mumzilla makes cupcakes..

I made cupcakes yippppeee -oh to be joining in with the masses although it
wasn't done with the ease I'd imagined I had images of being dressed in Cath Kidston pinny skipping round the kitchen on a cloud of sweet puffs of icing sugar with my hair set into perfect curls with a snap of fingers and a screech of "whens dinner mum" reality hits home.. hard! I realise that the  kitchen Im working is now looking like a scene from shameless and I don't look like this...

But more like this......

So making cupcakes wasn't as glamorous as I'd hoped and although I felt like mumzilla when I was making them the end result wasn't bad, and my niece who celebrated first birthday with my master piece as the center piece of her party table and my sister who I'd really made them for was delighted. will I be making any more sometime soon not while reminiscence of the glitter is still making me see stars and the icing sugar is sticking my soul to the kitchen ,until the stress of the delicate butterfly shapes flutters away I think I'll stick to admiring everyone elses efforts and dreaming for a bigger kitchen with one of those lovely islands in the middle bigger than my actual kitchen now, I'm happy to sit in my floral pinny eating a cupcake that someone else has effortlessly created with a grin of "I could of made it but I didn't!"

Here's some I made earlier.. ;-)

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The Big splash.......

HI everyone, what an absolutely stinky few days, today I reached the peak of  rainy day blues my shoulders seem to be dropping like other parts of a middle aged woman, my frown was starting to hurt and I had that kind anger at the rain that you have when you'd just got a perm and left the hairdressers full of bounce and smiles when the biggest blackest cloud follows you down the road and decides its going to pee down! Enough was enough! time for

The Big Splash..

He leaps as if he's flyin through the sky

days of sunshine flash by

he rides on a rainbow suspended in time

the puddle and child partners in crime

Jumping with both feet without any fear

yellow wellies and a smile from ear to ear

He jumps and falls its done in a flash

today is the day for "The Big Splash"

back soon........

So today is the morning Of Willoughbys first time at pre- school, After months of the discussions and hopeful planting of the understanding that mummy is too big to come to, willoughby seems to understand and is very excited " any toys there?" he repeatedly asks! yes Willoughby lots of toys! I approached the day with my tiptoes whilst desperately trying to find a pair of female looking pants and was deliberating whether squeezing into a pair of dinosaur briefs was going to be at all possible but opting for a pair of bikini knickers instead as it seems the knicker nicker had been into my house at night or refering back to my laundry post that the helpful  laundry fairies had definately not been so helpful lately, Oh well!!!! I pack his little bag....

And wait.......... OK big build up and we approach the door to leave then of course he decides to do a poo- great thats two this morning surely this means less chance of him producing one for the lovely staff at his new preschool to change? not really a first date kind of job!!! we start our walk, willoughby is extra chatty, extra cute! he talks to me about the new born baby we met over the weekend " do you amemeber Baby Dude (Aka Jude)" yes darling I remember baby Jude" He goes on to to say " he very tiny!" "Yes he is" I reply" he finishes by adding " I not tiny I Giantmongous" hahaha Am feeling that his cuteness is helping the walk not seem so long and lessening my nerves. With Noddy in arms we walk on.....

we arrive to find the little hooks all in a row with all the names, and i attempt to try and point out which one is his and am instantly reminded of how mean people had said I was for giving him such a long name for when he gets to preschool and school it was going to be really tricky for him, of course I never dreamt the day would come. I popped his little slippers on him and after a quick gallop in the hall we were herded towards the room with lots of excited squeals  and some uncertainty , special snuggies and cuddlies hanging from little hands promising to provide all the comfort they might need in the absence of their mummy or daddy! Willoughby made a bee line for the table with the diggers placed in a tray of flour that he was sure to be wearing later. I decided that I would just leave- messing about or hanging on would only prolong mainly my nerves. " no Mummy I don't want you to go" Willoughby I will be back soon"I replyed trying to reassure him ,his voice  wrenching at my heart just a wee bit, I think the lady in charge was surprised to hear I was leaving so soon, maybe she'd be thinking "what a hard bitch", or "you can tell shes not a first time mum!" but to me it made sense ! I came home and completely out of character started cleaning and washing up, Then echos of people saying what are you going to do with your time..?????? hmmmm my time ..time... time ...Ah Thyme !!!what am I going to do with my Thyme? pick it of course and make chicken soup - why not! Then while I'm doing that I may as well think about the fact that willoughby is more than possibly going to be my last baby and I've just dropped him off in the care of someone else, the start of a new chapter, a journey! ooohhhh no and theres the tears!!!!!

comfortably numb....

Laying on a cloud of calm surrounded by a storm

Saturday morning for me this is the norm

paused in the moment comfortably numb

The whirl the buzz the hum

learning to hide away from the rain

in the shade of the umbrella of sane 

choosing my moment to duck and dive

the whirl the buzz the hum the hive

only protected by a lesson learnt

touch something hot get burnt

button the lips of words that scold

ignorance is brave, brave is bold

saturday morning i hide under the covers

the beds for solitude as well as for lovers

stay focused and the storm will pass

without feeding the fire the flames won't last

Paused in the moment comfortably numb

the whirl the buzz the hum.

There was an old woman........

I sometimes feel like this.......... :-/

The laundry Monster.........

Is there something wrong with me??? Strike don't answer! the laundry in my house is becoming viral  If I'm not careful it may well turn into a Laundry monster and suffocate me in my sleep

, I don't know what I expect, well I kind of do- I fantasize about little pixies and fairy folk coming out at night in their masses and tackling the laundry monster............

 attacking him with tiny knitting needles until he promises never to leave himself in perfectly placed baskets all over my house. Its never going to happen, it seems the fairies in my life are far more into feng shui and they just keep putting the laundry in places to allow the good energy to flow, well no good energy is flowing in fact no energy at all is flowing, I've even started to hide the washing in bags disguised as unusual art, but it doesn't work as I know what lurks inside them, and it has teenage dirty sock breath and is cloaked in clothes that no one recognizes anymore as they've been gone too long, I comfort myself in the fact that by the time I manage to get round to washing them i can wrap them up in pretty ribbons and pretend i've just brought everyone presents. I must face my illness head on and admit to the world.... I am CRAP! at keeping up with the laundry!

Today a star was born.......

Watch this........................

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ge7xvRRg900&feature=youtu.be

     

Thought I'd share this with you guys, most of the time Willoughby is reserved and a wee bit grumpy about attention- like his Daddy haha! but inside A star exists! no Darling husband that does not apply to you and your private moments with the mirror and hairbrush! :-D

Wish I was a tortoise today.....

Hi all, I've been lost for a while in a blog drought ,do you every get those days where you feel like youve got nothing worth saying? its not negative thing but just a comma  

    in time, at least it isn't a full stop! so here I am wishing I was a tortoise today, if only hibernation was an option! I'm so tired that I'm at the stage that I feel resentful of the dog how dare he lie there licking his bits- not that I'm resentful of that, that's not something I wish to do but I'm very resentful of him being able to lie down where ever he pleases only ever being bothered to open an eye when theres hope of someone dropping a crumb. can you imagine being a snail or tortoise and being able to pull your head in to your shell and only coming out if you feel like it. Its the Easter holidays which means my house is over run with boy like things with attitudes bigger than their personalities its amazing what they can find to argue about.

I'm off to hide in my shell -anyone got a nice cosy box ,low rent, no neighbours and its own veg patch?