Dirty, pretty things.

Oh. My. God. As you can only read this, be assured that I am saying this in the mummy tone that means there's something amiss, rather than the hysterically comical squawk of a tweenager realising that they left their copy of Twilight in the public toilets whilst they're halfway home on the bus.

My house is a mess. A real mess. It is in fact so bad, that I am making BF take HRH to his mums' for tea so that I can get it cleaned up, as Mrs. Noodles and Mrs. Noodles' Mummy are coming round for tea tomorrow. The thing is, we just spend so much time playing that there's never enought ime to get any cleaning done. However, if you look at it, the list of jobs is rather long, and although BF pegs the washing out and does a little ironing every now and then, I am sadly lacking in the assistance department.

The truth of it is that maybe I feel guilty because I don't care enough about it. Don't get me wrong, it's not so bad that the Council are coming round in Hazmat suits with a skip, but it's definitely....... lived in. As far as I am concerned, perhaps I am rebelling against the societal expectation that my house should be clinically clean and pin perfect by spending my cleaning time playing with HRH or making mess (paints, glitter etc) instead of cleaning it up. And why is it ME that feels guilty about the mess? BF knows where the hoover is.

Perhaps I should take this first step into the uncharted waters of slatternliness (and yes, I did look it up) and enjoy life a bit more and worry less about the cleaning and going on a diet, more about sex (really, really good sex) and spending quality time with HRH.

Thanks Tracey x

Hello, I'm still here....

It has been a long time since I managed to grab ten minutes to update this, but it would appear that the time is indeed now!

HRH has been poorly with a urinary tract infection but has now perked up considerably. It was a rather frightening evening as we had to take her to the emergency doctor. The poor child was beetroot red, shaking, complaining of being cold when her temperature was 40.5c and not interested in anything to eat or drink. You know that horrible feeling that you get when your mind starts working overtime and all the scary scenarios start playing themselves out through your head, like, "what if she has a fit?" or "what if she gets admitted?" and my personal favourite "should I really call an Ambulance?" (my finger is never far from the 9 button at times like that!).

Anyhow, we saw a lovely doctor who prescribed some antibiotics. We rushed to the midnight pharmacy, and can you believe it, they had no Amoxycillin 125mg susp! What is that all about? It's like a pub running out of beer! And, yes, I am going to name and shame you BOOTS THE CHEMIST, you LET ME DOWN.  I had to kick BF out of bed and set him up on the sofa so I could co-sleep a fractious boiling hot 22 month old baby, losing 6 precious hours of time when those antibiotics could be working their way through her system.

BOOTS. RUBBISH.

In other news today, BF is swapping the BMW 1series for a VW Touran (aka the Love Bus). It's coming tonight and I can't wait!

Here's the love bus...... (ours is black)

Yay!!!!! 

Oooops....

I can't get on my comments people, so if you've left one and I haven't replied- it's not rudeness, I am just incompetent. An incompetent blogger...

Easter!

Well, it seems like an age since I updated this- probably because it is.

A lot has happened since then! Firstly, it was BF's birthday, and I took him out for a lovely surprise to a race track in York, where he got to drive round in a Lamborghini, Aston Martin, Porsche, Ferrari and a Lotus Elise with these guys Driving Sensations . It was a brilliant day out and now I am the best girlfriend ever. Oh yeah! This was swiftly followed by the wedding, which was lovely. The bride looked sooooo beautiful, I was very jealous. Everyone was having a lovely time, the oldies were happy and even my sister appeared to enjoy herself. However, I have to say the best bit of the evening was getting ready and doing Sisters' make-up. I was tempted to make her look like a depressed circus clown but unfortunately we were running out of time.

Well, such a mundane update.... I have also eaten too much chocolate this easter. Yum.