5 reasons to love Little Tyro

I used to be that smug mum that thought her 1st child was gifted – clearly. She could recite the alphabet and write her own name with a little heart over the i! It was when I met the kid in her Kindergarten class that could count in multiples of seven, I realised I had no idea. Continue reading

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Where is my mind?

To be fair I wrote this when it had not stopped raining FOR EVER, and I am slowly regaining some brain function woohoo! but I thought you might like to see how brilliantly I was coping at the end of winter.

With colds and weather and sudden crazy annoying insomnia turning me into a zombie, I thought I should write a post regarding a rather embarrassing … problem of mine which is now worse than ever.

I am, to put it mildly, rubbish at finishing a sentence.

Now I will let you stew this over with an example.  I met a new Mum at the play ground and We were discussing the difference between my daughters, “One is pretty shy” I said, “the other is as chatty as a ……..”   That’s right, I stopped.  I made a point to stare hard at something of no importance behind the lady I was talking to, I checked my bag for a loose tic tac and I said nothing more, eyes averted.

I suspect it is because after having 3 kids, I have been interrupted for 99% of my conversations for the past 6 years.  I am so used to being cut off before I finish speaking that the part of my brain that stores witty turns of phrase has been replaced with some other garbage, like kids iceblock stick craft ideas from pinterest.

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Just as likely is the small machine purring away in the back of my mind, largely fuelled by guilt asking 50 questions a minute and often overrulling any other rational thought.  “Did I leave the iron on, of course not I haven’t ironed in weeks, I should really iron more, my poor husband, I wonder if she irons? Where did she get those shoes? does she have that style in other colours? why can’t I find the perfect flats? I haven’t washed my hair, I must look like a junkie, I hope I’m not scaring her off with my junkie attire, where the hell are the kids? should I be concerned? I really shouldn’t have yelled at my oldest for pouring out the cereal, am I too hard? do I need to do more homework with them? Did I feed them lunch? I forgot to pay that bill for that thing, I have got to stop buying coffees…”

On the plus side, My husband and I have started collecting some ridiculous made up words I have come up with, Also, having a quick search on the internet it looks like I’m not alone.

Now without googling too much (NEVER google too much) there are some helpful wee hints that I might have to try to defuzz the brain and retain a little dignity in social situations. This particular list is from a site encouragingly called “Am I losing my mind?” but I will sum it up in an achievable way for a Mum like me who has no time for excessive deprivation or commitment.

Omega 3 – Eat loads of lovely smoked salmon mmm

Sleep – Wear ear plugs.

Drink water – I’m lame enough to need one of those bottles with hourly drinking levels. I particularly like this blog detailing in several photos the clever crafty 12 step process to using a permanent marker on a bottle. see here

Drink Coffee – ok

Tumeric – I am like a child with tumeric, I will eat tumeric so long as someone else hides it in my meal without my knowledge

Laugh often – really, my kids are hilarious.

Manage your vices – My alcohol is beautifully managed thank you

Stay active – Aahh, well. My daughter likes to challenge me to a dance off whenever we argue.  I might have to start taking her up on that. I do have some pretty smooth moves.

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And the little one said is a boutique online children’s clothing, accessories, toys and home decor site run by two sisters with lots of kids between them and a love of all things beautiful.