Tis the season!

It’s been a hard past few weeks, between Frank and I we have had every bug going passing them back and forth, a few new teeth thrown into the mix, broken sleep, tired worn out overexcited kids all resulting in one frazzled slightly cray cray mumma! However we are coming out the other side and this little prince seems to be back to his normal self.

Stan is buzzing with all the excitement of Christmas and moody/ miserable all at the same time, he’s livid because he wanted to be an inn keeper in the school play and instead, in his words got “a stupid animal of your choice that doesn’t even speak” After much persuasion on my part to get him to even take part he has decided to be a crocodile! I say this with a giggle as I don’t think the teacher bargained on getting a crocodile in the Christmas production! There were no specifications on the animal. You stand out from the crowd boy, who wants to be ordinary after all? He’s gonna be the best crocodile there ever was!

This time of year is crazy busy what with school plays, costume prep (Thankyou Sainsbury’s fancy dress), Ballet show, rehearsals, Christmas fetes, Christmas parties, Christmas dinners…. the list goes on.

Seriously who’s handing out the medals because if I remember everything over the next week I want a big fat trophy! Ok I don’t I hate that sort of shit prosecco will do, il take prosecco.

My mind is boggled with dates, times, places and that’s just the kid’s diaries. It’s a fantastic month, the children are so lucky to do all these lovely things and the teachers must bust they’re balls! We appreciate you teachers!

It’s literally non stop I’m gonna be peeling the kids of the pavement come the last day of school, they are knackered already and so in need of the break and I can’t wait! Stan said to me today ” mum I don’t need to go to school anymore, I’ve learnt to read now” bless his heart if only he knew!

So along with the rest of the world the Buds are buzzing for Christmas! We are slowly getting into the festive spirit and actually managed a minor festive task at the weekend! Hooray! We made the easiest reindeer biscuits from good old Sainsbury’s. They are literally fool proof you just add butter and the kid’s decorated them without any help at all, they did a great job!

We visited our local Christmas market too which was lovely, they had a fake snow machine, music and fireworks, we all had a dance and enjoyed the festivities.

Who’s got their Christmas tree up? It seems everyone but us! I’m scared part of me just wants to draw one on the wall and be done with it but I’m not a grinch and the show must go on. It’s not gonna be pretty Frank’s gonna attack the tree daily, it’s gonna be savage! Ive been putting it off but I think the time has come, it’s two weeks before Christmas and it’s gotta happen he’s gonna be pooping pine needles peeps, wish me luck!

This is an idea?

Too much?

I have finally done some wrapping today and my head is feeling less cluttered with things to do, this makes me happy and I shall celebrate with Friday night prosecco! Have a great weekend!

Build each other up..

My 5 yr old came home this week telling me how it’s important to build each other up and be kind. It was the cutest thing and it really touched my heart.

They talk about values at school and how we can show these values to one another. They teach Respect, Friendship, Love, Forgiveness, Honesty and Tolerance. Values we should all hold and demonstrate on a daily basis, values we need to be decent human beings.

He told me how we should tell each other how good our “work” is and how we shouldn’t be cruel and say people’s “work” is rubbish.

The boy spoke a-lot of truth and it made me think about us as adults, I think we all could do with a gentle reminder sometimes of these values and what we are trying to teach our children, are we following these same values ourselves? We need to be demonstrating these in order for our children to follow.

Tolerance is definitely a tricky one for me especially when it comes to parenting, whilst sharing a car journey just yesterday Stanley sung “cauliflower’s fluffy and cabbage’s green” from the top of his lungs and on repeat! I generally wanted to shout “give it a rest” or shut my head in the window! The husband and I looked at each other after about the 3rd repeat both about to have a moan, both our brains frazzled from the constant rendition and we just laughed! He will tire soon I said let’s just let him have his moment if we’re lucky he’l fall asleep. It was painful but it was also painfully funny. It was definitely a gold star for me for tolerance.

Respect…. I think Respect is also a huge deal as a parent and also as a friend. In order to have good friendships we must respect that we are not all the same, we all have different beliefs, ways of doing thing’s and we must respect that and not judge. Some of us work full-time and put their children in nursery full-time, some of us don’t work and spend every minute with their little human’s, some juggle everything working part-time and part-time parenting, some of us may not work and put their kid’s into nursery for a break! Breast-feed, formula feed, follow baby led weaning or feed them Ella’s kitchen pouches to their heart’s content it is your own choice and should have no bearing on anyone else’s life.

Whatever we do, you do, I do, I respect that it’s your choice and we do what works for us, what pays the bills put’s clothes on our children’s back’s or even doesn’t, sacrifices and cut backs just to enjoy those first few years, like I said we’re all different and we need to respect that.

Honesty….. Honesty is a tricky one because whilst we should always be honest and not lie, as parent’s we tell our kid’s a whole stack of them on a daily basis. The Easter bunny, Father Christmas, elves, tooth fairy (I hate her by the way she’s got a lot to answer for, always bloody forgets!) Need I go on? Where do babies come from? How are they made?

What I didn’t bargain for was the ten year old shouting “Mum!””

“What’s mastifation, something like that?”

Fuck!!!

“Do you mean masturbation darling?”

“Yes that’s it”

“Ummmm why?”

“My friend asked the teacher at school”

“Oh ok and what did the teacher say?”

“You should probably ask your parent’s that one”

Off course they did, they didn’t want to be held responsible for corrupting the young mind’s of a whole class of 10yr olds!

It had been a talk about body changes, and what to expect. What would you do? Honesty? Is honesty always the best policy?

I won’t tell you my detailed answer mainly because it makes a little bit of sick hit my throat but I told him in a very tame way what it meant, and he found it quite hilarious. Of course he did!

What’s gonna be next?

In the last year we’ve had a discussion about how babies are actually made, he’s decided Santa’s not real and now this! I’m a little bit gutted he’s growing up so much and his innocent little mind is being slowly corrupted. God help me!

I’d love to know anyone else’s experiences with similar situations as I feel like I’m going into the next few years with blinkers on, send me a message and in the meantime il be drinking wine! That’s my honesty.

I’m also showing huge tolerance with his hormonal mood swing’s because quite honestly I sometimes feel like telling him to pack his bags!

Look at that face!

On a much sweeter note it is very lovely to hear my children coming home from school telling me how they have shown values of friendship that day.

Proud mumma

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It’s all coming back to me now….

I’m tired.. there I said it. I’m tired, he’s tired, she’s tired were all bloody tired but who’s more tired? The parent that goes out to work? The parent that stays at home? The teenager? The grandparents? The daily commuter? We are all trying to live the best lives we can, trying to make the most of the thing’s, multitasking the shit out of life and sometimes we can just be tired, its fine! We can all be tired in our own right.

I don’t go out to work, I work at home raising human’s, it’s really easy.. said no parent ever! It’s incredibly challenging, sleep depriving, ill-paid and there’s a fair lot of heavy lifting involved. My baggage has become rather extensive coming in the form of four human’s, weighing heavily on my mind, body and soul leaving my brain feeling a bit frazzled and foggy. I thought baby brain was something you had initially after having a baby but mine seem’s to have hit a little later.

All it took was nearly two week’s of a poorly baby and it left me feeling like a zombie! I mean when they are tiny you expect not to sleep, it’s fine they need you, at times I even enjoyed it, peaceful milky cuddle’s in the night just me and my little human totally in sync and totally in love. Nearly a year down the line and the sleepless night’s are not quite the same, even when your little human is poorly a few nights Is manageable but by about day four your patience is less than desired, when you can’t do anything to help them and even a cuddle doesn’t seem to cut it it’s hard not to get frustrated.

Frank is going through a mahoosive clingy stage where I can’t leave the room without him following me and crying at my leg’s, it’s amazing how quick you forget these trying stage’s and how hard they can be especially with some sleep deprivation added to the mix. I feel bad that I can’t hold him for every second of the day but I’m not sure that would make him happy either. It’s just a delightful stage my boy has to through because he loves me so much!

This week I feel like those memories the ones we block out so well, I feel like they just came back with a flying head butt! Oh yes, yes I remember now I remember cooking dinner with a child attached to my leg, dribble and snot down the back of your jeans (which you will forget about and go out the house in) Emptying the dishwasher, quickly removing the knives to avoid a massacre whilst the baby climb’s up and practically inside it. Trying to hoover whilst your child turn’s off the hoover a million times is also a delight. But the sleep, man I love sleep, that I do remember!

I camped in with the boy’s at the weekend, I slept on the bottom bunk and had a whole night’s sleep! It was needed it was a bit of a do or die situation, I die of sleep deprivation or my husband dies from my wrath, he wanted his wife back not the witch he was currently living with, so we thought it best for everyone.

It was nice, it wasn’t what dreams are made of there was definitely a faint smell of wee coming from the bed (Stan was once a serial bed wetter) I just shut my eyes, ignored it and sailed away to the land of nod. It was worth it and definitely recharged me a tad, like I say I love sleep and with me enough is never enough but it was good and I managed to find some motivation to have a fun day with the kid’s. We visited Millet’s farm centre to have a look at the Christmas decoration’s, it was lovely and the kid’s thought it was brilliant the singing reindeer’s were a massive hit!

We have just hit leap 8 in the wonder weeks where Frankie will learn about sequence’s, he may start to show me what he want’s to do which will ease his frustration. He may also start to understand patience and see when I am doing something and start to understand he has to wait a minute. At least this is what it tells me, I am going to take this leap as a positive that’s going to ease things up a bit and basically stop the kid hanging of my leg.

Who am I trying to kid? I can live in hope right?

Note to self…. Buy Stan a new mattress

Happy Halloween 👻

It’s been a fairly quiet week in the Bud house, half term has been spent catching up with friend’s and mainly enjoying time with each other, we’ve had a fairly slow week for a change. The kid’s seem to have got on well and I think they’ve actually enjoyed each other’s company for a change.

It’s not all sunshine and roses I dedicate the moan of the week to my darling daughter, Bella is the most untidy person in the house, to say she doesn’t even close a draw behind her is only the beginning…. she leaves everything on the floor, clothes, wet towel, rubbish, her room has basically turnt into a skanky manky Girlcave! I found a mouldy bottle of orange juice down the side of her bed yesterday! Yup she’s a grime queen! Princess pike! She does not get it from me I can assure you of that, I’m pretty sure my bedroom was like a show room as a child with perfectly displayed bath pearl’s, Barbie’s fully clothed with not a hair out of place, trolls lined up in perfect order everything in its perfect place…. I’m sure of it. Excuse me whilst I go and polish my halo!

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Remember these!!!!!

I moan at her daily to close her drawers, put washing in the wash, clean clothes back in drawer’s etc etc. Every single day I repeat myself so I decided to leave it for a few day’s, I thought maybe just maybe she might think “jeez this is getting bad I better tidy my room” Or “hmmm I can’t actually get into my bed maybe I should put some stuff away”

NOPE!! 3 day’s it hadn’t happened, I told her there was a possibility she might end up with a rat living in there with her! “But how mum I don’t understand how it’s going to get in? All the way upstair’s? How will it get through the door? She’s not stupid she called my bluff to which I shortly and snappily replied in a slightly psychotic voice “well obviously they can’t get in but you need to tidy your room so just get it done”

I’m trying to use a reward chart to encourage her to keep it tidy but the girl can go upstairs to brush her teeth, come down 5 minutes later without brushing them because by the time she got to the top of the stairs she had forgot what she was doing! Give me strength! Any tip’s on how to solve this problem would be appreciated????? #grotbag

Moving on…..I went out for the day on Saturday,Mr Bud was in charge, I told him not to face paint the baby………I received this…..

We had a little Halloween party to end the half term week on a high, we got dressed up, bobbed for apple’s, played musical zombies, sleeping vampire’s and ate a whole load of E-number’s! The kid’s loved life and we’re high as kite’s!

I found this great recipe on the Sainsbury’s website….

They were so easy to make and tasted delicious, such an easy thing to make with kid’s. I used chocolate buttons for the eyes and icing pen’s for the decoration no need to fanny around with icing powder, job done and I’m not gonna lie I’m pretty impressed with my handy work.

Happy Halloween hope you had a spooky one……………

1% more….

It started with a Sunday lunch, I love a Sunday roast with the fam, roast beef, Yorkshire pud’s, lashings of gravy it’s definitely in my top 3 favourite dinner’s. What I don’t love is being told whilst enjoying my Sunday lunch is that my son, the ten year old, loves Dad more than me……..

Yup you heard correctly the little sod love’s Mr Bud more than myself…… FUMING!

“Well we spend more time together, don’t we? He take’s me to football”

Football f-ing football! Excuse my French but jeeezzzz I pushed you out of my vagina boy!

Anywho I gently reminded Joe of the fact that I pretty much do everything else!! Run his social life, keep him fed, go to every school event going, ferry him around, take him out….. Anyway the conversation ended with Joe deciding it was only 1% more!

I’m not sure how I felt about this, I was a little hurt at first mainly because I don’t think he really realised what I do for him or have done for him, and I suppose why should he it’s what he has always known and that’s my job after all. Do I doubt his love for me? Not for a single second, I am his confidant and he still kisses me goodbye at the school gates (this is big for a 10yr old).

The Boy has a true passion for football and that is something we don’t have in common, his father however is an avid football fan and shares delight in taking him to games and even coaching his team. They regularly go to games along with Joe’s half brother, they come back with sore throat’s from singing football songs and smiling from ear to ear!

So if that’s what the 1% comes down to then Mr Bud il let you have it, il stand on the sidelines and let you have that 1% because I’m so glad that you have that bond and can share your passion’s. I hope that in 30yrs time you are still going to the game together and I’m pretty sure you will be, il be waiting for your return home with a Sunday roast and even though you love your Dad 1% more il still save you the last Yorkshire pudding.

Caffeine & conversation….

We are now in the full throw of baby group’s, baby singing we’ve even ventured to rhyme time at the local library which Frank loved! Frank is really starting to enjoy playing and exploring, turning pages in books and pushing along car’s. His favourite pastime is still emptying the DVD cupboard on a daily basis and I don’t think he’s giving that up any time soon. When we go to group’s he crawls around nuzzling his way through the multicoloured carnage and hoover’s up any crumb’s in his path! The boy loves life!

There can be such a stigma around mother and baby group’s, I mean it can certainly be intimidating walking into a room full of mum’s, wondering where you fit in? You may even think you’d rather watch paint dry than hear about little jimmy’s eczema or how to make organic baby food but this is just a perception, People don’t do this, at least none I’ve met.

The reality is a room full of mum’s and dad’s (mainly mum’s) dying for all the caffeine, possibly feeling a bit fuzzy from too much wine the night before! Just Happy to have some adult conversation whilst their child burn’s of some energy because as we know an afternoon nap is a parent win!! Feet up hot drink! We deserve a lunch break too ya know!

We are all in the same boat trying to do our best and not always getting it right, im pretty sure someone could raise you your shit morning for a worse one! Only a parent will know how a broken biscuit can ruin the day or how hiding behind a cupboard door and eating a chocolate bar in 3 bites become’s a way of life! “What you chewing mum?” “Nothing darling!” They see everything I tell you!

To peel the banana skin or not? That is the question! Heaven forbid you get this wrong!

Thank’s to these group’s I have gained a great support network of mummy friend’s, People i can relate to about every day life, that totally get me and don’t judge, we can moan about lack of sleep, and compare notes on said child’s poo, rash, behaviour, milestone, you name it we talk about it! Partner’s, Boobs, weight the list goes on… also they make fantastic drinking partner’s! ( mum’s are like seasoned pro’s when it come to sinking a bottle of wine)

Those friendly faces on a shit morning can turn your day around, they certainly do mine, just knowing your not alone or you’re not the only one whose child was being a total prat this morning, it help’s, it really bloody helps! Your not the only one harbouring mummy guilt for a less than perfect morning because you forgot to make a pack lunch and your child doesn’t like the dinner menu. (If they are hungry they will eat) I look forward to going to baby group’s to see these people, share a coffee and know that we’re all in the same boat, that we’re not alone in our worries whatever they may be that day.

Being a stay at home mum these group’s have kept me sain! I hate the phrase mum friend’s, we may have met because we were mum’s, that was our common ground but now these people are just ‘friend’s’ there’s no category and I am bloody chuffed to have them in my life! So whilst my life revolves around these little human’s I’m lucky enough to have some pretty great people to share the journey with and for that I am thankful.

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In other New’s we have a school councillor in the house!!! I’m so bloody proud, Stan is the least confident of my brood and I feel like he is just going to thrive this year! He wrote his own speech and had to be voted in by his class members! He has recently started football training and swimming lesson’s and his new found confidence is surprising me every day! You’ve got this kid!!!

My heart nearly burst with pride when I asked Bella if she was disappointed to not be a school councillor and her reply was “No mum because I was just so happy for Stan” she really has a heart of gold, we could all learn a thing or two from this girl!

Surviving September….

The summer has been and gone, it’s like a distant memory that you’re not sure whether it actually happened or not. We had a great last week by the sea, the weather was fab and Frank got to play in the sea for the first time! We hired a paddle boat, went swimming, crabbing, visited a park and ate and drank far too much! (That’s what you do on holiday right?)

we stayed in Bournemouth but whilst there we visited mudeford which I fell in love with and shall definitely be re-visiting. It was very quaint and alot quieter than Bournemouth, the quay is a short walk which was abundant in people crabbing and fishing the kid’s loved it! There was a lovely looking restaurant called the noisy Lobster right on the sea front and there is a little ferry that can take you on a short jurney across to Mudeford sandbank.

Now we’re back to the grind, back to healthy eating, back to school run’s and back to rainy morning’s!

The first week back was a triumph we were on time, presentable, organised, happy-ish and the kids settled back in well. I have also settled back in well, settled in to not hearing mum, mum, mum all day long and I must say the novelty of that has not worn of just yet!
Here are some of my school run survival tips or at least what I do on a good day…

 

– Do not hit the snooze button! Just don’t do it!

 

– Fuel on caffeine the husband leaves me a cuppa on the side every morning (good egg)

 

– Tell the kid’s to get dressed as soon as there up, once they’re on that sofa I might as well be speaking to a brick wall

 

– Lay uniform out the night before

 

– Give the children job’s to do, such as fill water bottles, put bags in car, empty dishwasher, this is not only a massive help but life lessons, they need to learn this shiz!
– Feed the boy! Take a snack to pick up, the 5yr old has serious hanger issues, keep him fed he’s happy, happy kid’s happy mum!

 

– smile!!!!!!!
This never alway’s goes to plan and I generally forget something but it definitely helps.


With the school term come’s the dreaded after school activities….. Am I the only one that think’s after school activities are sent to kill us all off? Seriously I drive around endlessly chauffeuring my children to various activities, I even pay for the torment! Why? Do all these after school activities help mould them into the adults they become? Or just tire them even more? Am I just a sucker for punishment? The more children you have the more after school club’s, the more driving around, fee’s and general headache you have to deal with. On that note Stan start’s swimming lessons this weekend! (Sucker I hear you say)

whilst school club chauffeuring this week it dawned on me that actually I am living to serve, serve my children, my whole life revolves around their schedules, schooling, club’s, friend’s, sport’s, parties let alone having fun family times and making memories. I’m not complaining don’t get me wrong, my life choices and I’m very happy with my life, I chose to do this after all, I just came to the realisation that very nearly everything I do is for them and that’s major. I guess I never really realised how selfless parenting is, you just do it and don’t give it much thought. Since I had children young I tried and managed to have the best of both world’s have a social life, go out, be a mum and also be me constantly burning the candle at both end’s but I feel that slowly slipping away, there’s just not enough time in the day and I cannot deal with a hangover anymore! Of course I still go out just not so much and night’s out are definitely tamer… mostly. (It’s been a while since I ate a kebab in bed).

Frankie is 10 whole month’s old and has also learnt to climb the stair’s !!!!!! (God help me)

Quote of the week by Stanley B – “look at those cloud’s mum they look just like a Ballsack”

Fantastic il leave you there folk’s..