When making up funny nicknames for your children..
A good few years ago now, my mum and special dad had taken Beth away for a few days to one of those campsites that all sane ppl avoid, you know the ones, with childrens entertainers!!!!!!!
So Beth is decked from head to toe in pink, with bunches in her hair, and a butterfly painted on her face, when she volunteers to go on stage and be part of the show. Mum and Alan sit beaming like proud grandparents. When it is Beths turn to talk the conversation went something like this....
Juicy Julian ( and yes folks that really was his name): So sweetheart whats your name?
Beth: Beth
JJ: and who are you here with?
B: My nana and grandad
JJ: and what do they call you?
B:Princess
JJ: and what does mummy call you?
B: The antichrist...
needless to say the ground did not open up and swallow my parents at that point, no matter how hard they wished, and no, I wasn't the most popular person on the planet for a little while after that.
Let this be a cautionary tale... no matter how cute they look, they are still children, thus capable of anything!!
Tuesday 28 June 2011
Children...
Small thoroughly inconvenient little things, that fill every gap in your heart, take over your world, and make sense of the nonsense.
I have 3...
Beth, a truly beautiful 13 year old who is considerably smarter than the average bear.She never ceases to amaze me with her knowledge of all things pointless, and sometimes bizarre ( she gets that from her grandad). The heart of a lion and courage to match, any man lucky enough to win her heart in future years will have his work cut out for him.
Amy...hmmmm what to say,8 years old, she has to be seen to be believed, a true english rose, but beware the thorns. Amy is fiercley loyal, incredibly affectionate, and a complete and utter airhead in all the best ways. She has a massive sense of right and wrong, and will fight for whatever she believes in. Can't wait to find a box big enough to lock her in before she hits her teenager years....or is that before her teenage years hit us?
Theo- lump... the nickname says it all. My baby boy, the most adored 4 year old in the universe, Mr I can do no wrong... to my sisters anyway. Theo is considerably bigger than the majority of boys his age, and when he runs into your legs, it feels like you have been steam rollered. Cute, and knows exactly how to use it to his advantage, and not above commenting on the young ladies "lumps" when they walk past him....
Oh dear god we're doomed........
So thats my life, they are my universe, the most awesome collection of creatures ever. Every day is an adventure, every week an exploration of the bizarre. Add to them some of the best friends a girl could ever have, My amazing family is complete, and growing stranger by the day.
I have 3...
Beth, a truly beautiful 13 year old who is considerably smarter than the average bear.She never ceases to amaze me with her knowledge of all things pointless, and sometimes bizarre ( she gets that from her grandad). The heart of a lion and courage to match, any man lucky enough to win her heart in future years will have his work cut out for him.
Amy...hmmmm what to say,8 years old, she has to be seen to be believed, a true english rose, but beware the thorns. Amy is fiercley loyal, incredibly affectionate, and a complete and utter airhead in all the best ways. She has a massive sense of right and wrong, and will fight for whatever she believes in. Can't wait to find a box big enough to lock her in before she hits her teenager years....or is that before her teenage years hit us?
Theo- lump... the nickname says it all. My baby boy, the most adored 4 year old in the universe, Mr I can do no wrong... to my sisters anyway. Theo is considerably bigger than the majority of boys his age, and when he runs into your legs, it feels like you have been steam rollered. Cute, and knows exactly how to use it to his advantage, and not above commenting on the young ladies "lumps" when they walk past him....
Oh dear god we're doomed........
So thats my life, they are my universe, the most awesome collection of creatures ever. Every day is an adventure, every week an exploration of the bizarre. Add to them some of the best friends a girl could ever have, My amazing family is complete, and growing stranger by the day.
Monday 27 June 2011
Sleep Apnoea........
The bane of my life, and I don't technically suffer from it, I am a victim by proxy......
My Partner of 16 years, husband of 12 however does, so does my 4 year old son. Its a cruel disorder that at best can be controlled by operations, or Constant Positive Air Pressure (CPAP) and at its worst can cause constant debillitating tiredness, severe depression, an inability to work and a general loss of quality of life for the sufferer. My son has the mild form, he has recently had his tonsils and adenoids removed in a bid to "cure" him, My husband has the severe form, he has no energy to enjoy our 3 gorgeous children, he is an amazingly intelligent man, but feels he may as well be dead, to the extent he has talked about it.
Sleep Apnoea takes on a few forms and while i won't bore you with science, anyone with an interest can check it out here:
http://www.sleep-apnoea-trust.org/
To us it means we can never plan anything, a day ahead is a day too far. My husband cannot commit to being able to help anyone, take the children anywhere, visit anyone or even do things for himself. Thats not to say he doesn't want to... he physically can't, the debilitating tiredness, inability to concentrate, loss of mental focus, and depression it brings with it, often bring our lives to a grinding halt. The children are learning to deal with it, Beth now knows that if daddy says no to something, its not because he doesn't love her, or doesn't want to do things with her, but that he fears for her safety. The younger 2 are learning, Amy still hurts, but then she is a sensitive soul. Theo on the other hand seems to feel an affinity with daddy that has existed since his birth.
My husband now has to renew his driving license on a yearly basis, the fate of his independance resting in the hands of someone he has never met.Our priorities when younger now mean that only he can drive, as we decided that if one of us had to learn, it should be him, as we live in a rural community, as things stand at present it will be a very very long time before we have the financial stability for me to learn.
Finances.....now theres the laughable part, We have our pride, as long as I am able I will work to support my family and provide them with everything they need to have a good life, but we are both aware there may come a day when this has to stop, thankfully each passing day makes that less likely as the kids become more independant.
There are days when I go into work with visible bruising, I can state categorically my husband has never once attempted to harm me, while he is awake..... asleep his parasomnias mean that he is neither aware, nor able to control his sleeping self, his "other" self. This is the self who will be verbally agressive toward me, and on occassion the kids, if caught at the wrong time, he can also lash out. Each of these episodes breaks my husbands heart when he wakes up and finds out.
I may talk further about apnoea at some other point, but I wanted to make an introduction and create an awareness, to show everyone what it is like to suffer, by proxy.
My Partner of 16 years, husband of 12 however does, so does my 4 year old son. Its a cruel disorder that at best can be controlled by operations, or Constant Positive Air Pressure (CPAP) and at its worst can cause constant debillitating tiredness, severe depression, an inability to work and a general loss of quality of life for the sufferer. My son has the mild form, he has recently had his tonsils and adenoids removed in a bid to "cure" him, My husband has the severe form, he has no energy to enjoy our 3 gorgeous children, he is an amazingly intelligent man, but feels he may as well be dead, to the extent he has talked about it.
Sleep Apnoea takes on a few forms and while i won't bore you with science, anyone with an interest can check it out here:
http://www.sleep-apnoea-trust.org/
To us it means we can never plan anything, a day ahead is a day too far. My husband cannot commit to being able to help anyone, take the children anywhere, visit anyone or even do things for himself. Thats not to say he doesn't want to... he physically can't, the debilitating tiredness, inability to concentrate, loss of mental focus, and depression it brings with it, often bring our lives to a grinding halt. The children are learning to deal with it, Beth now knows that if daddy says no to something, its not because he doesn't love her, or doesn't want to do things with her, but that he fears for her safety. The younger 2 are learning, Amy still hurts, but then she is a sensitive soul. Theo on the other hand seems to feel an affinity with daddy that has existed since his birth.
My husband now has to renew his driving license on a yearly basis, the fate of his independance resting in the hands of someone he has never met.Our priorities when younger now mean that only he can drive, as we decided that if one of us had to learn, it should be him, as we live in a rural community, as things stand at present it will be a very very long time before we have the financial stability for me to learn.
Finances.....now theres the laughable part, We have our pride, as long as I am able I will work to support my family and provide them with everything they need to have a good life, but we are both aware there may come a day when this has to stop, thankfully each passing day makes that less likely as the kids become more independant.
There are days when I go into work with visible bruising, I can state categorically my husband has never once attempted to harm me, while he is awake..... asleep his parasomnias mean that he is neither aware, nor able to control his sleeping self, his "other" self. This is the self who will be verbally agressive toward me, and on occassion the kids, if caught at the wrong time, he can also lash out. Each of these episodes breaks my husbands heart when he wakes up and finds out.
I may talk further about apnoea at some other point, but I wanted to make an introduction and create an awareness, to show everyone what it is like to suffer, by proxy.
Glastonmuddy festival!!!
Hi to anyone who just happened upon this, my first attempt at a blog...
My name is Shells, I live in somerset with my husband and our 3 Kids Beth who is 13, Amy 8 and Theo 4. More about them another day.
Theo and I have just returned from a trip to town, nothing special just a bit of fresh air, now as anyone who has watched the tv over the last few days will know, last weekend was Glastonbury festival, what you may not know is that it is actually held in a small village called Pilton... not in the legendary town itself.. I live about 5 mins drive from there. It amazed me somewhat that this morning when heading out for the school run there was a huge queue of traffic on the main road near my house ( this is somerset, main road is just a term for something that has 2 lanes of traffic!!). What is more amazing is that 4 hours later, that queue is still there. While it causes minor inconvenience to us, it amused Theo no end, as all the people sat in their cars in the stationery traffic decided to speak to him as we walked along, one mud covered young lady even called him cute, to which he replied "yup". I hope she and all the other mudmonsters heading home today a safe and uneventful journey, and there may even be a small pat of me that will miss the colourul characters lighting up our town, but yes I like many other locals will be just a little greatful for the break next year!.
My name is Shells, I live in somerset with my husband and our 3 Kids Beth who is 13, Amy 8 and Theo 4. More about them another day.
Theo and I have just returned from a trip to town, nothing special just a bit of fresh air, now as anyone who has watched the tv over the last few days will know, last weekend was Glastonbury festival, what you may not know is that it is actually held in a small village called Pilton... not in the legendary town itself.. I live about 5 mins drive from there. It amazed me somewhat that this morning when heading out for the school run there was a huge queue of traffic on the main road near my house ( this is somerset, main road is just a term for something that has 2 lanes of traffic!!). What is more amazing is that 4 hours later, that queue is still there. While it causes minor inconvenience to us, it amused Theo no end, as all the people sat in their cars in the stationery traffic decided to speak to him as we walked along, one mud covered young lady even called him cute, to which he replied "yup". I hope she and all the other mudmonsters heading home today a safe and uneventful journey, and there may even be a small pat of me that will miss the colourul characters lighting up our town, but yes I like many other locals will be just a little greatful for the break next year!.
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