Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

So there I am, congratulating myself because my two offspring are finally (finally) enjoying each other’s company. They’re pretending to be other people, shrieking and giggling and having a ball. Then Miss Four says, “Hi, I’m Mummy and I have a very big bottom.”

In the gales of laughter that follow I suddenly realise – it doesn’t matter a damn how much slimmer you think you are than last week/month/year, your kids think you’re enormous regardless!

What Next?

Dear God

Thank you for the house sale (massive clean-up), and the house purchase (massive box-up), and the birthday party for Miss Four (massive mess-up), and the car purchase (massive stress-up), and the BIG fat mortgage/insurance/etc paperwork (massive loan-up), and the winter ills (massive health-down) . . . but did you have to give them all to me in the one little fortnight?

Love from Maggie xx

Kids And Their Priorities

Master Nine: What if there’s a fire in our house, Mum?

Me: We get out. Fast.

Master Nine: Would there be time to get a few little things first?

Me: No. Get out. Fast. (Thinking OMG WHAT???!)

Master Nine: Does fire burn everything? Even metal?

Me: Pretty much. It melts metal.

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