
Ok, here's how it is. One three year old has been hustled out the door to kindy, one 7 month old is crying in his cot and I am in that agitated state where all I can think is please sleep! please sleep! I can't fully focus on anything else until you sleeeeep! This babe was up for the majority of the night, running a temperature, which has finally broken. His sister has been sick since Friday, as have I. The house is littered with tissues and throat lozenge wrappers. And piles of used clothes. The odd nappy. Dirty dishes. And random pieces of cheese and half eaten crackers.
Is an image forming? Sorry about that...
But I haven't finished. The garden hasn't been tidied since we had ten little people over on Friday last week, so the majority of the sandpit still cakes the patio and the side of the house. The grass is littered with buckets and spades and bikes and a few random colouring in books that I can see through the window. Soaking wet. Dead. Yet still out there on the patio. I am sitting here, cup of tea in hand, wearing some random ensemble I pulled off the bedroom floor, and I have my fingers crossed that no one comes to the door. I am actually surprised that I am out of my pjs to be honest. And it's 9.30am.
Oooo is that sweet silence I hear from the bedroom...bless. So that's where we're at this morning people. And I haven't even started on the bedrooms. But I'm not going to go any further because you don't want to hear it and I would really rather not share it. I'm sure the perfect mother would be cleaning her God forsaken house right now, not sitting at her computer writing about it. She would probably also have fed her sick babes the delicious chicken soup she lovingly whipped up yesterday instead of the happy meal that my daughter got served. To avoid having cheese and crackers for dinner. Again.
So there's a snap shot. Not so nice but real. And I could dwell there a little longer but that's really not what this blog is about. Cause as much as there is all that stuff (the real and the mundane and the everyday snotty noses and moldy crackers kind of stuff) there is the good stuff too. And that is what I like this blog to be about.
The quality time that Sophia and I drank up last week (before we all got sick). When I chose to leave the washing so that I could say yes to the requests to build castles out of blocks for the third time in an hour. When we baked and brushed dolly's hair and drew pictures and spent time with friends and cousins and grandparents and went on fun outings. Continually. The sort of thing that is impossible to always do every day. And is exhausting but so needed every now and then. Like a detox. We spelt love: T-I-M-E. Which is not always the way I try to communicate love to my kids, but it is generally always the way they spell it.
And I am actually relatively comfortable with the mess. I'll clean it up before long, but I am really not the sort to live in a constantly tidy house. Just the way I roll. I imagine a whole bunch of you busy mum, creative types are much like me. Aren't you?
But I'm sick of talking about mess so I'll stop now and show you, instead, a few of the pics of the good stuff.






Yes I am the sort of mother that lets my child ride her bike in the supermarket and draw on the condensation. Ah well, the windows weren't clean to start with and I wasn't planning on washing them any time soon so the girl may as well make art!
On a different note, thanks to those of you who participated in Wordless Sunday! Please do continue to do so--it's gonna be fun! And speaking of fun...I came across this photography challenge via Fat Mum Slim. It starts tomorrow (1st of June) and I am so taking part. It's going to be a huge linky via the White Peach blog or through the Flickr group. Here is the challenge if you are interesting in joining in:

Ok, it is now a long time past 9.30! Somewhere in between all that the babe woke and played and had lunch and is now back to sleep. And I am going to post this quickly so that I can actually have a shower and a cuppa and maybe even put on a load of washing before he wakes. :)
See you tomorrow then with a self portrait! Eek!
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