Great start to the day

I finally have a day off & am looking forward to waking slowly after a nice long lie-in!

That was until the cockerel shatters all dreams at dawn, closely followed by 3 baby cockerels learning to call in the rising sun.

Tis ok, I can work with this! Pillow over my head & back off I go, bliss.

7am brings the wail of my husbands alarm, which ends swiftly (thank goodness).
Ruddy alarm again! Honey please get up & stop snoozing it.
Alarm... Alarm....
Nope, can't hold back anymore & have to give him a good elbow, while telling him through gritted teeth "if you snooze that once more, I swear I'll smash it over your head".
It works & he gets up. Only to rummage around the room like a squirrel who's lost his nuts, coughing & farting as he goes.

Ahh blissful peace & off to sleep I go again.

Mum, mum, are you asleep, I need the hairspray where is it?
5 minutes later... Mum, mum do you have any grips?

That's it I give up! Downstairs I go to witness the tale end of yet another boring sibling fight. She's on the sofa screaming like she's being murdered & he's sloping off muttering "I didn't hit her, just pushed her out of my face".

I so wish I'd persisted & stayed in bed.

Before he disappears into his room he pauses to give me my morning cuddle (that helped & I'm feeling a little more alive).

Kettle on. Tea will help return me to human form, if only it would hurry up & boil!
To late, their in each others faces again, this time about earphones (someone help me, I just want tea & peace). Finally the kettle boils & at lighting speed I make my brew.

Oops now the fireworks really begin... Just gotta love family life!

Son is calm, but I can see he's going to snap very soon as he utters (for the 10th time) "I gave them back".  Daughter by this point is so irate, I'm sure her head will implode at any moment.
Husband/Dad is now in on the scene too & I can visibly see his blood pressure rising by the second.

Now's my chance, tea in hand, I sneak past the chaos & scamper back to my room. They have to leave in 5 minutes thank goodness & peace will descend upon my morning at last!.

3 hours & 5 cups of tea later... All feels good with the world (especially as I've not gotten up yet).

A Jolly Blog Welcome

I've been thinking about starting this blog for some time & today is the day!

I've tried blogging before and got bored, but in true British fighting spirit, I'm trying again /starting afresh & sticking to one subject... 

Moaning !

Just ask my Husband, I'm a master :o)

This blog, will be about whatever is grating my mango on the day of writing. Which in fairness, could be most things & no doubt in multiples.One thing (beside moaning) that I can promise will reoccur, is People..

My main bugbear!

They come in all shapes/sizes and (most) seem to have a natural talent for rubbing me up the wrong way. Added to this... I'm a firm believer that Love & Hate are a close thing! Meaning; Even those (sparse few) that make it onto the top/love list, are still doomed to piss me off & possibly with greater ease & affect.

My "oh so wise" (he wishes) hubby calls me a "people hater" but I feel this is unfair! 

OK, so I don't suffer fools gladly & I'm happy to call a spade, a spade (or as my boss tells me "more like a dirty rotten shovel"), but I think I give people a fair crack?

Top Bugbears (in no particular order)

• OPA's driving 2lt car (paid for on mobility no doubt) crawling along at 20mph 
• Cheeky, screaming, whinny or jumped-up poncy little shits! Also known as children
• Motorcycles who are always over the white line on corners *HELLO, my side*
• People who want to tell me my job, when I've done it for years & managed just fine
• DAVE! Am so bored of Top Gear repeats & No, you haven't got news for me as I've seen it 6 times already this year 
• Almost seeing the bottom of the laundry basket, only to have someone fill (& cover the floor) with the stash they've been cultivating for a week despite me washing almost daily
• Men who pee on the seat/all over the place. Stand closer or sit down, because it ain't as big as you think huni
• Empty disabled parking because they're all on the yellow lines (that they can park on with mobility badges), or better still STEALING Parent & Child parking (ok so I don't have little kids now, but even so it ain't right & they should be told
• Giving way/holding a door, whatever! It all amounts to the same & boy does my blood boil when a simple "Thank you" is too much. *I do add a vocals to such people*
• Piss taking freeloaders of all kinds
• The cockerel waking me at 4.30am, while his many wives sneak in the stable & crap all over my boots. OK so kids not locking them up is the real issue here
• Empty loo roll holder. I don't have exclusive rights to attach a new one, anyone can play
• While we're on the subject, I'm MORE than happy to share the daily cleaning of the bathroom, this is done just before the oh so boring "wet towel treasure hunt"
• Vanishing make-up.. I wear little & I'll give you some products may evaporate over time, but the fecking bottle/packaging too
• My bathrobe being used by other. I brought them all one, yet still they steal mine & leave it wet & stinking somewhere, along with 2 towels

That has to be enough, as I can feel my heart racing already :O


So be them; Strangers, Family, Friends, Work colleagues, Other People's Children *demonds mostly I find* & of course The Boss! They all (well, allllmost) amount to one thing, somewhere along the line....

STRESS! 

At some point, they will evoke a feeling somewhere between "I wanna rip someones head off" & "Why do I bother"!?!

Well that's the intro into my jolly blog

Enjoy ;o)




So for Topic of the Day...


Evenings out (in particular Wedding receptions).
I accepted an invite to a wedding addressed to my husband & me. Then weeks later the groom tells my daughter she can come too. Not good, especially since I'd told the sneaky mare no already!

Err, No Mr Groom! Not what I sent my R.S.V.P for. You played it well with no kids mentioned on the invite, then blew the whole thing after being backed into a corner by two 13yr olds.. Shame on you!

I adore my kids 100%. They are told & shown love repeatedly on a daily basis, but sometimes us parents need some time off you know.

As a parent, my opinion is....
If the children are small & you accept that babbling (at worst wailing) children through the service is part of the deal, fab. A good day will be had by all & fingers crossed, they'll be gone by 7/8pm latest. It's a family day after all (day being the operative word).

If the children are older, the invite should be addressed to the parents only (NO mention of family/children) with a discreet note enclosed stating children are welcome at parents own risk, umm, I mean discretion.

I know & understand there are some who want their children everywhere they are. I too was in that mumsy bubble once upon a time, before my darlings evolved into teenagers. Now a break from the bickering chaos & utter mess, is the difference between my sanity & becoming a monster of rage.

Some of us parents had children early on & are now trying to enjoy their 40's (give or take a few years) without the shackle of "keeping an eye on the kids" on a night out (freedom from parenthood, you following).
Don't get me wrong, if you want your children by your side on an evening out, that's fine. I just feel you should take them home at a decent hour (before they turn into grumpy sleepyhead) & above all else..Keep them by YOUR side (at least well within eye sight) & not running riot /pissing off other parents who are trying to enjoy a kid free night out.

I think I've cleared my chest for one day :o)

You are more than entitled to think I'm a miserable cow & I'm more than entitled to the title.
I've had my children & raised them well (so I'm told).  Dentist, doctor, even work.. mine came along. Nights out while family/anyone babysat were very few & far between for 13yrs.

Have you ever had an inquisitive 3yr old straddling your neck, while having a smear?
I have & 11yrs on, I want some fun time, is that too much to ask?