At least when the kids were toddlers you could shove them in bed at 7pm and, apart from several middleofthenight shout outs, they'd largely remain there till some un-godly early hour when they decided it was morning.
Fast forward to the teenage years and all routine goes out of the window. They seem to suddenly come alive around 9pm and finally decide to embark on whatever task you've been nagging them to do since 4pm. REALLY LOUDLY. And it seems that 10.30pm is the optimum time to have a shower. With loud music on. And singing. And who doesn't want a late night snack when the house has been locked up, the alarm is set and all the lights are out?
The other half has taken to wearing ear plugs in bed. So if there's a fire in the middle of the night night he's probably fucked.
The mornings however are a different story. They've obviously got hold of Neil's ear plug stash because they don't hear a bloody thing. No amount of shouting and banging seems to rouse them. I'm beyond bored of hearing myself say that it's time to get up. It's like REALLY time to get up. Will you just P L E A S E get out of bed. YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE! JUST GET OUT OF BLOODY BED NOW!!!!!
Matters have not been helped by the fact that I'm allowing the youngest to stay up and watch I'm A Celebrity. Every night. Because he can't possibly be the only kid at school who doesn't know what's going on in the jungle can he?
Is it nearly Christmas?
....it was mostly GREY...
....with a splash of colour at the weekend cos it was my birthday.
I'm feeling very old but as my friend just pointed out, getting old is better than the alternative. Wise words indeed.
It's chucking it down. And it's bloody freezing. And dark. And I don't have a holiday booked. Guess my mood.
Folktale week was mucho fun. I managed all but one...cos Saturday was a very busy day for the charity I'm involved with...and...well..."mirror"?!...
Also this week I stuck to the daily prompts for Folktale Week....
This week the lovely Marie featured me on Print and Pattern. Yaaayyy! Go have a nose...
I'm jumping on the bandwagon and doing Folktale Week on instagram. Well....I've done one day. No promises for the rest....
Dear Blog
I keep forgetting to add new pics.
I just put them on insta instead and forget that you exist.
Soz.
Love Dawn x
JimNextDoor is having his drive done. This means that all week there has been an endless stream of diggers, lorries and massive trucks at the end of our drive, totally blocking us in. Yesterday the youngest needed something he had forgotten dropping off at school. (10 empty envelopes in case you're wondering. That is a whole different story and one I don't have time to tell right now.) There was a flatbed truck and a digger on top of a massive trailer at the end of our drive. I just couldn't face asking the arsey and very bloody grumpy builders to move. AGAIN. So I walked! It's only 1.1 miles each way so it wasn't like running a marathon or anything. But still! 2.2 miles in the pissy wet Yorkshire drizzle was preferable to the palava of getting them to shift.
I have no idea how long this construction work is going to go on for but I'm guessing it could take a while cos the lazy sods seem to spend most of their time sitting in their lorry having a cuppa...yay.
It's scarf weather again in Yorkshire. Scarf season lasts around 7 months here so it's lucky I have a vast selection. Worn inside and outside the house cos even though I have the heating on full whack all day every day I'm still always bloody freezing.
Here's the full alphabet together.
If I was a whizz biz entrepreneur I'd be getting flashcards and posters and shit printed up and I'd be flogging the arse off them everywhere you looked.
But I'm not.
So that's the end of that.
Well. I made it to the end. With a bit of cheating on the final letters cos no woodland words worth drawing start with X or Z.
Yay me.
Think I'll start on an advent now.
Jokes.
