It had to happen sometime. I sent a story off to a well known female orientated fiction magazine and after 8 weeks of patient waiting said story dropped back through the door, in my self addressed envelope accompanied by a kind but firm rejection slip. Not all is lost - it invited future submissions so can't have been completely awful, I intend to clean it up and try placing it somewhere else. What's the saying - one man's rubbish is another man's treasure - or should that be woman's?
Kids have been able to get into the garden - bliss! Lucy has been sleeping through for a couple of nights and then just as we relax into it having a dodgy night! Ventured to the shops with all three alone today - and a small miracle happened - we all survived, and we got everything on the list and not too many things that weren't.
Heather has just begun her adventure into reading so managed to find her a couple of books in the next level to keep her busy, shame the library doesn't stock them!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Be Careful what you tell your kids...
'Mummy can't go swimming today because she's got a sore..'
Mr T tries to intervene 'That's enough Heather, let's go and get changed.'
With a stamp of her feet for effect 'But I'm trying to tell the lady that Mummy can't go swimming because...'
Nice Lady at the swimming pool 'Here you are Mummy, hope you enjoy watching today.'
Red faced I grab the membership card and march Heather and Matthew towards the changing room.
I have to come clean before you all think I have some horrible infectious disease that could wipe out half the population of Brentwood. Thanks to L sleeping for nine hours, and me still nursing, my breasts were on the tender and really, rather sore stage. An hour in a tight lycra swimming costume would not have been pleasant, nor could I face the cries of 'Mummy's milk is leaking' should the unmentionable happen! I had shared the fact that my breasts were a tad tender with my lovely daughter, in the hope that it would avoid a tantrum when she realised that we weren't all going swimming together, next time I will be more careful!
Mr T tries to intervene 'That's enough Heather, let's go and get changed.'
With a stamp of her feet for effect 'But I'm trying to tell the lady that Mummy can't go swimming because...'
Nice Lady at the swimming pool 'Here you are Mummy, hope you enjoy watching today.'
Red faced I grab the membership card and march Heather and Matthew towards the changing room.
I have to come clean before you all think I have some horrible infectious disease that could wipe out half the population of Brentwood. Thanks to L sleeping for nine hours, and me still nursing, my breasts were on the tender and really, rather sore stage. An hour in a tight lycra swimming costume would not have been pleasant, nor could I face the cries of 'Mummy's milk is leaking' should the unmentionable happen! I had shared the fact that my breasts were a tad tender with my lovely daughter, in the hope that it would avoid a tantrum when she realised that we weren't all going swimming together, next time I will be more careful!
It starts...
'Matthew you can sleep me with you if you like'
'OK'
'Come on' she says impatiently.
Following on from our weekend in Somerset with G and G, Heather has decided to invite her 2 year old brother into bed with her. They did share a room at G and G's house, but now Heather seems determined to take it one step further. She wants him to share her room - permanently, is she mad? Determined to prove her point she seized her earliest opportunity. This week a random children's furniture catalogue came through the door and Heather, ever optimistic, snapped it up and set to ticking all the things she wanted! In a quiet moment I had a quick flick though and found the ticks on every set of bunk beds in the book...no way. 3 nights of them calling each other and waking each other up means that while I have enough rooms in the house there will be no sharing of rooms.
In other news L has slept through from 11pm for at least 8 hours for the last two nights, I almost remember what it feels like to feel human again!
I have also made a plan for my writing. It seems to have ground to a halt what with summer holidays, the demands of H,M and L, tennis and some nice weather (grab it while you can) to contend with! I am aiming as of now to write every day, already succeeded today, I've written this!
'OK'
'Come on' she says impatiently.
Following on from our weekend in Somerset with G and G, Heather has decided to invite her 2 year old brother into bed with her. They did share a room at G and G's house, but now Heather seems determined to take it one step further. She wants him to share her room - permanently, is she mad? Determined to prove her point she seized her earliest opportunity. This week a random children's furniture catalogue came through the door and Heather, ever optimistic, snapped it up and set to ticking all the things she wanted! In a quiet moment I had a quick flick though and found the ticks on every set of bunk beds in the book...no way. 3 nights of them calling each other and waking each other up means that while I have enough rooms in the house there will be no sharing of rooms.
In other news L has slept through from 11pm for at least 8 hours for the last two nights, I almost remember what it feels like to feel human again!
I have also made a plan for my writing. It seems to have ground to a halt what with summer holidays, the demands of H,M and L, tennis and some nice weather (grab it while you can) to contend with! I am aiming as of now to write every day, already succeeded today, I've written this!
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
A wet weekend in Somerset
We spent a long weekend in Somerset to celebrate Grandpa's 60th birthday. His Mum and I had managed to cobble together a weekend to Brussles with tickets to the Belgian Grand Prix for him as Mr T turned 30 in april I had paid for him to go as well.
On the saturday we decided to visit the West Somerset Steam Railway, the stations are beautiful and the whole lot is maintained by volunteers. Matthew loved the trains and even though there wasn't a Thomas in sight he insisted that every train we passed in the sidings was a character from the show, the kids had great delight in spotting every cow, sheep or horse we passed. We arrived in Minehead at exactly the same time as a heavy shower, we managed to find a little cafe where we dined unhealthily, but tastily. As the rain was still going we couldn't really venture into town or along the beach as little Lucy would get soaked and the bigger two would moan about being cold and wet so back to the trains we went.
The birthday went by quickly, we had breakfast and then nipped to the supermarket to get some bits that in my hasty packing I had left behind. Cake and champagne were next on the menu and then a roast dinner in the evening rounded off by a healthy dollop of tennis, what more could a girl want?
On the saturday we decided to visit the West Somerset Steam Railway, the stations are beautiful and the whole lot is maintained by volunteers. Matthew loved the trains and even though there wasn't a Thomas in sight he insisted that every train we passed in the sidings was a character from the show, the kids had great delight in spotting every cow, sheep or horse we passed. We arrived in Minehead at exactly the same time as a heavy shower, we managed to find a little cafe where we dined unhealthily, but tastily. As the rain was still going we couldn't really venture into town or along the beach as little Lucy would get soaked and the bigger two would moan about being cold and wet so back to the trains we went.
The birthday went by quickly, we had breakfast and then nipped to the supermarket to get some bits that in my hasty packing I had left behind. Cake and champagne were next on the menu and then a roast dinner in the evening rounded off by a healthy dollop of tennis, what more could a girl want?
Sunday, June 29, 2008
There goes another weekend
Why is that weekends are a blink and you miss it kind of affair whereas weekdays with their seemingly endless parade of appointments and chores seem to stretch endlessly into the future?
Anyway enough rambling, yesterday we had Heather's pre-birthday party for her school friends, luckily we went in with two other families who had planned badly and had children with August birthdays! We had the entertainer, the food, balloons and the cake and all the kids turned up. The entertainer was a blast and he mentioned how quiet he was in August, apparently us parent's all have the same idea and party before the holidays begin proper. One of the drawbacks of lovely fee paying schools is that people go away for a month at a time in the summer, well except us, we have a long weekend in Somerset and a uniform fitting to look forward to. I may even push the boat out and venutre to Legoland or the New Forest! Having a 3 month old does not make it so easy.
Having partied the kids were tired and ratty and despite Murray being on centre court I was tied up cooking tea and running baths. I love Wimbledon, with the tradition and the green being less offensive to the orange of the clay but alas I am watching less and less, next year, I promoise myself the kids will be bigger and I will watch it. I think back to the halcyon days, when still pregnant with H I settled into maternity leave with plenty of strawberries and tennis, starting at the reasonable time of 12pm meant I didn't even have to struggle out of bed early. But I digress.
Mr T venured to Bluewater today with Matthew, I had the job of being home with the girls, a useful day as we have noe made the thank you cards for the various teachers and finished the years homework. We now have Ls hands and feet forever immortalised in clay so they can now join the others on the wall. Good job we are stopping at three as it is looking rather crowded up there now!
As Sunday hurtles towards Monday I have to wrap the teachers' pressies, 8 weeks of little distraction begin on Friday, any ideas what to do with a four year old, two year old and 15 weeks gratefully received as I am sure the I'm Bored chorus will begin by 10am on Tuesday!
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