Xstitch Dreaming

You have to laugh! DD and I had to go to the doctors and when we finished there wasn't time to go home and then go out again to get the boys from school but it was way too early to pick them up. So I decided as DD was a little angel at the doctors that I would treat her to a visit to her favourite place in the world "Claire's Accessories".
To the uninitiated Claire's is a girly shop selling hair clips, some make-up, handbags, purses, and cheap kids type jewellery beads, bangles and the like. DD has made it her mission in life to visit the shop as often as possible. She always picks up a basket from the door and the Manageress greats her each time with a cheery "How is my favourite customer today" so she is well known!
We had a lovely time browsing, DD got herself a couple of necklaces one was bright and I mean BRIGHT metallic pink beads and the other her first chain type necklace (her preference being for shiny beads I think she was a magpie in a previous life ). We also got a birthday present for a girl at DD and DS#2's pre-school who has a party on Saturday which DS#2 will attend and I got some hair stuff.
Of course after this we had to get something for the boys so we went a couple of doors down to Woolworths as the boys had been eyeing up Spiderman3 stuff with a glazed look in their eyes DD decided that the Spiderman3 stuff wasn't good enough (to be fair they had sold alot since we last went) and so we had to check all the toys out- naturally. Eventually we settled on matchbox car models of Cars (Disney pixar film) toys. DD decided that DS#1 could have Lightening McQueen and Sally (maybe DD thinks it is about time DS#1 had a girlfriend as DS#2 has plenty of them), DS#2 was alloted Mater and Doc. We then had a mad rush to get to school on time
School run went as normal and when we got home DD presented the boys with their presents. Lots of package ripping enthusiasm and playing followed with plenty of sound effects from all 3 kids and some lovely sharing going on until DS#1 and DS#2 decided to see if they threw the cars out of the window would they bounce back up to them! So after approxiamately 10 minutes playing they had their new toys confiscated until the weekend.
I think that has to be a record but cannot figure out whether it means the boys are especially naughty or I am especially mean!

DS#1 is in a football club. He enjoys it and the club went on an organised trip to see the Fulham vs Blackburn match last Saturday. As Hubby is away I asked who he wanted to go with and the vote went to Dandan (my dad). The package included pre-match training with a Fulham coach and a little gift package (meal voucher, guide and a couple of bits and bobs). The coach that took the training was one of the womens team coaches and after they had their little training session she had a chat with the kids asking them who they wanted to play like when they grew older. So all these kids were piping up with Wayne Rooney, Steven Gerrard etc and when she came round to DS this is what happened;

Coach "DS what about you, are you going to play football when you are older?"
DS "Hmmm well I don't think football is where my strength lies, My strong point is Science so I am going to be an astronaut"
Coach "Oh Ok" moves hurriedly on to next child

Dad "So you want to be an astronaut?"
DS "Yes and I am going to the moon and live there"
Dad "That's good and if you take some bread you will have lots of sandwiches as the moon is made of cheese isn't it?"
DS "That's right and I am never coming back to Earth again"
Dad "Oh ok but what if you run out of bread?"
DS (obviously thinking hard about this) "Well I suppose I could come back once a year at Easter then I could get my easter eggs as well"
Dad (trying not to laugh) "Ok that sounds a plan"
DS "Oh no I would have to come home twice a year cos I would have to come home at christmas for my presents"

DS#2 has decided he wants to be on X Factor and has been auditioning for us all with the Kaiser Cheifs "Ruby" and so of course DD not to be outdone had to sing a song she made up as she went along too.

Sometimes I think if I write down all these things they get up to I could make a killing making a book out of it all.

Will I make it? I have spent the past 5 weeks sick with worry and cannot seem to switch it off. I suppose the problem is I am a born worrier, I worry about everything and I can't help it even mid worry I think to myself "this is stupid it is so unlikely to happen it is not worth worrying about" but I still worry about it anyhow.
I am- of course- worrying about hubby. Not a day has passed yet where I haven't thought about him and where he is and what may happen. I find my mind running through scenario's of what I will do what I will say if I get that knock on the door and then I laugh at myself and tell myself to stop until the next time at least.
I try to control the worrying and minimise it by having a plan and how stupid is that? I may have a list of Do this first then this then blah blah blah but how likely am I actually to follow it if it does happen? Very pretty unlikely I reckon.
Why isn't there an anti-worry pill? Wouldn't that be great or would it? Would having your worry pharmaceuticaly removed change you? Maybe the fact that I care about things so deeply and worry about my family and friends so much and so often makes me who I am. Maybe without my worry I would not be as nice a person.
Sigh what a depressing post but better out than in I suppose

Most people would think well 15 minutes to half an hour depending on the distance involved or 45 mins if like me you have to travel 2 miles there and 2 miles back and have one school finishing at 3pm and one at 3.15pm. But not over an hour definately not an hour and a half you would think!

2.45pm set off from home usual time which gives me time to park at eldests school anbd walk across the road to the pre-school.
2.48pm back in the house as DD decided then was the time to change her nappy and refused to get in the car.
2.55pm finally in the car and on the way to the school running late.
3.10pm finally got DS no2 as ended up in the back of the queue but DD having a tantrum and refusing to move.
3.15pm finally got DD moving by force (ie picked her up and carried her wriggling a screaming blue murder)
3.20pm DD calms down and asks to walk and then promptly sits on a bench and refuses to budge. I lose patience and walk off shouting "byeee" which usually gets her running after me this time she had such a good audience she sat there and bawled instantly awarding me worse mother in the school.
3.25pm got her sorted and walking for her to fall over TWICE!
3.35pm finally stopped the crying and got her moving again and DS no 2 decided to stick his finger in a hole in the metal guards to prevent people driving their cars onto the school pavement and lawns.
3.45pm after frantic tuggin pulling crying (DS not me honest) and visions of fire brigade ambulances and god knows who being called managed to wrnech the finger free amid dramatic "I am going to die of my finger sticking" sobs!
3.48pm get to the classroom over half an hour late to find DS no1 gone to the office.
3.50pm walk past the metal guard again amid dire warnings that if he puts his finger in it again i will leave him until tomorrow to get eldest from the office.
3.52pm Finally get all three children in the car and start the drive home
4.00pm Home to find DS no 2 has left his folder "somewhere" which has a book in it. The book is bigger than the folder so pages sticking out, expensive, new and DD's so have to go back for it in case it rains!
4.06pm Get back to school to find folder and book in playground run back to the car in a bit of a mood (just a bit)
4.10pm Start the drive home again!
4.17pm Finally arrive home for the evening and tell the kids to go upstairs if they value their lives!

I thought I would catch up with blogland and have been flummoxed at the first hurdle! I thought I would read Confessions of a Sports fan but when I click on it I get a big black screen with a picture of Alan Johnstone on it. If I proceed to click on that I get directed to the BBC site and the story about his disappearance. So AJ sorry mate I tried!
On the subject of Alan Johnstone there is a little something that has been bothering me about it all. I am disgusted that he has been snatched and have prayed for his safe return but the news coverage has had me grinding my teeth. I understand he works for the BBC so in essense is considered a colleague of all the journo's but it has irritated me that there has been more coverage of his disappearance on days when we have lost service personnel then coverage of said losses. I don't begrudge him or his family all the news coverage in the world in the hopes it helps get him back but the sacrifices of the forces seem all the more inconsequential to the general public by comparison.
Right off to see if I am able to read other blogs then and get some sleep!

Just loaded up a new album - Fergie; The Dutchess (who obviously cannot spell rofl) - onto i-Tunes and then made sure it was all in one file. I keep finding any album that has even one song featuring another artist on it gets split into 2 or more folders or even worse gets chucked into compilations so I can't find it on the Ipod. After doing this as I have with loads of my albums I plugged the Ipod in to update it and it said "can't find xxx song" and I found that every song and every album I have moved is now listed as "Cannot find" and not on the Ipod!!
As I had no clue how to "find" all the songs at once I just had to re-find each song individually. They were all there I just had to change the path as I had moved them so instead of them being their original C://mycomputer/i-tunes/compliations they were C://mycomputer/i-tunes/Fergie (for example) and it took ages!
Now listening to my top listed tracks and it is once again reminding me how eclectic my music taste is I have gone from Aerosmith, to Blackeyed peas, to Eminem, to Dido, to Mika, to Pink and so on.I don't think I know another person with such a wide varying taste in music as I do. I am not overly keen on pop but love rock, indie, R&B, rap, classical, reaggae all kinds so I guess I really ama weirdo!

I am most annoyed! After having 3 kids I increased size by 3 dress sizes so one per kid I guess! Along with this came an increase in an already not small bust size. Hubby not bothered about the weight gain and ecstatic about the boob gain men! so not too worried about it but need to start shifting it as I am getting fed up being this big.
Any-how I have lost some weight recently god knows how as I haven't been to the gym for ages (must start that again) and I have gone down one dress size FAB very happy but I was expecting with the losing weight I would also start decreasing in bra size but no I have gone up even further! I am now thinking well if I lose the further 2 sizes and get back to where I want to be I am going to closely resemble Dolly Parton or even worse Jordan
How is this fair? I was quite happy with my pre-children size in all aspects. I have never been a stick insect and have always been curvy and I am used to not being able to wear cetain clothes as I simply cannot go without a bra as many of my friends can but this is ridiculous!
I am sure my hubby will be delighted he was worried about me losing weight in case I lost my boobs the pervert lol! All I can see though is me looking like a freak and having problems standing up straight

So easter is over, the weather has decided it is August and my morning's of lying in bed and ignoring the kids for an extra 15 mins are gone! Why is it I know the first day back is coming and am well aware that I have to get clothes sorted and bags found and PE Kits washed but spend the morning of the first day doing it all? I did actually get the PE kit's sorted out in advance but was busing hunting down uniforms and ironing (God I hate ironing) this morning while getting back into the "eat your breakfast/brush you teeth/ get dressed" routine whilst running around trying to get things done and not be late!
The boys are happy to be back my 4 year old has been moaning about wanting to go to school for over a week now and madam had a complete tantrum as she didn't go back today but roll on tomorrow all three in school WOOHOOO.

I am still in a mooching mood at the moment as I am missing hubby so much I just cannot seem to concentrate on anything else. I am even off chocolate and that is terrible!

Oh something humurous for you! my 4 year old has decided to compete for the families Drama Queen award. He faces stiff competition from his sister but this yesterday has him as temporary DQ LOL
On seeing his brother had a small scratch with an incy wincy tiny bit of blood he came out with;

"You are going to die from bleeding, I can't believe my own brother is going to die" followed by much fake sobbing pmsl

Take care blog world catch you later

We (the UK) lost another soldier in Afghanistan yesterday We had gone about a month since last losing any-one over there and this was the first one lost since Hubby went over. So again the feelings of guilt start the first thing you do when you hear a soldier has been killed is read reports and see if you can find any further details. Then you heave a huge sigh of relief when you realise it is not your loved one's regiment and so he is safe.
Then straight away you feel terrible, how can you be so happy when some-one has lost there life? When a group of people are suffering the worst having lost their husband/wife/son/daughter? It is one of the things I hate the worse about being left behind I have a terrible guilt complex as it is and this cuts me every time. I know it is natural we care for our own first but sometimes it feels as though you are celebrating the fact some-one else has died.
RIP all our fallen heroes and god be with all the families left behind who are struggling to go on without them.

LOL sorry all I am a terrible diary keeper I will go great guns for ages then forget all about it! Though to be fair I have been horrendously busy.
DH is in Afghanistan, he went for his 8 month tour about a month ago and then a couple of weeks ago I got some great news from him. A posting (temporary job basically) at Warminster instructing soldiers on the new radio system that he applied for and really wanted HE GOT This means he only does 4 month in Afghanistan as it starts in August *picture me running around like a loon with a huge grin on my face* We don't know when exactly he will get back but it will be alot earlier than planned so it is fantastic news.
On the downside this does mean we have to move AGAIN! and I have to organise school's for both boys as younger DS starts school in september and a pre-school for DD who has just started one here. I can't do any of that until I have an address and am a little worried about it all as obviously I need an address before the end of summer term and knowing the way the housing peeps work I am not sure they can get me one that quick!

As to other things it is all mooching along really. DS no1 has been doing football this year and kind of enjoying it though it doesn't help that the kid in his class that he doesn't get on with goes to the same footy club. DS loves the training but is not as keen on the matches and he doesn't really run! Seriously all these other 6 and 7 year olds are bombing around the pitch chasing the ball and there is my son- I kid you not- SKIPPING along DH and I have decided trying him in a judo group after we move as we think it will help his confidence a bit more and maybe it will help him settle in at another new school.

DS no2 is great he is a happy little guy nothing fazes him and he is by far the most popular kid in his pre-school. It is a rare weekend that he doesn't have a birthday party to go to it is costing me a bomb in presents lol. I had his before school chat with his key worker and like eldest son he is very bright, and fairly advanced for his age which is great but as madam seems quite a bright spark too I am dreading how much Uni is going to cost us already!

DD is DD normal cheeky little madam. Spoilt rotten by every-one and truly believeing that she is the queen of the world. Thankfully she has stopped the lets see what this looks like spread all over the floor trials she carried out with the washing up liquid and clothes washing liquid. But since going to see a friend and experiencing my friend's 7 yr old daughters attempt at make up it has now been lets see what this looks like on my face!

The business is slow slow slow and I now I need to get out there and promote it a bit more but I don't have the drive at the moment. I have got another site stocking the designs now so that's something.

To close a couple of pics for you hope to speak to you all soon

Some recent stitching;

Man of the match;

Mad mad mad DS no2 with a post sweet removal pinata;

The Make-up!