Posted on January 30, 2016 byunder
We are currently in the midst of attempting to steer two teenage boys through life and appear to be making a total cock up. No matter how long you breastfed them, how organic your home cooked meals were or how many times you read the gruffalo you will invariably become public enemy no 1 to Chucky.
The thought of steering the other three through this hell jungle has got me thinking. Why not just cut the crap and give them a “guide” on how to act. Now my experience has, thus far been with boys (I imagine I will be parenting the girl from a mental institution).
So here goes:
In order to become a successful teenager you must plan your entry with military precision. The transformation must happen overnight. Be sure to lull those oldies into a false sense of security by being a model child, make them think they have made it. But all the while, train like an SAS recruit and then pick your time with precision. This chrysalis should be at a time when they feel they are safe and relaxed, like on holiday.
Practice these basic steps and you will have them bald and on a slow drip fed of Valium in no time.
Finally, remember you are king of the house and challenge anyone who says anything different. You know everything and adults??? Pha…..they were never teenagers, they were born 30. Inflict your new found knowledge of everything at every available opportunity and only withdraw if:
A) You sense a heart attack or nervous breakdown
Good luck bros…………………
Posted on January 27, 2016 byunder
Its that time of year again, when I must face up to reality, I’m fat, addicted to wine and I will do ANYTHING to avoid doing my accounts. I have carried them round all month, like a precious little baby, I bring them everywhere, to the school gates, to the shops and even to the pub!!! I place them ever so gently down beside me and just when I am about to start, something happens, so far this month:
I have spoken to every parent, child and dog at the school gates, I have got on first name terms with strangers in the cafe and all of a sudden, I really do want to know EVERY ingredient in my muffin (and where the coffee originated from/how long the cafe has been open and hell yes, tell me all about your divorce). But after being barred from a number of establishments (It appears my marital advice was not welcome) I have decided to sit down at home and do them……… and guess what?? I AM WRITING THIS BLOG!!!!
On the plus side, my house and office have never been cleaner and so far this month, I have done the following……………..
But what can I do?, I am a self confessed account dodger. I am sure it should be a recognised disease and they should have loads of workshops (in January) to help you through it. But as they say owning up is the first step to recovery, the second???? I am sure it is having the cleanest house in the neighbourhood……………………….
Posted on November 25, 2015 byunder
So the festive season is about to come and hit us over the head with a bauble and with it comes all the normal stresses. What to buy, what to wear, how to lose a stone in a day, and how to look great on the all important “GNO” (girls night out).
EVERY woman needs a good old girls night out. They should be given free on the NHS to help us poor downtrodden women to deal with life, don’t worry about cutting the tax on tampons just give the girls a monthly dose of G&Ts with her besties and the world will be a safer place for all.
But do you ever notice, that you need certain “characters” to make the girls night complete? You need……
LITTLE MISS ORGANISED – No one is going anywhere without this little organised dynamo. She will gather nos, phone the restaurants and make sure the night gets off to a cracking start. She will have a spreadsheet, with who has paid what, a time sheet for drinks and she will do a headcount at every bar. This woman never shys away from having the kitty, ordering drinks and phoning taxis. She will also have tissues for the unorganised piss stops, hair bands to hold your hair while you puke and even a plaster in case you bang your head on the wall………….again. We Love and need Little Miss Organiser.
LITTLE MISS RACER – Also known as the “one bar wonder”, she is first at the restaurant, first to order a drink and first to grab the waiters ass before you have started your main course. Be wary of this lady, because she is gonna knock back 2 litres of pinot grigio before you have taken your coat off and before you know it she will be dribbling incoherently and telling you she loves you. Its is always handy to have a wheelbarrow on standby for this little beast, then all you need to do is wheel her to the next bar, where she will sober up enough to contribute to the kitty before falling asleep again and thats when she comes in useful. No need to pay expensive cloakroom charges, simply put this little lady in the corner, cover her in coats and handbags and stick your iPhones in her bra and if she was really abusive earlier, just draw on her. (don’t worry Little Miss Organised will have a pen)
LITTLE MISS MOANER – Oh dear, nothing is ever right for Little Miss Moaner. She will change the date at least three times, complain that she didn’t get enough ice in her drink and fall out with the barman/waiter/dj/taximan. You will ask yourself why she was even invited and just when you are about to ditch her, you will look round and find her on stage/in the dj box or trying to get into the mens toilets, she will do something that is so hilarious you remember why she is part of the gang.
LITTLE MISS HYPER – She starts off quiet but as the night goes on she livens up and by the time you end up at the nightclub, this bitch is buzzing. She will hit the dance floor (podium or pole) and dance the night away while simultaneously downing shots and having the time of her life. She is funny to watch and so much fun to be with, but don’t get too close, because when the lights go down this little duracell bunny is looking for more. Oh yes, she’s the one that wants the kebab, the one that thinks that hedge diving should be an olympic sport. But woe betide any of you sistas, who want to sleep, because this little bunny will keep going until 6am, please also be warned that this girl can lead you into a) a strange crowd b) a bus to bangor c) a prison cell. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
LITTE MISS RECORDER – Be wary of this girl, because she remembers EVERYTHING, and before you even have a chance to wipe the 2am kebab sauce from your chin, this little twat will have you tagged in 79 posts and photos to prove that you “can’t actually do the splits”, (but trying it on the dance floor was a great idea). This little journalist will be first up the next morning whatsapping the finer details of the night and asking you why you ended up in your neighbours hedge with your kebab. She will remember everything and she aint gonna let you forget it.
LITTLE MISS MOTHER EARTH – She shall grace you with her presence about once a year, she will only have stopped breast feeding her five year old that evening and will want to discuss everything about home schooling, baking carb free bread and your general misdemeanours as a mother. Do NOT sit beside mother earth for at least on hour, once she gets onto her fourth drink and starts leaking breastmilk on the dance floor, she will be much better craic.
LITTLE MISS ROUND SKIPPER – She will donate exactly £7.53 to the restaurant fund, having not had any bread or starter. She will then hump at the price of the kitty and refuse to give anyone more than one tonic per double gin. Her beady little eyes will count every drink and she will drink hers through a straw, so she can get drunk on precisely £5.53 . Keep a close eye on this blade as she is often seen “going to the toilet” when it is her round. But be smart and follow her to the loo, because she is the aladdins cave of hidden necessities. She will always have toilet roll hidden, an emergency fiver to get home, and if you’re lucky the £2 she saved at the bar, will help with the super chip on the way home.
LITTLE MISS STRANGER – You meet her in tescos (other shops are available), she looks so sad, you feel so sorry for her, so you ask if she would like to come out with you and your girlfriends. BIG MISTAKE, by midnight this little gremlin will reveal her true colours. She will thank you all endlessly for inviting her, before crying about her ex husband who left her for a 20 year old lap dancer. She will use ALL the tissues to dry her tears and leave you mentally tortured (with no loo roll). She will locate her ex at the bar and tell him all about her “new” friends before head butting the lap dancer and getting you all thrown out. NOW you know why she has no friends.
LITTLE MISS PERFECT- She always knows the right things to say, her dress sense is impeccable (and always a size 8), her lipstick never smudges and she never steps in dog dirt. But every once in a while Little Miss Perfect will fall from her perfect pink pedestal and it will be worth the wait, the lipstick will smudge she will puke into her Michael Kors handbag and just when you think you’re night is complete she will try and snog the taxi man on the way home. You know it is wrong to laugh but the visions of her trying to leave the bar on invisible roller skates will stay with you for a long time.
LITTLE MISS STORY TELLER – This girl never lets the truth get in the way of a good story. Every tale she tells will have you hooked on every word. She is like a drug you can’t get enough of………… Until 3am when the stories start to slow, the glazed look appears and she “can’t quite remember what she was saying”. Little Miss Story Teller is often seen with a fag in hand and her eyes will close as she remembers every detail of what you got up to with her husband at summer camp 1990. She loves to reminisce and will think nothing of cycling home on your sons bike at 4am “just for the craic”.
So which one are you??? or are you a bit of both. I know which one I am…………………….
Happy Girls night out xxx
Posted on October 7, 2015 byunder
So, It’s New years eve, I am already getting bored at the thought of endless months of nothingness. So I make the suggestion of renovating the house, sure why would you not? we could have a bigger kitchen, a room to lock our teenager in (did I just say that??), more storage space, and all this for a few months of upheaval. Sure go ahead………….NO…………NO…………..NO.
Fast forward 18 months, the planning permission is through, the plans are sorted, the excitement is building and we are ready to go. It was June, the kids were just finished school and we were all excited at the thought of camping in the garden, eating under the stars and barbecuing all summer long.
Fast forward four months, the house is still a wreck, our garden is now a bathroom ( there is actually a bath and toilet IN the garden), I can’t find kids most mornings, never mind clothes and shoes, and as for the %^&king barbecue, well I never want to see it again.
The joys of being awoke by a wonderful view and the sound of the birds singing, has now been replaced by a builders bum and the sweet song of a kongo hammer. The harsh realities have finally dawned, and here are a few things I wish people had told me.
THE DUST – Its EVERYWHERE, up your nose, in your cupboard, it even follows you out of the house…. I took the kids to school the other day and while all the other kids were sitting in their lovely new school uniforms, in walked the willys, work boots, dust, helmets and spirit levels.
DINING – What can I say?? its been hell. My beautiful living room units now hold weetabix, crunchy nut and rice crispies, the staple diet for summer 15. Throw in a few plastic spoons and call it a dinner party. On the plus side, I am beginning to enjoy wine from a plastic barbie tumbler, crystal is so overrated.
SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS – Well that’s simple, you sleep where you fall, be it the sofa, the floor, or even the toilet (not the one in the garden). Rather than expose my lovely clean quilts to the dust, we all took to our sleeping bags for a few months, ah what fun….. NOT. The fear of trying to wake a sodden child while thinking “please be sweat” (my washing machine is on the verge of a nervous breakdown) will stay with me forever.
CLEANLINESS – My children have not been bathed for three months (showers don’t count) and other than taking them to the swimming pool, we are totally stuck. Even when they do get washed, the dust sticks to them before they are dried. Housework is limited and there is only so much hoovering of dust a person (and a hoover) can take. As for the dishes, I often have to take them out to the “bath” to wash them (The neighbours are starting to stare and a few “for sale” signs have appeared)
JUNK -We have so much of it (it is unbelievable how much crap one can gather over nine years) my kids are also at an age were “possession is everything” headless dolls are a necessity and broken guns a fashion statement. I have now resorted to “dumping” in the middle of the night and have even gone to the extent of “pretending” to look for the headless frozen doll (I was very convincing).
NEIGHBOURS – I always knew my neighbours were pretty cool, they smile politely when the kids hit tennis balls, golf balls and on the odd occasion each other, over their walls. But I am not so sure how they feel after witnessing me unload endless bags of rubbish into the bath in the garden at 2 in the morning (great hiding place until the neighbours bins go out and then you can race round and throw in all the headless dolls and blame the neighbours!!). They have also witnessed the “sleeping bag olympics” (they were bored, there was no playstation……… or electric). Is it any wonder there are five houses for sale on our street?
But with every cloud and all that, there have been some advantages
We are coming to the end of our house renovations and it is beginning to take shape, but now that it looks like everyone in the neighbourhood is moving out, we might just buy somewhere new………………..
Posted on June 10, 2015 byunder
So it would appear that I have become somewhat of a guru to all you slummy Mummies out there, the Dalai Lama of how NOT to do it. So rather than blow my own organically-crafted-recycled trumpet, I have made use of my time to give you a guide to holidaying with your perfect little families.
RULE NO 1 – ALWAYS REMEMBER YOUR CHILD’S NAME!!!
Seems simple enough, but what happens when you CHANGE your child’s name, not so easy then is it? But what was that registrar doing coming round the ward mere minutes after I had given birth? …and still high on a cocktail of pethedene, gas and air and anything else that was within arms reach.
Posted on May 15, 2015 byunder
Everytime I read a magazine (I know, but I’m old) or scan the internet, I am constantly bombarded with advice on “how to be more organised”, “How to manage your time efficiently” and “how to have the perfect family life” “How to achieve that all important work/life balance”. All of which just seem to point out how imperfect our lives as working mothers is, or how inadequate we are for the task.
Well girls I am here to fight for the unorganised, to bring the chaos back and to let you into my wonderful world of UNorganisation…………..
Here is my “Ideal” day versus “The Reality”.
Posted on April 3, 2015 byunder
Not too sure if any of you have even heard of “Hell and Back” but it is basically an opportunity for the clinically insane to roll about in mud while trying to relive their childhood… or so I thought.
Of course, true to my personality type (thick), I signed up for it. It was my neighbours 40th birthday and we decided to go for it, as a present to her (how kind am I???). So there it was, we thought it would be an interesting alternative to the traditional birthday celebrations involving cake and cards and the like and we were all headed to the Wicklow hills for a “bit of craic.
Our plan was to run round the mud for a bit, to make us think we were fit, then have a nice warm shower (I’ll get to that later) and head back home for a nice wee meal out and a few drinks. Not too challenging at all.
Our first alarm bell rang when we went to collect our “Welcome” (farts in space suits?) pack. There were hoards of people everywhere all in “Hell and Back” T-shirts and looking a little bit wide eyed and crazed.
Posted on February 7, 2015 byunder
RANT ALERT!!!!! I have just had a phone call from a prospective customer enquiry about the cost for a few “beauty shots”, I got a whole run down on how she was an aspiring actress and had seen some of my work and looooooved it, and how she wanted both full length shots and a few different styles of head shots. So I wasted 5 mins of my precious time (seriously you wanna see the state of my house), selling my services. Read More
Posted on January 14, 2015 byunder
So after the all the stresses and strains of christmas, I had a lovely New Years Eve Wedding to look forward too. So I stayed off the wine the night before (very hard) and kissed my kids goodbye (not so hard) and headed back to the wonderful world of work.
I had spoken to both the bride and groom a few days before the wedding, so we all knew what to expect from the day. Peter (the groom) had mentioned that he would love a few photos taken which would match those of his grandparents (serious face, no pouting and stiff upper body) which I thought was a lovely idea and well worth the effort. I could see them hanging on the wall beside their grandparents wedding (the photos… not the people) and thought it would be nice to have a “timeless” wedding photo and as soon as I laid eyes on the dress, I knew the image would work. Read More