Almost daily diary!

Showing posts with label Mum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mum. Show all posts

Sunday, March 23, 2008

HAPPY EASTER...........happy families!

Introducing you to the final member of the family! This is Archer. Unlike his mate (neutered thank goodness, although the thought of fluffy bunnies is very appealing) he is a 'proper' bunny! A nice bunny shape with proper bunny ears. He has silky fur and is almost edible (not in the garlic and red wine sort of way!). Not that you should have favourites, but if you scroll down you can compare for yourselves!

We shall be visiting my mum today. You have met her before in my very first post. She lives with my step father, whom I have not written about and will 'brace myself' to do so in the future! Things could go either way today in my home town suburbia. Husband is tense already. Small Sprog was awake at 5.20am due to Easter egg excitement, and Tall Girl has had a bit of a strop too and it's only 10.48am. I am steeling myself to be positive, but sometimes ...if you can't beat them, join them........ (goes off shouting....)

And a happy Easter to you all!!

Monday, March 03, 2008

Shopping with mother

So switching mothers day went well. The flowers were reduced and the restaurants were empty. Well actually not actually a restaurant, more.....well really (god my life is so exciting), a garden centre.
My mothers idea of a good day out; shopping (the window sort, with no intention of purchasing anything, and it was bloody freezing today) and then lunch amid the polyanthus.
The shopping was in what was my 'old home town', which, I thought may prove interesting. A chance meeting with an old friend perhaps? I found myself looking at the faces of people and trying to decide if I had been at school with them. They all looked sooooooo OLD. No one recognised me either.
'Isn't it nice to relax?' she said as we walked along in a head on force ten from the Arctic, 'you need to relax after the sort of Mothers Day you've had!' I should never ring her to let off steam about the children.
It occurred to me that she thought this was what I really wanted to do. In which case, I wonder what she really would have chosen to do for her belated Mothers day?