bed to get to the toilet for more toilet roll.
Anyway, reveling in my revoltingness I did this about six times through the night.
The morning dawned and I reminded myself that I needed to clean the glass out, I went to brush my teeth and heard Dylan humming to himself. Ahhh I thought, I wonder what he is doing...
I walked back down the hall to see Dylan holding my glass, with his fingers splayed, covered in snot "Look mummy" he said "Im drawning"....
Gag - I think I may be creating the next Damien Hurts!!
The other night, after 3 consecutive nights without sleep due to Dylans coughing, my coughing, Dylans sickness and my toilet runs, I couldnt find the energy to get out of the bed to hack up my snot. (I can hear Helen gagging) So in my lazy ugness I coughed up a small gold mine and spat it into my empty water glass.
Im sorry, its revolting I know, but I really couldnt drag my sorry ass out of bed to get to the toilet for more toilet roll.
Anyway, reveling in my revoltingness I did this about six times through the night.
The morning dawned and I reminded myself that I needed to clean the glass out, I went to brush my teeth and heard Dylan humming to himself. Ahhh I thought, I wonder what he is doing...
I walked back down the hall to see Dylan holding my glass, with his fingers splayed, covered in snot "Look mummy" he said "Im drawning"....
Gag - I think I may be creating the next Damien Hurts!!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Bev turns 40
Simon, Bev's gorgeous husband contacted me a while back to help organise a party for his beloved wife.
This weekend was the party weekend. I finished sing and sign, got into the car and drove over to Garstang, Preston. It was a horrible drive, wet, windy and full of bloody drivers who drove at 50 miles an hour.
I finally got the Simon and Bev's about 4o'clock. It was going to be a surprise party, but those who know and love Bev know that its just not possible to do surprise anything where she is concerned. So there was no need for pretenses, I turned up and after hugs and tea, chatting with Bev and Lynne, thier house mate, Simon and I set off to the venue to set it up.
Candles, baloon and embarrassing pictures in place we returned home to get ready for the party. Bev is a, and Im sure she wont mind me saying this, horsey person. She lives in jeans and enjoys mucking out and generally doing horsey things, she doesnt do dresses, but tonight she doned a gorgeous dress, which showed off her puppies perfectly - she hated it, put on make up and even did her nails. This is obviuosly what happens when you turn 40!
Almost on time we all headed off to the party, where we proceeded to drink, dance and generally be merry. I had a fantastic time, running round with my camera, taking pics of people having fun, drinking, smoking and dancing. The evening was lovely and as the DJ wound up I was left thinking how lovely my friends life is, great friends who love her and a husband who, whilst not the most romantic bloke in the world, would throw a surprise party for her and let her in on the surprise.
A small crowd of us headed back to the house for "more wine", more waffle and in my case a little bit of snogging. But thats my secret and Im not telling anyone nuffink else about that!!!!
So here they are - a few pics to capture the evening.
This weekend was the party weekend. I finished sing and sign, got into the car and drove over to Garstang, Preston. It was a horrible drive, wet, windy and full of bloody drivers who drove at 50 miles an hour.
I finally got the Simon and Bev's about 4o'clock. It was going to be a surprise party, but those who know and love Bev know that its just not possible to do surprise anything where she is concerned. So there was no need for pretenses, I turned up and after hugs and tea, chatting with Bev and Lynne, thier house mate, Simon and I set off to the venue to set it up.
Candles, baloon and embarrassing pictures in place we returned home to get ready for the party. Bev is a, and Im sure she wont mind me saying this, horsey person. She lives in jeans and enjoys mucking out and generally doing horsey things, she doesnt do dresses, but tonight she doned a gorgeous dress, which showed off her puppies perfectly - she hated it, put on make up and even did her nails. This is obviuosly what happens when you turn 40!
Almost on time we all headed off to the party, where we proceeded to drink, dance and generally be merry. I had a fantastic time, running round with my camera, taking pics of people having fun, drinking, smoking and dancing. The evening was lovely and as the DJ wound up I was left thinking how lovely my friends life is, great friends who love her and a husband who, whilst not the most romantic bloke in the world, would throw a surprise party for her and let her in on the surprise.
A small crowd of us headed back to the house for "more wine", more waffle and in my case a little bit of snogging. But thats my secret and Im not telling anyone nuffink else about that!!!!
So here they are - a few pics to capture the evening.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Im weak - I went covert in Total!
But Im trying! Very trying I hear you call!
Rooooaaaaaarrrrrrr - well actually I have to admit that by Thursday I ran out of steam, but I did manage to maintain at least a level of healthyness until Saturday when I cracked and brought six chocolate doughnuts, a bottle of wine and 10 fags....
DOH!
It was the garages fault. Damn Total gargage and their Hot food counter! I had gone in feeling all in control and there they were all wrapped up and yummy, well we all know chocolate goes well with wine, and wine goes well with fags, but Im a non smoker and if I was going to be naughty that was the one rule I was going to stick with. So I covertly snuck the chocolate doughnuts and wine beneath a paper, you never know who might be watching.
When the lady at the counter asked if I had any petrol I smiled and said "No", but ... slipping the delights over the counter,"anything else" she smiled at me temptingly - Im sure I saw horns and I found myself saying "yeah, 10 Richmond menthol please"... and just like that - failure. Back in the safety of my own house I closed my curtains, pulled on my pyjammies then ate, smoked and drank my way to self destruction.
I woke the next morning with Helen's voice echoing in my head "worst thing you can do, binge drink". And through dedication and determination I set about doing everything I should have done yesterday.
In my "I am woman hear me roar" mood I had invited mum and dad round for Sunday Lunch. Not wanting to blow my own trumpet, I felt pretty darn confident that this was going to be a lovely meal.
I peeled vegetables, prepared the steamed lemon desert, put in the meat and managed to clean throughout the house. Totally in control I sat in front of the TV and watched "Fanny Hill" - What a woman!
Mum and dad turned up about 1.30, veg cooking, meat looking a bit red, but stil time. Keefe was to deliver we man to us for 2pm and dinner would, I felt confident, be served at 2.15. Its all about timing.
2.10, the phone rang. Keefe's car wasnt working, dad was dispatched to go and pick up Dylan. The potatoes, were looking a bit crisp, so I turned them down, the meat was still looking a bit red - hmmm! Turn down the veg.
2.45 dad returns.
Meat a disaster, potatoes and parsnips so hard you can hardly cut through them, brocolli, asparagus and cabage so limp they need surgical support to get to the plate.
All in all - one very big disaster. Mum and dad were very polite about the whole thing, but did suggest maybe Mum should do Christmas dinner!
I am woman, hear me whimper!
Rooooaaaaaarrrrrrr - well actually I have to admit that by Thursday I ran out of steam, but I did manage to maintain at least a level of healthyness until Saturday when I cracked and brought six chocolate doughnuts, a bottle of wine and 10 fags....
DOH!
It was the garages fault. Damn Total gargage and their Hot food counter! I had gone in feeling all in control and there they were all wrapped up and yummy, well we all know chocolate goes well with wine, and wine goes well with fags, but Im a non smoker and if I was going to be naughty that was the one rule I was going to stick with. So I covertly snuck the chocolate doughnuts and wine beneath a paper, you never know who might be watching.
When the lady at the counter asked if I had any petrol I smiled and said "No", but ... slipping the delights over the counter,"anything else" she smiled at me temptingly - Im sure I saw horns and I found myself saying "yeah, 10 Richmond menthol please"... and just like that - failure. Back in the safety of my own house I closed my curtains, pulled on my pyjammies then ate, smoked and drank my way to self destruction.
I woke the next morning with Helen's voice echoing in my head "worst thing you can do, binge drink". And through dedication and determination I set about doing everything I should have done yesterday.
In my "I am woman hear me roar" mood I had invited mum and dad round for Sunday Lunch. Not wanting to blow my own trumpet, I felt pretty darn confident that this was going to be a lovely meal.
I peeled vegetables, prepared the steamed lemon desert, put in the meat and managed to clean throughout the house. Totally in control I sat in front of the TV and watched "Fanny Hill" - What a woman!
Mum and dad turned up about 1.30, veg cooking, meat looking a bit red, but stil time. Keefe was to deliver we man to us for 2pm and dinner would, I felt confident, be served at 2.15. Its all about timing.
2.10, the phone rang. Keefe's car wasnt working, dad was dispatched to go and pick up Dylan. The potatoes, were looking a bit crisp, so I turned them down, the meat was still looking a bit red - hmmm! Turn down the veg.
2.45 dad returns.
Meat a disaster, potatoes and parsnips so hard you can hardly cut through them, brocolli, asparagus and cabage so limp they need surgical support to get to the plate.
All in all - one very big disaster. Mum and dad were very polite about the whole thing, but did suggest maybe Mum should do Christmas dinner!
I am woman, hear me whimper!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tell me why
I hate Mondays... or at least that's how the song goes, me, Im actually loving today, I dont know where Ive got all this positivity from but today is the first day of the rest of my life...
Kinda...
Today Im a non smoker - those who know me have my permission to knock any offending cigarettes from my lips if you see me with one in my mouth.
Today I have started my fitness regime - Im doing pilates on Mondays, thanks to Helen for the prompt. Tuesdays Im going swimming with Ruth. Wednesday is a rest day, but will probably spend the evening with Dylan crawling round the floor, running up and down the stairs and generally being "fun mum". Thursday Im doing my rosemary Connoly DVD, 50 minutes of exercise meant to tighten and firm. Friday Im having a rest day. Saturday will mean gardening or decorating and we all know how they make you feel.
Today I have decided that no matter how corny it is "no one else can make you feel inferior to them unless you let them".
Today is the first day of the rest of my life!
Kinda...
Today Im a non smoker - those who know me have my permission to knock any offending cigarettes from my lips if you see me with one in my mouth.
Today I have started my fitness regime - Im doing pilates on Mondays, thanks to Helen for the prompt. Tuesdays Im going swimming with Ruth. Wednesday is a rest day, but will probably spend the evening with Dylan crawling round the floor, running up and down the stairs and generally being "fun mum". Thursday Im doing my rosemary Connoly DVD, 50 minutes of exercise meant to tighten and firm. Friday Im having a rest day. Saturday will mean gardening or decorating and we all know how they make you feel.
Today I have decided that no matter how corny it is "no one else can make you feel inferior to them unless you let them".
Today is the first day of the rest of my life!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Stuck
I woke up this morning still buzzing from my rather gorgeous burst of energy and enthusiasm of yesterday. I ran round the house like a mad dervish, cleaning, tidying, getting Dylan ready for nursery whilst juggling the washing, the demands for "more Thomas" and managing to get my sing and sign stuff out to the car.
"I am woman hear me roar"
Then 10 minutes before my estimated departure time I was herding my immaculately pressed wee man out to the car. "I want to drive the twaktor" (Tractor - my car, yes it really does sound this bad) exclaimed the little man.
He climbed into the car, I pushed in the keys and whilst sorting out the recycling I left him to play farmers.
The wind decided at that moment to blow all the papers out of my recycling box (crap) and I downed the box and took off after the paper like some heat seeking missile. Success, the paper caught I turned as the door to the car slammed shut (bugger, fingers)But no, I saw a smiling, waving Dylan. I waved back then my eyes bulged as he hit the door lock button.
In slow motion I ran towards him, "Noooooooooo". Hands pressed up against the window I stared at him in amazement, anger and total loss.
"mummie, look, I stuck in". He turned to the drivers wheel and proceeded to play again.
"Dylan, baby" I said as I banged on the window (keep calm) "Dylan, look at mummie, see the handle, pull the handle". Ignored! I fumbled for my bag, spare key, no spare key, spare key in the house, where's the house keys - yep, on with the car keys.
"Dylan, sweetheart" I said as I banged on the window (Big smile, tinged with desperation - keep calm) "Dylan, look at mummie, see the handle, pull the handle", desperately miming pulling a handle. He looks at me with big eyes and suddenly that's when it hits him, he is locked in. Little hands come up to the window,eyes fill with tears "Mommie".
"oh Dylan, its alright, don't worry, mummie will get you out!" But how, I call my dad, mum has a spare key. I get his answer machine, bloody answer machines. I call his work number, I get his answer machine, I call his spare phone, the bloody answer machine again. I hate bloody answer machines. I call my mum, Arghhh the bloody answer machine. I call my dads work number again. This time a colleague answers, "no he's not here, have you tried his mobile?".
I stand in the street the wind whipping and rain threatening and I'm on the edge of tears. Dylan sits with his head hidden and cries. I have never felt so hopeless in all my life. I consider throwing a plant pot through the patio doors, but the cost of replacing the double glazed windows brings me to my senses.
I pace - I'm good at pacing. Dylan still cries, his little face looking at me asking why I'm not getting him out of the car. "I stuck mummie, open door" he says. "I cant baby - please Dylan, pull the handle. Wind the window down, do you remember how to wind the window down?" Blank, more tears!
I call Jane, my sing and sign boss. Not to worry she will cancel the course, everyone will understand. Will they? God I hope so!
Finally my phone rings. "Its dad, got your message on my way home now to pick up the keys". A wave of relief hits me. "its OK baby, Rubber Duck is coming to save the day". We wait, how long does a minute last...
45 minutes later and no end of tears and retching and dad drives down the road. I press my hands up against the window. "Dylan, Grandie is here" the window slowly moves, and Dylan winds down the window. "Mummie" he whispers "I was stuck".
I stick my arm through the window and pull the handle. Dylan in my arms I turn to dad with tears streaming down my face.
"I am woman hear me roar"....
"I am woman hear me roar"
Then 10 minutes before my estimated departure time I was herding my immaculately pressed wee man out to the car. "I want to drive the twaktor" (Tractor - my car, yes it really does sound this bad) exclaimed the little man.
He climbed into the car, I pushed in the keys and whilst sorting out the recycling I left him to play farmers.
The wind decided at that moment to blow all the papers out of my recycling box (crap) and I downed the box and took off after the paper like some heat seeking missile. Success, the paper caught I turned as the door to the car slammed shut (bugger, fingers)But no, I saw a smiling, waving Dylan. I waved back then my eyes bulged as he hit the door lock button.
In slow motion I ran towards him, "Noooooooooo". Hands pressed up against the window I stared at him in amazement, anger and total loss.
"mummie, look, I stuck in". He turned to the drivers wheel and proceeded to play again.
"Dylan, baby" I said as I banged on the window (keep calm) "Dylan, look at mummie, see the handle, pull the handle". Ignored! I fumbled for my bag, spare key, no spare key, spare key in the house, where's the house keys - yep, on with the car keys.
"Dylan, sweetheart" I said as I banged on the window (Big smile, tinged with desperation - keep calm) "Dylan, look at mummie, see the handle, pull the handle", desperately miming pulling a handle. He looks at me with big eyes and suddenly that's when it hits him, he is locked in. Little hands come up to the window,eyes fill with tears "Mommie".
"oh Dylan, its alright, don't worry, mummie will get you out!" But how, I call my dad, mum has a spare key. I get his answer machine, bloody answer machines. I call his work number, I get his answer machine, I call his spare phone, the bloody answer machine again. I hate bloody answer machines. I call my mum, Arghhh the bloody answer machine. I call my dads work number again. This time a colleague answers, "no he's not here, have you tried his mobile?".
I stand in the street the wind whipping and rain threatening and I'm on the edge of tears. Dylan sits with his head hidden and cries. I have never felt so hopeless in all my life. I consider throwing a plant pot through the patio doors, but the cost of replacing the double glazed windows brings me to my senses.
I pace - I'm good at pacing. Dylan still cries, his little face looking at me asking why I'm not getting him out of the car. "I stuck mummie, open door" he says. "I cant baby - please Dylan, pull the handle. Wind the window down, do you remember how to wind the window down?" Blank, more tears!
I call Jane, my sing and sign boss. Not to worry she will cancel the course, everyone will understand. Will they? God I hope so!
Finally my phone rings. "Its dad, got your message on my way home now to pick up the keys". A wave of relief hits me. "its OK baby, Rubber Duck is coming to save the day". We wait, how long does a minute last...
45 minutes later and no end of tears and retching and dad drives down the road. I press my hands up against the window. "Dylan, Grandie is here" the window slowly moves, and Dylan winds down the window. "Mummie" he whispers "I was stuck".
I stick my arm through the window and pull the handle. Dylan in my arms I turn to dad with tears streaming down my face.
"I am woman hear me roar"....
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Blue gone, hello Yello
Just a quicky to say, Im no longer blue, infact Im peachy, Im in the pink, Im bloody happy...
Just goes to show - no matter how long the road or how dark the tunnel a Llama is always bigger than a frog!
Just goes to show - no matter how long the road or how dark the tunnel a Llama is always bigger than a frog!
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Im feeling blue.
Yes, I'm afraid its true. Yesterday I was all "its fine, I can deal with it", but today I've hit a low and I'm feeling blue.
Maybe cause I'm doing a full days work and I want to be with my wee man.
Maybe cause the rumours about me writing love letters to Jo's dead husband, obviously before he was dead, are getting to me. Last night it just seemed funny, today it seems spiteful and cruel to say things like that about me! Why would she make up these things?
But maybe the real reason is because I drank a bottle of wine last night and I feel as sick as a pig!!!
Maybe cause I'm doing a full days work and I want to be with my wee man.
Maybe cause the rumours about me writing love letters to Jo's dead husband, obviously before he was dead, are getting to me. Last night it just seemed funny, today it seems spiteful and cruel to say things like that about me! Why would she make up these things?
But maybe the real reason is because I drank a bottle of wine last night and I feel as sick as a pig!!!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The wall cracks.
my neighbour, who for the last couple of weeks has been ignoring me in the noisiest possible way, spoke to me this morning.
She informed me she had to wash the bonnet of my car on Saturday morning cause she was sick on it on Friday! She thinks her drink was spiked and when she got back home it was my car she chose to spew up on, but I'm not taking it personally, after all she cleaned it up.
I thanked her for her due care and attention and got into my car - its definitely a thaw!!!
She informed me she had to wash the bonnet of my car on Saturday morning cause she was sick on it on Friday! She thinks her drink was spiked and when she got back home it was my car she chose to spew up on, but I'm not taking it personally, after all she cleaned it up.
I thanked her for her due care and attention and got into my car - its definitely a thaw!!!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Its dark.
Dylan has been struggling with going to bed. Actually Ive been struggling to put him to bed. It used to be 8pm, but now its nearer 9pm, which means the usual tidying and general upkeep gets left undone and its driving me crazy.
So the other night I started his usual bed time drill, dinner, play, bathtime, then quiet time with a DVD of his Lordships choice. All went well until I suggested we went to bed, then suddenly my quiet little sleepy head began to bounce on the sofa, run round the living room and generally became an active time bomb.
After half an hour of saying No, I finally got him upstairs and in bed. We lay quiet for a while, me thinking "this is it", then suddenly he was up again, "Its moooorning mommie", "Lets look outside", "I know, lets play cows and farmers". I lay him back down on the bed and in exasperation sighed, "Mommie has her eyes closed, its dark, its bedtime,close your eyes, put your head on your pillow and go to sleep".
All was quiet. Then a little voice said "mommie... its dark cause you have your eyes closed"
Well lets face it you cant argue with his logic!!
So the other night I started his usual bed time drill, dinner, play, bathtime, then quiet time with a DVD of his Lordships choice. All went well until I suggested we went to bed, then suddenly my quiet little sleepy head began to bounce on the sofa, run round the living room and generally became an active time bomb.
After half an hour of saying No, I finally got him upstairs and in bed. We lay quiet for a while, me thinking "this is it", then suddenly he was up again, "Its moooorning mommie", "Lets look outside", "I know, lets play cows and farmers". I lay him back down on the bed and in exasperation sighed, "Mommie has her eyes closed, its dark, its bedtime,close your eyes, put your head on your pillow and go to sleep".
All was quiet. Then a little voice said "mommie... its dark cause you have your eyes closed"
Well lets face it you cant argue with his logic!!
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Its been a strange old couple of weeks.
God I don't even know where to start with this one. I'm suddenly the bitch from hell and I don't know how I got here.
Jo and Lynne have both sent me to "Coventry", I would laugh if it were not so hurtful. I got a most vitriolic letter from Jo calling me a nutter and telling me I drink too much, that I'm a self centred soul who turns everything into a me situation.
I'm not going into it to much, but sorry to turn this situation into a me situation, I'm really hurt that Ive been villainised (Sp) this way. I'm left trying to explain to Dylan why he can't go across and play with his friend Ryan, Lynne has made it clear that we are not welcome, and it hurts so much.
The morning of the funeral the card to the flowers I brought for Ron, was thrown across the fence. Jo's letter made it perfectly clear that I was not welcome at the funeral.
I want to sell up and move out of the area. I felt alone and very unsure of myself. What did I do wrong to bring such hatred to my door. Where did I go wrong? Am I really such a nasty drunken bitch, who is self involved and attention seeking?
Please don't answer that, I'm not sure I can read the replies!
Jo and Lynne have both sent me to "Coventry", I would laugh if it were not so hurtful. I got a most vitriolic letter from Jo calling me a nutter and telling me I drink too much, that I'm a self centred soul who turns everything into a me situation.
I'm not going into it to much, but sorry to turn this situation into a me situation, I'm really hurt that Ive been villainised (Sp) this way. I'm left trying to explain to Dylan why he can't go across and play with his friend Ryan, Lynne has made it clear that we are not welcome, and it hurts so much.
The morning of the funeral the card to the flowers I brought for Ron, was thrown across the fence. Jo's letter made it perfectly clear that I was not welcome at the funeral.
I want to sell up and move out of the area. I felt alone and very unsure of myself. What did I do wrong to bring such hatred to my door. Where did I go wrong? Am I really such a nasty drunken bitch, who is self involved and attention seeking?
Please don't answer that, I'm not sure I can read the replies!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
A sad,sad day.
I woke this morning to a phone call from Lynne, Ryans mum, "Shannon, can you come over please".
"Lynne its 6.30 in the morning, what the f**k is wrong.
"Please Shannon, come over, he's dead."
I put the phone down, got dressed and headed over.
Ron, Jo, my next door neighbour's husband, had died in the night, a massive heart attack.
Lynne had been over there since 2.30am. He was a fit, healthy man and it was totally unexpected. He was a lovely man, gentle and fun. I enjoyed spending time in his company, although I have to say I was generally imbibing a bottle or two, but he was a good man, a good husband and a good neighbour.
I went round to Jo's to "pay my respects". Her son, Josh opened the door, Jo was in the hallway and once she saw it was me she told Josh to shut the door.
I was devestated. I know we havent been on the best of terms these last few months, but I never expected that.
Luckily the hours past and Jo came round to mine, we hugged and I attempted to express how sad I was. I did some shopping for her, the mundane always helps and I told her I was there for her if she needed me.
It made me realise how lucky I was to have the people around me who I have. Im constanly holding Dylan thinking "what if".
"Lynne its 6.30 in the morning, what the f**k is wrong.
"Please Shannon, come over, he's dead."
I put the phone down, got dressed and headed over.
Ron, Jo, my next door neighbour's husband, had died in the night, a massive heart attack.
Lynne had been over there since 2.30am. He was a fit, healthy man and it was totally unexpected. He was a lovely man, gentle and fun. I enjoyed spending time in his company, although I have to say I was generally imbibing a bottle or two, but he was a good man, a good husband and a good neighbour.
I went round to Jo's to "pay my respects". Her son, Josh opened the door, Jo was in the hallway and once she saw it was me she told Josh to shut the door.
I was devestated. I know we havent been on the best of terms these last few months, but I never expected that.
Luckily the hours past and Jo came round to mine, we hugged and I attempted to express how sad I was. I did some shopping for her, the mundane always helps and I told her I was there for her if she needed me.
It made me realise how lucky I was to have the people around me who I have. Im constanly holding Dylan thinking "what if".
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Another fun weekend in Cumbria.
The title says it all, and I hate to repeate myself, but we did have such a gorgeous weekend. Joji, as always a lovely hostess, we saw cows and fed horses, we even helped with a rockery.
Dylan loves being with Jo, we spent a great rainy afternoon in a small cafe that had a soft play area.
I want to recreate the muriels they had on the walls in Dylans bedroom.
Monday morning Shaun, or Saun as Dylan knows him, was home to play and play we did.
We went to a farm that had a corn maze and we stode round the maze with great aplomb, being dinosaurs and tigers, we got lost and found ourselves, we had so much fun.
We even saw pigs....
Its boring to say it but I love being in Cumbria with Shaun and Jo, I always feel so bloody relaxed, there is never any time I feel like being anything other than myself.
Dylan loves being with Jo, we spent a great rainy afternoon in a small cafe that had a soft play area.
I want to recreate the muriels they had on the walls in Dylans bedroom.
Monday morning Shaun, or Saun as Dylan knows him, was home to play and play we did.
We went to a farm that had a corn maze and we stode round the maze with great aplomb, being dinosaurs and tigers, we got lost and found ourselves, we had so much fun.
We even saw pigs....
Its boring to say it but I love being in Cumbria with Shaun and Jo, I always feel so bloody relaxed, there is never any time I feel like being anything other than myself.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Here it is.
I have to admit to feeling scared of blogging, its been so long and I just didnt know how to put everything down and make it worth while, so Ive done it this way...
I promise to be much better with my blogging from now on in.
I promise to be much better with my blogging from now on in.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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