Feeling whole again

He’s back!!
Hubby Dearest is home after what sounds look like 3 gruelling days at his new job!

His mind is boggled with new facts and figures, and trying to remember countless new faces and their names.

In fact I learned a new phrase from him, I think he learned it there too. He’s used it countless times over the phone…
Brain-dump.
There. New phrase. Never heard it before!
Brings all sorts of images to mind… Like brain taking a dump, releasing itself of all useless information… Or taking your brain and dumping it for a new one, but no, its new lingo (well, new to me!) for overload of new information! Literally dumping new stuff in your brain.
Poor guy was exhausted, home at nearly 10pm, after almost 3 hours on a train. I could almost see the excess of information seeping out of his ears, eyes, all orifices around his overloaded brain. 

Red eyed, headache starting, all he wanted was a hug, his beer and a bed!

The kids are over the moon to have Daddy home. Lil Princess already said he can’t go again, its not ‘normal’ at home when Daddy’s not here. Lil Man jumped on him this morning… I winced slightly, would tired daddy monster rise and holler? “It’s OK mummy, I have 3 days of annoying to catch up on!” And you can see the love in sleepy daddy’s eyes as he replied “Don’t worry, when you’re back from school, I’ll get you back! Remember I haven’t annoyed you either for 3 days!”

And me? I’m just glad to have my huggy bear home!  This new job means a few regular stints away, but we will handle it, after all absence makes the heart grow fonder! 💕

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He farted!

As some of you will have picked up, I work in school, and with kids, there’s always the chance of a bit of a giggle!
Well why would today be any different?
My class are aged 4-5 and it was first day back after Christmas break.
We had an author  visit, and our turn to see her was at the end of the day, so lots of tired little munchkins.
One in particular, a beautiful, autistic child was whispering to me that he was tired and wanted mummy.
“Not long now, come and sit by me.”
He came, he sat, he looked at me then
crawled on my lap.
Then let a little one go…
I’m ashamed to say I can’t keep a straight face, toilet humour and all that! I giggled, quietly…
He looked up, smiled, and did it again!
I tried so hard to look serious, but he caught me smirking … And did it again!
Three little poots on my lap!
Its a good thing he’s cute!!!!!

Painful…

Am sat here at the barber shop…
No, not for me, obviously!😜
But it’s time for Lil Man’s termly haircut, and boy did I need to do some convincing!
He looks like the fifth Beatle at the moment, and tells me that the mop is great in winter, it keeps his head warm!
But not commenting on the lengthy fringe which inhibits his sight!
As he flicks his head to move said fringe, I wonder, will he cause himself a neck injury!?
Still, he’s sat in the chair, on the booster seat… Hopefully he’ll leave with a smile… Though one wrong snip and I’ll have nuclear meltdown on my hands!
Please Mr Barber, treat his precious hair with care!!!

We’re back!

So, date night been n gone!

Yes we went shopping… No, bought nothing for ourselves but two bags of things for the kids.

Cinema, yes, The Woman In Black-Angel Of Darkness definitely a no kids zone! We even splashed out and got the gallery seats, so a huge pile of snacks and comfy seats, what could be better?
(Films wasn’t all that though!)

Dinner, ERM, pass! Was so full from previously mentioned snacks, we wandered around the complex trying to decide, but neither if us was hungry enough to eat…

So homeward bound we still ended up at my in laws to see the kids one last time before bed!

So an evening, child free, theoretically, but they still ended up in there with us one way or another!!!

Chest hair!!

OK, so I’m sat here, watching EastEnders, as you do on January 1st, and suddenly an urgent scream comes from the bath!

“Mum!!! I got a chest hair!!!! My first one!!! I GOT A CHEST HAIR!!!!!”

OK, so Lil Man is 9… Not 19… 9.

I rushed as much as the urgent shout prompted and found him floating in the bath, pointing at his stomach, and a non existent ‘chest’ hair between his fingers..,

“ERM I can’t see anything son, and, by the way, that’s not your chest, that’s your tummy…”

Why on earth do they want to grow up so fast??!!

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