Nearly There, I Swear It
I really am working on updating the blog and giving the details about Miss Thing's unexpected interruption in her journey to the US that cost me roughly $500 to deal with. I'm working on getting Photo Friday up, and extra-juicy Saturday Skinfest to deal with the fact I totally skipped out on last weeks. I know I promised storm photos and updates, and I'm getting there. Honest.
I'm just trying to squeeze it all in with 2 kids under 6 years of age who monopolize huge chunks of my time, a 13 year old who is currently under the weather but is receiving an award at school next week that I just found out about and so have to make sure I'm free to go to the awards night, working, a twitchy computer and mouse and trying to help Miss Thing deal with her overbearing father, aka The Bastard, from so far away, and a totally grotty shower that I have been putting off cleaning for ages. I hate saying this all the time - that I'm busy or tired and so this has to wait - because plenty of people manage to do it and probably still look awesome while doing it. But I am not one of those people.
And Clive needs a nappy change... ah, the smell of fresh pooh in the morning! Nothing like it.
3 Witty Remarks:
I know exactly what you mean! There is just never ever enough time when you are a mum!
Why is the Bastard interested all of sudden? How to spoil a good holiday. Jingos. Hopefully MommaMooselet will sort it for you.
Never enough hours in the day. If only we were rich and had help. Yuh! Those rich and famous really get up my nose. Well I guess it's not really their fault, it's the tabloids and all the rot they print about how they're super mums and super this and super that. Super rich so can afford super help I think is the real reason. Come on lotto!
Super Mums are very easy to spot - look in the mirror Mosselet. You too Mumfries. They have great kids, messy houses and never enough time.
Don't worry about Miss Things idot Father - the Shepster and I, with all the muscle assistance that Gabe can offer, will deal with the idiot Father of Miss Thing if it becomes necessary.
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