There is a lot of whining in my house this morning. That is to be expected on a Saturday morning – my two spectrum-y children like the routine of school mornings and don’t cope as well when their only job is to watch cartoons and eat breakfast. I’ve already had an argument with Amy about why she needs to put clothes on, rather than spending the day curled in front of the fire wearing underpants, and Isaac, well, I’ve not managed to corral and dress him yet. Luckily the house is mostly warm. Ish.
My husband turns thirty tomorrow, which seems to me to be a rather large milestone in a mans life, but it still took him until yesterday to decide what he wanted to do. Would we go out for lunch? Would we invite his family up here? The vaccilitating between decisions seemed endless.
Being 31 weeks pregnant, I was pushing for everyone to visit here – as nice as it is to have someone cook lunch for me, the sheer exhaustion caused by having to leave the house and be upright wasn’t on my list of fun things to do. Last time I did that I required a few days in bed before I could walk again. My pelvis is not playing nicely and the rest of my joints have joined in the mutiny. August can not come fast enough.
The downside of everyone visiting here of course is that I am the one doing the cooking. Please don’t think that I am complaining, because I’m not. I’m merely mentioning that it’s not yet 10am and I have roast beef slow cooking in the oven (for sandwich and rice paper roll filling – also for our lunch today) and I’ve managed to marinate 2kg of chicken, despite the smallest child clinging to my leg the whole time.
If this keeps up, I’ll be ready for a nap just as everything is cooked.
I didn’t plan things terribly well and it wasn’t until after the beef was in the oven that I realised that I hadn’t had breakfast and now my oven was full of beef, not croissants.
Never mind, I didn’t feel like sharing the croissants with the children anyway.
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Slightly unrelated to anything: I’m quoted in The Punch today on Mummybloggers and the criticisms we receive. You want to read it, don’t you? Yes. Yes you do. CLICK HERE.
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How have you been Internet? Is there anything planned for you this weekend?
Happy Birthday to your hubby:) And congrats on being 31 wks, you are getting close!
Hmmmm – I think your bendy joints wouldn’t like what I have planned for the weekend – moving boxes to new house so movers don’t have to move as much. Though I would MUCH rather be curled up with book around a fire.
How long until August? Four weeks, unless you want the end of August, then it’s eight weeks. Me? I’m waiting for the middle of August, six weeks away.
Happy Birthday Nathan.
Happy Birthday, Nat! Hope you’ve had a good day. 🙂
Happy Birthday, Nathan! It’s a hot summer day here on Cape Cod, and very crowded with tourists. I plan to stay close to home, putter in my garden, and maybe go to the beach
when the sun is lower in the sky. I hope your party is fun, and that everyone takes good care of you, Veronica, so you can relax and enjoy the party, too.
Happy birthday, Nathan!
Nothing is planned, literally.
Was so awesome to meet you
and your kids are awesome
Such a good point about the criticisms Mummy bloggers receive (in the link) … obviously, I’m a 2-month old blogging newbie, so have only just begun to learn about this, but it seems it’s more the threat of power that people are worried about. There is no agenda, so Mummy bloggers are free to write … and the only people threatened by this freedom of expression of another are usually those with power … and when I look at who the criticisms are coming from, this theory holds up. Why else would they be worried??
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