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Sunday is our typical walk day, and the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the toddler was tantruming… Etc etc so today we stayed at home.. Except we used the garden and our brand spanking new BBQ!
Hell! It was hard work… All that waiting, salad prepping, Pimms drinking, I’m a ball of tiredness this evening. But, it’s the most fun we have had in a long time.
I know the family BBQ is meant to be a staple pastime, but until now we hadn’t made the most of our garden. We have a large deck which overlooks the fields and a smaller lawn area which is beautiful, but deadly…. Seriously there’s a shear drop onto the hedge below and, until this weekend, we were unsure what to do… We had this new shiny toy… Re hot death trap and a six foot drop
Out came the playpen, to bridge the gap. The children wouldn’t be able to use the garden but they could spend the day on the deck… Luckily that’s where the outside tap is. After eating, playing, snail taming (more on that later) we had a water fight…. Yes all of us! Playing catch with water balloons on a belly full of piri piri pork and burgers, we had a whale of a time. It’s days like this that make me all reflective. Who says we are not cool parents (eh H?)
We have none, well, one plastic chair (that we had to wrestle Aragog in the shed for) and a rusty old table, which I covered in a table cloth. But jeez, how expensive is your basic table and chairs set??? Last year I ordered one on Amazon…. It arrived and we collapsed into giggles… It was a kids set… So, this year I’m attempting the pallet upcycle…. Oh yes I am…. I’ve pinned it!
You see it on all the summer pictures, children prancing about in giant paddling pools with a Wendy house and supersoakers…. We (had) a tiny ring but Aragog saw to it that we will never touch it again… It’s at the back of the shed, with his babies…. But turns out, you don’t need all that stuff, the tent for our playroom served as shade, a skipping rope….
One cosy coupe… Strike that, we need two… Two cosy coupes for the love of god we need two….it turns out, playing petrol pump attendant, while your brother Flintstones around the decking is not a cool, fun job…. A job which leads to tears and screams… A job that ends in someone getting hurt. And, if you’re wondering…. It’s not a role that can be appeased with ice poles.
Today Harriet became a mother (of sorts) she took under her wing a snail, Barbara by name, slimy by nature. She protected Barbara from younger children, children who insisted she needed ‘more food’ while hurling dandelions at her and burying her under a mountain of leaves. She stroked her shell and talked in hushed tones. I was reminded of the Dick-King-Smith novel from my childhood….SOPHIE’S SNAIL?
Now I know what you’re thinking, my sub heading does spell impending doom…. But hold on to your shells, Barbara lives… But H did learn something…
‘I’m going to have to let her go….. I can’t protect her forever, it’s just too much responsibility’
Straight face, eyebrow raised emoji and a knowing nod.
If I was a Lego piece which would I be?….. This is the sort of conversations my husband and I have. Sat in the car on our way back from Drogo (national trust) on Sunday, he asks me this…… Post wondering if we could get away with just a quick sarnie for dinner cos we are too tired to cook….and after chatting about our latest eBay finds…. We actually spent a solid 20 mins discussing the personification of Lego.
We decided to jazz up the already riveting debate by assigning two pieces, one for ourselves and one for the other….. We then compared
A 2×2 for him
A single roof point for me (the one that is split into four and sits in the centre of the imaginary house)
He’s a 2×2 because he’s simple (not in the intellectual sense) but useful, the cornerstone, strong and dependable….Yes, I know I’ve made him sound boring, but truth is, you know where you are with a 2×2….. I suppose he could be a clear one? Or a jazzy colour? To set him apart from the rest?…. He’s not disappointed with my analogy though, on the contrary…. He starts taking about the building blocks of Rome….
I’m that single roof point, coz I’m pretty eclectic, I mean really not much use for anything other than the job in hand…. (The perfectionist) but once you find me I complete you…. Well, your home anyway…. Often stuck under the sofa, surrounded by dust….. Lost in a pile of toys…. But I make it worthwhile…. I have purpose…. I’m the more ‘driven’ block in our marriage…. I don’t fit in other places, I’m a bit awkward…. I like my comfort zone….. Oh and I’m red…. Red hair and perhaps a bit fiery
A 1X1 for him
A hinge for me
Apparently, he considers himself hard to find….. I mean he’s kinda right. He’s there, lots of him about, tackling various jobs always on the move, but there when it’s important…. I mean you ever built something and had that final gap left??. He also pointed out how versatile, if a little time consuming, the 1X1 is…. They’re content on their own, but also thrive as a pair of group, providing the company is of similar stature… He can’t be dealing with the bigger blocks…. The ones out to prove they’re better. Not competitive at all…..Useful and content
I’m a hinge (according to him) because I’m creative…. I mean a hinge can be a door, a drawbridge a….. Something else creative he couldn’t come up with…. He also did say hinges get squeaky and require more maintenance than your average Lego piece….. I didn’t argue…. I was too busy trying to think of another use for a hinge, but yeh, I’ll go with that…..
What about you? Crazy question, pointless post…. But I bet it’s got you thinking too….
In general we make an effort to get out every Sunday, but with new jobs, lack of clean washing and tbh, a bit of laziness, we have neglected our tradition for nearly a month…. Last week we actually went scouting at the local boot sale instead…love April because they all start up again
But, today, for May, we decided it had been far too long, and we set off for Drogo (National Trust). We haven’t been yet this Spring and it was so lovely to see the flowers out and the building looking so much closer to completion….
We don’t normally use the cafes, because our day ends up costing too much, but today we decided to treat ourselves to some hot-chocolate and scones in the garden area also.
The day started a bit hectic and despite requesting H do her hair and put on her wellies, we rushed out the house without double checking, only to arrive and discover she had not done either…. It turns out, heading upstairs to get some socks was far too much effort and she opted instead for summer pumps…. Cue argument…. Sulking and tween attitude for the first hour…. Luckily she perked up, despite v cold feet and enjoyed the rest of the visit…. Juggling the needs of toddlers and a tween is difficult…. She is starting to resist our walks and this is somthing I’m finding tough… I think we need to think of new ways to engage her so she doesn’t feel left out, ideas on a post card please!
Enjoy our foray into May
Today, after a week of waiting I got some crappy news… As you know I started a new role recently and it’s been so lovely to get out the house and feel like me again. I found myself not only thrown into a new role where I can use my brain, but I actually getting time alone in the city…. Beautiful long walks along the canal…. The odd costa coffee…. It’s been good for the old empowerment and self esteem malarkey ….Perhaps it went to my head, perhaps I forgot for a brief while that I was a mum… Whatever the reason, I applied for a Saturday job….
An escape room
Forgetting the children for one afternoon in half term, Scott and I went to one of these attractions…. A date if you will, a rather over due one…. (2 years to be exact) and, on returning from a brilliant day, I saw they were looking for staff… My cv is colourful (no really, it’s bright pink) and I have some experience pre marriage of film set working and acting….. It was a dream job…..
For me ten years ago….
And I got an interview.
I’m not sure how it happened, perhaps it was running from my new role to this one too quickly to even glance down at my cv but blindly run I did …. into the interview, confident and feeling good…. I forgot to think about what THEY would want from Me.
My head was filled with ME and how awesome it would be for ME! Oh dear god, working has made me a little selfish…. I even left feeling confident….. I didn’t think that mentioning the children, or toddler group or even that I once worked at McDonald’s… (It was said in jest)……Would be a hindrance…. But now…. After waiting a whole week in hope, and being crushed by rejection this evening, I realise……. I’m not who I was ten years ago…. I’m a working mum and the two are entertwinded…. Not separate.
I could have gone in, been more quirky than geeky….. Not even mentioned the kids…. Bigged up the pre baby experience, shown the pre wife me…. And maybe I wouldn’t be feeling so darn crap…… And a part of me is kicking myself that I didn’t
I’d spent the best part of a week thinking about my ‘new’ life, the extra money….. I even got some new clothes….. I started up my healthy eating, been running….. All this focus on me….. And then, Bam…REJECTION
Now, I’m not saying it was discrimination, I was told the role was filled by someone who they thought was a better match….. And I realise I couldn’t agree more…. It’s an arty quirky, young person company…. And I have to accept that’s not me anymore…. if it ever was…. It’s a bitter pill to swallow…. But a firkkin important one
It’s not family vs work
It’s not me as a mum vs me as a person
It’s just me and I’m not these different boxes or labels. I’m a working mum, who is thirty (still not there yet) and a bit of a geek….. But not in the cool quirky Florence and the machines kind way….. In a slightly awkward, perfectionist but loving way….. And that is that
I’m me regardless of if I’m working or mothering….. I’m gutted, but I know there are lessons to be learnt. I looked down at my children today, h tooth fell out at dinner, Roo asked me to read his bedtime story tonight…. Nerg is poorly and hugging and lethargic and I know they’re part of who I am now…. And this selfish phase can be put into perspective and put to bed also ….. Tonight, I’m going to hug my husband, enjoy a good box set while mapping out ideas of my blog and two other jobs…. Listening out for Nerg…. Ignoring the housework…..
I might keep up the healthy eating and running though…. 9lbs down
So the scene is set, you’ve decorated the room for a troupe of mini pirates, what’s next? here is a rundown of the food we laid out for little Roos third birthday. amazingly it was fairly simple, a few mini chalk boards from The Range and even the obligatory cheese and pineapple sticks were given a ‘jolly’; twist.
A month ago I showed you our fabulous bottle of fun party invites for Roos Pirate themed BIrthday Party. Well, during the Easter break that swashbuckling foray took place. From the food to the decor, I worked my crafty socks to the bone and, with lots of help from my far more organised other half, we just about pulled it off….. Here is the first of a few posts….
From flags to masts, bunting to props here are some ideas for anyone wanting to host a themed event for their own little one.
A mast centrepiece
we used a mix of different styles for this. Chalk board flags are brilliant and can be used time and time again. You can see our previous use for H’s Tween themed party on Instagram. I spent hours cutting out these anchors from silver card…. Not something I would recommend…. Especially if you use the next one to frame the following…. The final cut out was more smudge than ahoy there… But yo ho and all that
I ordered this beautiful name bunting from the extremely talented Viv at lovingly made gifts. With an Xmas day birthday we thought Roo could keep this from his party as a special out of season present. Do pop along to her Facebook page and give her a like…. Although be warned, your newsfeed will be filled with lots of tempting handmade goodies.