Another month has gone by.

Wow in the blink of an eye the month is almost over.

I spent some of last week in the hospital. I had my procedure and was home on Saturday evening. I have a constant backache right now, so taking it easy and taking mild painkillers. Other than that I am as right as rain. (I hope).

As if I haven’t enough to "fix" in my own house, my eldest has asked me to come and sort out curtains in his place, as he is feeling the cold through the windows. So as a good parent, (mmm that is what I try to be), I will be dutifully going to fit some heavy curtains up for my sons very drafty window.

Meanwhile the rest of my brood are coming down with the usual winter ailments. Littlest has a bad cold, and is constantly wiping her nose. (This in itself is hysterical. She is carrying around with her a "home made" handkerchief and dabbing it at her nose as she goes), while one of the middle boys keeps having a sore throat. Thank goodness I took a trip to Boots just a few months back, stocked up on all the silly things that I thought I would need.

That inevitable day is dawning on me. When my mum will be coming to stay. This house is still a mess. Hasn't helped that the past couple of weeks I have just felt exhausted. Pleased to say that all the painting is done. I have given the eldest an ultimatum. Either he removes his stuff this weekend or I call in the charity removers. Happens that the stuff is to good to just throw away, someone should make use of them.

I'm sitting here watching my two youngest "read" to each other. We have plenty of reading material in this house, I actively try to encourage all the kids to read. I have to smile at the way that they are looking at the pictures and telling their own story.
Anyway I am going to leave you this instalment for now. I wanted to add something before the month totally disappeared!

Take care all out there.

Lonely nights.

Do we feel emotions stronger as we get older?

I ask this because the past few days I have had a real strong urge to be held. I'm not on about a grabbing type hold. I mean a close hug, in the arms of someone that you know loves you.
I was never really someone who "went" for physical contact. I didn't mind the odd hug here and there, and I always cuddle my kids. But I never really had "urges" of wanting to be held close to somebody. Just lately that has changed.

I am longing to want to snuggle up close to someone. It is a feeling that I can't really describe, all I know is it is also one that I have never really felt. Odd that. Guess it's tied in with the cold winter nights and the longing to be in love again.

I caught up with an old friend of mine recently. She has two little boys. We went shopping. A rather risqué business considering I took along ALL my brood with me. (Indecently that brings extra complications, as they all want a burger or whatever.. I think I need a mini bank ever time we just go to buy one thing) Anyway, she just celebrated her first year of marriage on Bonfire night, (November 5th) and was full of the joys of her anniversary. One thing that I did find highly amusing, was that fact that she is already saying that she "hates the way he does" blah blah.. (and if you are reading this ya know I loves ya ^_~ ) try getting into the double figures!

Trust me it's all downhill from here!

Gah, listen to me. Typing out a depressing post.

Well today I went to get my blood tests. One more week to go before I am off to the hospital.
No. My house is defiantly not ready for my mother's immanent arrival. Her bed still isn't set up, and my son still hasn't removed all his belongings out of the room. But at least the curtains are hanging up and the wall is painted. Remains to get a carpet and setting the bed up. Meanwhile the rest of the house is just a mess. It seems to be moved from one room to another. I told my eldest that when he gets his own flat, myself and his sister will be joining him. He just laughed and sarcastically said I was “so unfunny mum” Well you can’t fault me for trying!

Tomorrow is going to be a headache for me. Yes I DO decide what days I have headaches on. Seriously though. Tomorrow is the day that I will be sorting out the main bathroom. I have already started in there. I put up the shelves, stripped the wooden bath side down and just generally tried to make it presentable. It has been freshly painted, but the kids decided it looked better with green felt marker on the walls, than the original peach colour. So back to the drawing board.

I keep telling myself, one room at a time. That is the theory anyway. But when I move to another room I find something there not to my liking and end up tidying that room. That of course burns me out. So this is taking longer than I would have wished for, and the kids under my feet do not help. Oh well!

Meanwhile I have started to catch up with my coursework, (though naughty me I haven’t done a lot this week) and will be turning in one of my assignments next week. Yipppppeeeee
I am currently sat here eating yoghurt and freezing my butt off. So I am going to post then stare at the television until I fade into oblivion. (all the while hugging my pillow)

Night all!

Cold, cold days.

I glanced up last night and realised that we are now in November. I commented to my special someone, that I should do another entry into my blog and was given a very enthusiastic "yes you should".

Thing is what to write about?

I looked through the comp to see if I had anything worth commenting on. Maybe one of my numerous poems that I have accumulated, but I didn't find anything that would be suitable for "general consumption". So I decided on "yabbing" about what has been happening the past few (or however many) days.

The weather has taken a turn for the worst, prompting me to "attempt" to find the kids hats, gloves and scarves. Like every year it's a task similar to searching for a needle in a haystack. This house must contain dozens of hats, gloves and scarves, but I will be blowed if they can be found. So I traipse off to the nearest shop to once again kit them out. I must be the only mum that leaves these things to the last minute. I went from shop to shop, all to be greeted with "SOLD OUT". So off to the market then.

My daughter has a "pink fetish" right now. Everything must be pink. Took me forever to find a pink coat for her.. I mean a "pink", not a dark one.. a baby girl pinkie one. So imagine my great joy when she announces that her hat and gloves MUST be pink. So off I "trot" to not disappoint my little princess.

Shoppers tend to go crazy at this time of the year.. I am convinced they are on some kind of drug-hazed "got to shop for Christmas" drug. This results in goods being sold at inflated prices and limited amounts of things you can buy. Add to that the fact I needed "specific" items.

It's winter for Pete’s sake. Gloves, hats scarves and welly boots should be sold in their droves. There should not be a "supply limit" for these standard things?!

Imagine my great joy and immense satisfaction when I found ONE pair of gloves amongst all the Christmas paraphernalia. Then when I was about to ask for the price, I saw the tag. No way on this Earth, am I paying £10.00 for a pair of gloves that will only last 5 minutes in the hands of the child who I had in mind for them. AND that was on the market stall, I would expect them prices in a shop, where the goods would last the winter.. but come on this is the market!

Round me I have the three major shopping places. Each have a market. It is just travelling that poses a problem for me. I usually head to the one place where I would expect to find everything that I want. So the places are kind of "ranked" in order of importance to me!

Turns out that the least "ranked" area is where I managed to get the gloves. Including my little girl's pink ones, which she wears with all the glee in the world. Unfortunately I didn't stumble across hats. Luckily the weather has lost the "bitterness" right now, so I will resume again this weekend. See if I get lucky in grabbing some hats for them.

Meanwhile, my coursework is seriously behind. I am at least two assignments from where I should be. No I am not about to complain, and yes I should move my booty and catch up, (HA, even before you said it =P) but with the decorating, hospital visits and re-organising the house, it's a chore right now.

I even brought a laptop so I can "study on the move". Yeah I know I'm finally moving into the 21st centaury ^_~

Mind you, it doesn’t help when you receive text messages at 5:45 am from people, in particular people who want an answer back. So then I have to be more awake and alert than I would be normally. That throws my body clock out of sync. I don't start my day until 6:30am and that extra 45 mins IS a big difference.

Maybe I can "hire" someone to complete my course? Apparently it's all the rage with the kids in secondary school exams nowadays. Now there is a thought!