Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Right on my doorstep...


So recently we went on a little day trip. Hubby had been going on and on about visiting this place with rocks and streams. Like on and on... I was like 'sure but you know there are rocks and streams all around where we live'. However after my head exploded from over exposure to nagging we went to check it out. It's this place called Carding Mill Valley in Shropshire. It has been called 'little Switzerland' which is probably what got hubby all naggy and excited. 

Actually it was pretty awesome. I felt like we were up in the hills of Wales or Scotland yet we were only an hour away from where we lived. Plus if you bring wellies and a change of clothes for the kiddies they can splash and refuse to walk anywhere to their hearts content. 

This time of year it was so pretty with more heather than a person could hope to find (if they have a thing for heather that is...)


The boys did a lot of climbing which made mummy nervous. Luckily Daddy was all over the situation...
Don't want to pass on my fear of heights now do I? Yikes though...
Oh and the paddling, there was a lot of paddling...


So. much. pretty.


You know what it's like? You never explore what's on your front door. This is a perfect example of me assuming somewhere close to where I live won't be as exciting to trips to far away lands. Don't tell hubby but I'm kind of glad hubby forced me kicking and screaming to this place. Okay there was no actual screaming...
But there may have been kicking...
But it was worth it...

Saturday, 27 August 2011

Movie night!

There's this thing we do once a month that we love...
It totally rocks.

Hubby makes homemade pizza...

 Before...
 After...
 Even more after...

We make popcorn in the microwave...

Me and a certain little helper make smoothies...


 Seriously good...

The boys get to choose a movie for them to watch.

Last night was...well you can see for yourself...




It was a big hit with the boys...

With John Lasetter (founder of Pixar and all round awesome person) as Executive director I'm not surprised. It brought back the glory and quality of the original Disney Winnie the Pooh.

Movie night score: 10/10

Then once the boys have gone to bed (a whole hour later than is usually allowed), It's time mummy and Daddie's movie choice...


It was my choice this time...

We enjoyed it mostly...


But in my 'professional opinion' it fell short of its potential to be great. Amanda Seyfried and Gary Oldman acted their little socks off. But the love interest didn't work, his acting wasn't good and quite frankly I didn't care about what happened to him. In fact I would have preferred her with the other guy who they built up and did nothing with. The ending didn't work for me. I wanted to rewrite it.

Shame though, it could have been awesome.

Movie night score: 4/10

Still I enjoyed the evening. I went to bed with a happy, very full belly, warm with red wine and a plan to write Red Riding Hood 2 the version that should have been...

Thursday, 25 August 2011

From whiplash to levitation, I need to rant

Lately I've been a little worn down by people's reaction to me being a stay at home mum. I've written about this before and then some more, but recent conversations have left me feeling really frustrated. One particular incident left me with actual whiplash. Now I'm no 1950's house wife wanna be (although scarily I keep getting these urges to bake and tend to my garden but there is no long swirly skirts and pearls in sight...yet). I've always had a little feminist in me. She's way too polite to make any real noise but she's in there. Believing in a women's right to choose who they want to be and what they want to do. When I was younger I swore I'd never get married and if I did it would be much much later in life after I have traveled and essentially conquered the world. In fact a guy I knew who read palms for a living looked at my hand and declared I would be married at 26. I literally laughed in his face. He said 'honey with a love line like that, you got no chance of not being married by then'. 

*Ahem* Turns out I did get married when I was 26... Hey it's not my fault, blame my big juicy love line... 

But once married, the little feminist in wanted me to keep my name. I like it, why should I change it? Luckily hubby didn't care. And motherhood? I never ever pictured my self as a stay at home mum. Even though my mum was one and she did a great job. Too be honest I couldn't even picture myself as a mum. I thought I would suck at it. That it would trap me. That I would loose who I am... (I did a bit but I was too head over heels with my boys to care)

Cut to modern day...

Somehow I have these 2 beautiful babies (I'll save the birds and the bees of it for later).
I can't believe they are mine. 
I can't believe I would die for them. 

As soon as I had Isaac I knew I didn't want someone else to take care of him. I'm selfish that way. I wanted to be the most important person in his life even if it was only for a little while...


Hubby convinced me to let him put me in front of the camera for a change. Don't get too used to it...

Add Lucas to the mix, double trouble.
Many days are hard. I know I'm repeating myself but I'm always tired. Its relentless. I feel guilty all the time. Laze around all day watching daytime TV? Are you freaking kidding me? (apart from a sneaky episode of Gilmore Girls on E4 during nap time shhh) 
This is what I get...

Do you miss working?
No are you crazy? (I am working btw....)
Are you ever planning on going back to work?
(grrrr)
What do you do all day? 
(steam coming out of ears)
Some of us have work tomorrow...
(Veins popping)
I don't know how you do it all day every day, aren't you bored? 
I couldn't do what you do...
Head exploded all over the floor which will be a bitch to clean up...


Anyway I think I have some authority issues, because I absolutely hate being told what to do. Especially when I didn't ask for said opinion. However I'm too much of a pussy to say so. I fall into the trap of trying to justify it and win them around. Which by the way never works. Rather than stand up for myself I'm much more likely to write a strongly worded passive aggressive blog post or something...

It feels like people think I'm lazy. Like I'm avoiding work and having a ball relaxing at home. 

I feel like by asking me if I'm bored its like asking 'hey you know that life you have created for yourself  and your children, it sucks right?' Um excuse me I kind of love my life.

Being a mum at home has changed me. I'm much more driven to do better, to be better... And I don't think I have ever been happier. Ask me on a bad day I may say something different but honestly watching them grow has been epic. *Puts on cape and stands on hill looking super hero like...*

I believe in a woman's right to work. We do not want to go backwards to a time when women had no rights or opportunities. But importantly I believe in a woman's right to choose. Someone has to do the job of taking care of them. Why not me instead of paying someone else? I consider this the most important job I've ever done and will ever do. I certainly don't ask mums who work 'how do you do it? and all that. I don't judge the choice to work. I could just as easily felt differently and wanted to work. That's okay too. Either way being a mum is hard work. We need support not criticism. 

This is my problem really. I want people to see it from my point of view. I don't do well with criticism because I want to be liked too much. However the next frigging person who asks me what do I do all day? I will say 'being a mum. AND FYI it's awesome. What's that now? When will I work? Who knows? I'm having too much fun being a mum right now.' End of story.

So here's a little look at our not so boring family on yet another walk...

Actually Isaac is refusing to walk...

And Daddy is getting impatient...

But its pretty so we have time to wait...
We play...

We have magical levitation powers...

 I'm not even kidding...

Not to mention the flying...
 Sort of...

And then there is my kids super human strength. They can lift a full grown adult with no effort what so ever...
No need for us to even carry them really, they can carry us...

And if there is just one blackberry to eat within a ten mile radius we sniff it out with our superhuman nostrils. We will scramble our way to it and then hide all evidence of eating it (...mostly) 

And we just keep on going for walks and enjoying all the pretty around us.

Summer is totally in it's golden time now. When I worked I never really noticed the seasons the way I do now. With every walk the world is transformed. And I get to introduce it to my boys every day.




Lucky me.

Lucky us.

I feel much better now.
Thanks for letting me rant.
I think I'm over it.
I've got too much to do, to be wasting my time fretting about what everybody else thinks I should be doing.

The feminist in me wants to shout out loud 'To thine own self be true...'

End of.