Monday 22 June 2009

I have moved ... no really ... I have moved

I have moved to http://www.arewenearlythereyetmummy.com/

So what are you waiting for? ... come on over, have a mooch around, play with my roly poly tag cloud and make yourself at home.

If everyone could update blogrolls, follow mes and any mention of Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy? via social media info etc etc etc, I'd be eternally grateful.

Monday 1 June 2009

I'm here but I'm not - news of the great unveiling

I'm not really here.

I'm at Teacher Friend Mother of Three's caravan in the Yorkshire Dales with the 3 and 4 year old. Facebook Wife Mother of One is coming too.

The husband is clicking 'publish post' for me in my absence.

We are more than likely splashing about in the stream which runs along the side of 'the van' and although we are only here for 24 hours I have packed enough clothes for a week. Last night we probably toasted marshmellows and drank lashings of wine before cramming ourselves and the six children into cupboards, drawers and shower cubicles to sleep.

Anyway. I've had a major facelift ... well not personally that would take a LOT of money but you know what I mean. I just wanted to warn you all, I wouldn't want you to tune in and think you'd gone to the wrong place.

http://arewenearlythereyetmummy.com

The husband has spent an AWFUL lot of time and effort creating the new site. It's all a bit sparkly with a hint of fandangled jiggerypokery. I'm very proud of him and what he's achieved and I hope you'll like it too. There are a few tweaks still to make, but he has tons of other 'paid' stuff to do, so there we have it in all it's glory. If everyone could update blogrolls, follow mes and any mention of AWNTYM via social media info etc etc etc, I'd be eternally grateful.

Anyway I'll be back shortly with tales of 'how many pairs of pants/shorts/t-shirts/socks a small child can go through in one 24 hour period at the van' ... as well as how many people can comfortably sleep in a 2 bedroomed static caravan.

I'm thinking 9 isn't the magic number.

Shaddap your face ...

Things the husband has said to me ...

... last week

Him looking at me - "It's no wonder our children are schizophrenic"

... this week

Me - "You'll miss me tomorrow night when I'm not here. You'll weep into your pillow"

Him - "Only if that ironing still isn't done"

Things the 4 year old has said to me this week

"You have a hairy front bottom"

"This is the worst day of my life ... EVER"

Words the 4 year old has got wrong whilst singing this week ...

"Dancing Queen, young and sweet only tangerine"

May the drowning dreams commence ...

For some reason the schools in our village have two weeks at half term. Great for the kids, not so great for parents who have to work and juggle childcare. To add further pressure one half of the OAP childminding duo is in hospital having an operation.

The husband was in charge today. This morning as I was leaving for the office, the glorious sun was beating down and I suggested the husband bob to Tesco or Argos and get one of those cheap little paddling pools for the kids to mess around in whilst he tried to do some work. Off they went.

At lunchtime I sent a text asking if the kids were enjoying their paddling pool.

His reply 'we won't have to worry about swimming lessons' just made me roll my eyes to the heavens.

This is what greeted me when I got home ...

Man lust had taken over. Why buy a cheap little paddling pool when you can have a vast swimming pool?

Does anybody else have tales of man lust taking over?