Today I'm not winning!

The old age saying goes... You win some, you lose some! Today it would be fair to say I lost... And am still losing! 

It started pretty much as soon as my feet hit the floor and continued as the day wore on. My girls, who are both sick, decided today shall be the day they test my patience, my stamina and my very being. With that said my son did his very best as well.

We all have those days.  Our "to do" lists just keep getting bigger and absolutely nothing we do assists in its demise.  I should have just gone back to bed.

That's where they both are now. My seven month old, who had already screamed her way through an entire sleep session, with constant attempts from me to settle her, continues to scream bloody murder.  And my 4 year old has once again convinced my husband to lye with her in our bed in attempts to avoid sleep.

I don't know which incident hurt me more.  The argument with the 4 year old, who although noticeably busting refused to go to the toilet due to a plaster she had on her knee.  Four year old problems are real, and somehow it resulted in her locking herself in the bathroom because "she didn't want to make me angry".  Way to make a parent feel bad! Or the 17 year old that faked a phone conversation to trick me into believing he was heading off to a friend's house for the night. Now the latter may seem lame, however there was a whole lot more to the story which involved me snooping on his cellphone and seeing that he referred to me, to one of his friends, as a hoe! And not to mention when I looked at his call list I discovered that he wasn't even talking to anyone on the phone and rather faked a conversation for my benefit.

Heartbreaking.

When did this happen? When did it all get on top of me and I start to lose?. How did I get on the back foot and how an earth do I get back to my rightful place, on top? 

Another day, another dollar. Another great saying that although potentially could be true for some, I don't get paid...  and even if I did, a dollar is little compensation for the heartache that I have endured today...

They giveth and they take it away-ith

So little Miss "I'm now four and a half so where is my party," has just pulled out the best lines (she's good at that).  After repeatedly asking her if she needs to go to the toilet, I try and rip her away from a "screen" to get her to come and choose her own ice block.  Well in true style she loses it.  Who wouldn't, she's literally doing the highland fling while trying to tell me that she shouldn't have to show me which ice block she wants, because I should just know.  Anyway she then retorts something about not being able to show me because she needs to go to the toilet!  No kidding Sherlock.  After said visit to the toilet she meets me at the freezer, bear in mind I have already told her she is no longer having an ice block after yelling at me.  So she bats her eyelids a few times, puts on those puppy dog eyes and we negotiate the ice block she wants.  I hand it to her and she tells me "you are the best mother ever!!!"  What a greaser, however under her breath she mutters "well, maybe not!"  "Ah excuse me?  I heard that!  Why am I not the best mother ever?"  "Well" she says "you pulled an angry face and me".  Seriously I can't win with this girl sometimes.  Ice block in hand she retreats where she doesn't have to be subjected to my annoyed rants.

Sometimes I think she is far too clever for her own good!

Poop! I blame the dog!

So let's get this blog started.  The inspiration behind why I started a blog.

This is Floyd ... 

So yesterday I let Floyd out to go the toilet, midway through changing Lady Charlotte (our youngest daughter).  Next I hear him barking like a complete nutter so I leave Charlotte to go and investigate outside.  I get side tracked into a conversation with a neighbour who is walking her dog.  Long story short, I return to five missed calls on my phone (son was trying to contact me), Sophie screaming around the house looking for me in a blind panic ... And the now not so lady like Charlotte rolling around the media room floor, caking herself in ...

Yup you guessed it... Her own poo!

I thought it was hilarious!  Our son, Xavier was mortified and couldn't believe I took a photo and the slightly traumatised Miss Sophie just kept repeating ... "I think she's trying to eat it, mummy.  I think she's trying to eat it!"

I truly did think it was hilarious until our son stormed out of the room in disgust, followed closely by Miss Sophie and I realised that I was now left with the mammoth job of trying to strip Charlotte down and get her upstairs into the bath by myself as everyone had dispersed!  Also I didn't think it was so funny at 10:30pm when I was still trying to clean her play gym mat that was covered in said poo!

I'm not 100% sure if she ate it or not, however the rings that she was sucking on were sufficiently covered in poop and her face wasn't particularly clean either!

Another lesson learned and the inspiration for my BLOG!

Welcome!

Hello and welcome to all that may stumble across my blog.  I am a mother to three beautiful and wonderful children and I've created this blog as it has just occurred to me, that as a mother of three our busy daily lives are filled with some funny shit and I wanted a place to share and record these events as they happen to be.

My husband and I live in Rangiora, New Zealand and our three children are 16, 4 and 4 months at the time I am creating this blog.  I wish I had thought to do this earlier as I'm sure our journey to date has been fraught with some hilarious and trying times that would have been worthy of sharing, as well as some proud parenting moments with our eldest son Xavier.  But alas as they always say, better late than never.

Sit back and enjoy!