Thames Valley Mums Blog

I never agreed to this

I seem to have an unspoken agreement with hubby that I watch the kids at all times. I say unspoken because I don't remember agreeing to be on a heightened sense of alert at all hours, in all places.  I tell the girls that I have eyes on the back of my head, so maybe that's where he got the idea.

On Sunday we decided last minute to drive down to Regatta. It was about 11 am, and the crowds were just starting to arrive.

I should have known when hubby stopped at the Telegraph stand and picked up a paper and an umbrella as a free gift.

A Saturday without a husband and two evil children

Saturday morning, I wake up in a grump... in a terrible grump! The kind of grump that makes me swear and curse. You see which grump I am talking about, don’t you?! Ok, maybe it is PMS grump I am talking about, I give you this.

Anyway, I make my way downstairs and find the 3 boys spread across the rug. Of course as a rule when I am the last one up I am always greeted with toys everywhere, bread crumbs all across the floor, because when we are with Papa, it is allowed to have toasts in the lounge. Papa is fun, unlike Maman who is boring and won’t let us smear blueberry jam all over the lovely wall paper, SHE LOVES SO MUCH!!

Terrible Twos

Definition:

To hit the terrible twos: to hit head against wall because toddler decide to not cooperate in crucial moments such as when crossing the road. To scream at the top of one's head because one's child decide to play hide and seek in clothes rails in shops and won't listen when being called once, twice, twenty times. To loose one's marbles when toddler laughs at one's face when being told off.

It can go further than this I promise you!

Am I the only one who struggles with a shopping trolley?

After lazing around with friends this morning downing frothy skinny cappuccinos and discussing the spring-like weather, I stopped by Waitrose to pick up a few essentials. I like shopping there, despite the fact I spend on average £20 more each visit than Tesco. It's an experience.

It all started out nicely. Ooohhhh, what's that? Patatas bravas? And a quesadilla? My mind started to wander to summer holidays in Spain, free flowing tapas, children content in the sand, sunshine on tap...

Snow days and short fuses

We had two snow days this week brought on, not by the closure of schools or nurseries (though I think most of the local ones closed), but the non-running of the buses. My mum was stuck at home bored and missing R, who she hadn’t seen for almost a week, due to our trip to Wales and C and I were stuck at home with a two-and-a-half-year-old who has inexplicably lost interest in the TV.

Why does everything have to be so complicated?

I am sat here at my desk wondering why everything has to be so hard all the time. Already this morning I have had two things that have made me roll my eyes in exasperation and it is only 11.00! It has been the same for the last few days so I am going to catalogue my woes in a cathartic and cleansing manner (how very new age of me).

It all started last Tuesday morning, I get up, have breakfast, make packed lunch for K and I and then totter off into the bathroom to have a shower. I turn it on and the bloody thing didn't work. The water pressure was too low for it to run. I therefore have to have a strip wash and wash my hair over the sink. I rang the water company, to be told that no one has reported any problems and they will look into it.

Planes, planes go away

What's up with the planes over Henley?

It's a good thing I get up early, because the recent change in flight paths over our homes would really make me seriously cranky if they woke me up as well as being incredibility loud and annoying.

At this risk of sounding like a NIMBY snob I'm going to propose this:

Thames Valley Mums unite!

Let BAA know we don't appreciate the planes flying over our homes and waking up our sleeping babies.  A friend of mine sent me this email address where you can lodge your complaints: noise_complaints@baa.com