Friday, 31 December 2010

Mummy’s Guilty Pleasures.

I was asked by my lovely friend and fellow twitter mummy to list my top five “Guilty Pleasures”.  Well let’s face it as a mum's we always put everyone else first and our own little pleasures can wait.

So my top Five Guilty Pleasures would have to be:

One:   Social Networking, I love spending time on Twitter and Facebook chatting away to like-minded Friends, Mummy’s and Bloggers.  I tend to be on in the day in between looking after little Monster, Working and Blogging.  I just love the fact that I have yet to meet these lovely people but it feels like we have been friends forever.

Two:   Chocolate, I have a secret little box hidden I the back of the camping cupboard and in it I store my favourite bar of chocolate.  Not that I’m being mean but sometimes we just have to have something for ourselves.  Even Daddy Mission doesn’t know where it’s kept, it’s all mine.

Three:   Blogging, this has to be one of my favourite guilty pleasures.  With four kids running around I don’t get much time to do it every day, but when I do get the chance I wander off into my own little world and forget the world is still going on around me.

Four:    My Books, at the moment I am writing two books.  One is going to be called a Job for Mummy:  it’s about the struggles we all face as mum’s to find the perfect career that will fit in around our family life.  The other is called “The Dream” this is one of my favourites and its a book of honestly, hopefully if it makes it to the publishers it will make you laugh, cry and want to move to the country.  I do try to spend some time each day on at least one of them, normally at about 6am in the morning when Daddy Mission has left for work and the kids are still asleep.

Five:   Mummy Time, This is when I try to spend just 10 minutes in silence doing what I want to do.  That sounds so selfish but with children you forget what me time actually is.  Before the kids I would think of nothing going in the bath for three hours or painting my nails.  So I vowed to make just a little bit of time for me to relax and enjoy.

So now is the time to pass the baton on, lets see what my other mummy blogger friends define as their Mummy Guilty Pleasures

@Mammy Woo - Lexy

@lincolnandme - Mary

@Themummylife - Laura

@JennyKatexx - Jenny

@Allimarshall - Alli

@Theboyandme-

@Coffeetoatea - Kath

 Right ladies over to you, loves you lots

Mummy Mission

Tuesday, 21 December 2010

Questions?

 

Why is it children always seem to ask the most embarrassing questions in the most public of places?  Or is that just my lot? Hands up, come on. *starts counting* I knew I wasn’t alone.

Take the gorgeous little Princess Mission, she may be only four but she wins the medal for the most embarrassing questions in the most public place.

 Today we were standing in the busiest aisle in Asda, when she asks at the top of her voice, “Mummy how will my boobies grow big like yours?” the whole store stopped (well it felt like that) I could hear all the dad’s tittering (bad choice of word) in the background all waiting for me to fill her in on how her little body could grow.

I explained that they would grow as she grew; she needed to be a lot older.  We carried on shopping, thinking I had heard the last of the conversation. Sadly not, she then decided to ask at the top of her little voice.  “So mum do I need to water my boobies to make them grow like yours?” I could have died.  In fact I was praying for the ground to open up and swallow me (it didn’t happen) and I now seem to have attracted a crowd of daddy’s too!

 Well kind of, I suppose.  I explained that she was still too young to worry about any of that, she seemed happy with my motherly answer or so I thought!

I could see her little mind working overtime, her and Monster were planning my down fall I could feel it.  They waited until we were at the packed check out when she asked her final question.

Princess: “Mummy, when do I get to change?” 

Mummy: “What do you mean sweetie?”

Princess: “When do I get to change into a different person?”

Mummy: “Well you don’t really sweetie, you are my little Princess.”

Princess: “Well I don’t want to be a princess anymore”

Mummy: “OK.  Well what and who would you like to be then?”

Thinking she was going to say some cartoon Character

Princess: “I want to be a boy like Monster, so I can play with my willy it look like so much fun!”

The checkout girl was crying with laughter, the two tills either side had come to a standstill and I didn’t actually know what to say (for once in my life).  So once all the laughter had stopped I continued with the packing, when the checkout girl decided she would ask Monster “What’s your name?”

Now normally you get the whole Finlay Doherty and I am 2, but no not today of course not that would be too easy.  So he replied “Finlay Boobie” well that was it the girl was crying with laughter once more and it took me another 10 minutes to get all my shopping packed!

So there you have it, my most embarrassing trip to the supermarket.  Some may say it was an education in itself.

Lots of love

Mummy Mission

Monday, 13 December 2010

Just 5 Minutes!



Have you ever noticed when you become a mum that you suddenly have no time for yourself?  Not even 5 minutes.  I was talking to some mummy friends today and it’s not just my children that are demanding, other mums are going through the same thing.

I can’t even remember the last time I actually got to go to the loo in peace, without the usual audience and barrage of questions.  It doesn’t stop at the loo; it seems that kids instinctively know when you are trying to have some mummy time. They will seek you out and put an end to any remote idea, they will get you:

When you’re in the bath, you will hear those four little words “I need the toilet”. 

On the phone, they will either start a fight or need your undivided attention right at that moment.

 Talking to a neighbour, this is Monsters favourite.  He picks his moment and then utters the words “Mummy I need a big poo”

Even when doing the dishes or the laundry there is just no escape!

Sitting down for 5 minutes is also a green light for the kids to start, wanting or needing something.  Imagine that you have just made a cup of tea; you slide two biscuits out of the pack (well it would be rude not to) then sneak into the living room for just 5 minutes.  You will most definitely hear those special words “MUM CAN I HAVE” “MUM I NEED” “MUM CAN YOU GET ME” “MUM”

So my plan to combat this, my plan for just 5 minutes mummy time, is to set my alarm clock to 6.30 am in the morning.  Sneak down the stairs and sit in the dark, for just 5 MINUTES!

Lots of love

Mummy Mission

Saturday, 11 December 2010

We have Moved!

Hello, are you all here. (starts counting heads)

Ok  so who's missing, hurry up missy you're late again, Yes you there at the back.

Well we did it, the Missions have finally move to WordPress.  Wow it's bigger over here isn't it, well the place could do with a bit of a clean and tidy.  Maybe we need to hang some pictures on the walls to make it feel just like home.

Right so while I get on with the unpacking, you put the kettle on tea with one sugar please.  Hopefully normal service will be resumed as quickly as possible.

love you lots

Mummy Mission

Thursday, 9 December 2010

Daddy and the Christmas Tree!




For those of you who know my hubby, he is kind, caring and as bloody stubborn as a mule. So you can imagine my shock last night when Daddy decided it was time for the tree to come out of the loft. I had only been asking for it for the past week, but I suppose he is like most men when it’s their idea that’s when things can finally happen.

The last time Daddy put up the tree was an amazing 13 years ago, I was heavily pregnant with Teenage Mission. I remember the day well; it was my last day at work before I started my maternity leave. I was an emotional wreck as it was with being hormonal and 8 months pregnant, but all the well wishes and cards just seemed to send me over the edge (mainly because no –one had thought of buying me any chocolate). Anyway Daddy came to pick me up from work as usual (well I couldn’t drive my bump wouldn’t fit behind the steering wheel of my metro), and we headed for home.

I had asked daddy for weeks to get a tree; it just didn’t feel like Christmas without one. He was such a bar humbug, he completely refused. I would have gone myself but I couldn’t drive, so on our way home he told me he had brought something for the baby. I was shocked, something else he had never done. I was excited to see what it was.

We arrived home and I waddled up the path, once in the house I noticed this thing of, well it was a tree and it had lights and baubles on it. Not what I had imagined, but there you go but underneath the tree was the icing on the cake. It was a card with MY name on it, I opened the card.

It read:

To Lena

BAR HUMBUG

Love

Wayne



So you see, that just about sums my lovely hubby up, he can have the greatest intentions in the world, SOMETIMES.

Sunday, 5 December 2010

Dear Santa


It’s that time of the year again; you know the one, when the big man comes to visit. The house is filled with excitement and that’s just me!  We have lots of fun in our house over the holiday period, parties to attend, places to go, grandparents to visit, so we have very little time to actually sit down and really think about what we all want from the big man. So this year we sent out our letters via email (well Santa has to move with the times), each Mission sat down and typed out their very own email, monster went first:

Dear Santa

Please can I have a Thomas Scooter and lots of chocolate for Christmas that’s all? Oh and maybe a few other things I have put my mark on in the Argos catalogue. Love Monster x

Princess was next:

Dear Santa

I would like a Baby doll with a bottle, some nappies and a double buggy. Please make sure the dolly wee’s but not poo’s because that would be disgusting. Thanks love Princess

Drama was next, but I wasn’t sure if Santa would have time to read the four page memo she sent to him so I have condensed it to three lines:

Dear Santa

I would love a Ipod touch for Christmas, along with a private gig and shopping trip with the Saturdays and a date with Aston (The cute one apparently) from JLS. Thanks love Drama XXX

Here is where it gets a bit tricky in our little house because (dare I say it) *wispers* Teenage Mission doesn’t believe. So he sent me a little email to pass on to Santa:

Mum this year for Christmas I want:

A laptop

Black opps (Xbox game)

A HDTV

A HD PVR

It should all cost around a £1000 so don’t worry about getting me any stocking fillers, but I will need a large selection box. Ta x



So I decided I would write Santa a little letter of my very own, (well if everyone else is getting presents, I wouldn’t mind a few bits) so here goes:

Dear Santa

I have been a very good mummy this year, I have been nice to everyone (well nearly) and I have helped people out who were in need, only last week I ate the last of the chocolate fingers, when my friend was on a diet. I always put others first, only the other day I let daddy get into bed first, well it was a bit cold. I am never selfish, I generally only like Salmon oh and maybe a bit of cod from the chippy. So this year can I please have a nice present, something just for me?

I don’t mean like those Lavender bath salts you got me the other year, I smelt like my Nan for about 6 months and please DONT bring me a Chocolate subuteo game once you have eaten the balls it’s just no fun, oh and the Disney CD you got me, yeah well I did tell you I was 34 not 3-4!

This year I wanted to give you a few hints, these things will not cost you anything but they will make my life a little better. So can I have?

10 minutes peace every day – even if it’s just when I’m on the loo or in the shower.

My children and husband to remember that the washing basket doesn’t just belong to me; they can touch it and move it down the stairs.

I would like you to remind my family to remember that when they leave the table, they must remember to take their cups and plates with them, because the plate fairy is on strike.

Could you please add an extra 12 hours to my day, as I am struggling to juggle 4 children (5 if the hubby is included) working from home, blogging and all of my other little projects, as well as the house work and just generally being a good mummy.

Oh and one last thing could you dig a big hole for me to push stupid celebrities into, I have a list of those already and I don’t want a long queue forming we will call it “I think I’m a celebrity so get me in there”. Katie “I talk utter poo” Price and Gillian “I am a faker” McKeith will be the first to sample the delights of the big black hole.

Right I think that’s all I wanted, so if you could deliver any of my requests I would be most grateful.  Right so I will see you xmas eve, I will be the one sitting on the sofa with my glass of red wine, Pj’s and my wooley socks on.

Catch you later big guy.

Mummy Mission

So there you have it our Mission Family Christmas letters, although you may have noticed that Daddy’s is missing. Sadly Daddy won’t be receiving anything from Santa this year as he has been on the naughty step once too often. If his behaviour changes then I suppose his letter will be the same as it has been for the last 13 years, all Daddy Mission wants for Christmas is ... Jennifer Anniston!

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Mummy's first Guest Posting

Hi Lovelies

Sorry the Missions have been very quiet lately, but Christmas is coming and the Mission house has turned into a disaster zone.  Wrapping paper and sellotape have become my new BFF's.

So in this madness i have had very little time to fill you all in on the ups and the downs of our family life, but all that changed when i received a lovely email from @Beckicklesie on twitter.  She was looking for all her blogger followers and friends to do some guest postings on her blog.

It was then that Mummy Mission stepped up to the mark, I have never done a Guest Post before.  So I opened the laptop and started writing about something that had happened just that very day.

You can read all about Santa's newest little helper over at Beckicklesie and i really hope you enjoy.