Two little girls sat in the bath

1: “when I grow up im going to be in a fairytale, like a princess in a story. Im going to have a horse, who will be white and have long hair..on his head, i think but as well on his back. I think I will have lots of long dresses and  live in a castle.

2: ‘me too’

1: ‘Im going to have lots of chocolate, the sort that mummy likes and *whispers* that she doesn’t let us have

2: ‘me too’

1: ‘My friends will all want to come and live in my castle and I will have lots of dogs’

2: ‘me too’

1: ‘I might let you come and visit me you know, if you are nice and are  a princess?’

2: *silence*

1: ‘what do you want to do? what do you want to be?’

2: *silence*

1: ‘do you want to be a princess?’

2: ‘no. i want to be a body!’

🙂

This season I am in right now is the highest of high crazy and i seem to be unable to sit down for a few minutes or 20 to write on my blog. I am always a little in awe of people who manage to write so often and get posts edited an up all the time.

Im not sure if its that they can just formulate their thoughts a lot quicker than me or if they are less anal about the images they post. I am. I know it. I edit every single image that goes onto my blog and that takes time. I also wont post something im not happy with…so sometimes a post doesnt get written because i dont have the right image for it.

I guess images are important to me.

The time i write is at night generally when the kids are in bed and with our older ones going to bed later and later that time seems to be getting smaller and smaller..I dont need a whole lot of sleep but i do need sleep and generally i try and cut off by midnight because i get up at 6 and i think 6 hours sleep is the minimum really. (for me anyhow)

Ive tried writing in the day and its just too hard. If the kids are not sitting on the arm of the chair asking me questions then they are quiet somewhere and with toddlers we all know what that means!!

This week though my littlest has lost her daytime playmate to school and so the chance of writing in the day often looks like this….

I did try and in the end i gave up!

When is the best time for you to write?

It has turned so cold. Like the calender flicked to september and someone just turned off the summer. I was hoping, praying for a bit of Indian summer lovely. Where the return of school  was heralded with many more warm afternoons after school in the garden with ice-pops.

But no. It disappeared. Leaving us with a bewilderingly low temperatures and fingers hovering near the over-ride button the central heating. Its like we had our fair share of sun over the summer months and there is no more chances at a top up.

I know people do love the autumn, the falling leaves, crisp mornings and long walks wrapped up in gloves and scarfs. I can even relate a little to that but i think since these past nearly 11 years of having children any love affair i had with autumn has sort of fallen to the way side.

A few of those reasons could be:

• refusing to wear coats, gloves, scarfs, long sleeve tops, shoes, wellies…
• determined to wear summer dresses, flip flops. sparkly thin strapped nonsense that parade themselves as shoes, the most thin cardigan in the world and declare ‘i have a jumper on!’ on the coldest day of the year so far!
• Running and sliding on leaves which are wet..and slippy..and falling inevitably. One of those situations where the joy you gain in ‘being right’ is quickly eclipsed by the realisation that its you that has to take them to the 2 hours wait in the drop in centre for a twisted knee.
• the rain. the rain. the rain.
• Colds..and im not talking temperatures…germ filled children everywhere you turn. It turns september and you can go out and every other child has those shiny, green trails down their noses.  *shudder*
• Cold feet!
• Lost gloves, hats, scarfs……insert any winter type garment that you lovingly buy that then gets discarded within 60 seconds.

Things are just harder in cold weather, every outing involves intense negotiation, battle grounds and a small trailer of extra wear.

I think there was a time when, i too, used to love autumn. A great excuse to cuddle up on the sofa with a huge cuppa and watch a movie from under a duvet. Now….cuddling up on the sofa means a full scale war over who has the fluffyest bit of the blanket, a foot to the groin and biscuit crumbs descending silently to the forgotten wasteland that is ‘down the sofa’

Not to mention the fight over what to actually watch on the TV…which can take years and a full UN peace treaty to resolve!

So a reluctant hello to autumn. I will agree you are pretty with your colours and your moods. You get rid of the evil that is a wasp. There was once a time when you and i were friends..but then my world became inhabited with small opinionated, clothing averse people…and..

well…

just so that we are straight..

I’d like summer back.

Me, the kids and my sanity miss it.

😉