Tuesday, 6 October 2009

It's Not Goodbye....more like Au Revoir

Things are getting a bit out of hand in the notSupermum household.  There are stacks of paperwork waiting to be dealt with and filed or binned; a growing heap of ironing that's so big it's threatening to take over the spare room, no, the whole house; a pile of unread books by my bedside; letters that need to be written; small DIY jobs waiting to be finished and Tess my wonderful greyhound needs two walks each day.

But instead of doing some of these things I'm spending my time - far too much of my time - blogging.  I'm an all or nothing type of gal, and at the moment it's all about blogging.  It's become an obsession rather than the hobby it started out as, and I'm spending hours browsing and reading blogs, writing comments and looking for ideas for blog posts.  It's all too much.

More importantly, my Dad is still in hospital and that involves daily visits; the Teenager-in-Waiting is sick and need attending to; and I'm in the midst of a major work issue which will involve me appearing at an employment hearing in the near future. 

All in all, it's a busy and quite stressful time right now.

So....something's gotta give, as they say, and I think it's going to be the blogging for a while at least.  So, it's au revoir - auf wiedersehen - bye for now.  But in the immortal words of Arnie, I'll be back!

British Mummy Bloggers NW meet at MOSI

Last Sunday I decided to go and meet some fellow bloggers.  Fellow North-west bloggers to be precise. 

Amy from And1moremeans4(who will have to change the title again when she gives birth to the latest addition) had arranged for Silver Cross to sponsor a meet and greet at the Manchester Museum of Science and Industry, or MOSI to its friends.

I arrived on time and made my way up to the Loft restaurant where the meet was being held, and started looking for likely looking people.  What do a group of bloggers look like?  In fact, what is the term for a group of bloggers?  A post of bloggers?  A web? I don't know, but anyway I recognised Sandy Calico straightaway from her blog photo and so I knew I was in the right place.

It was a bit odd meeting people who were not completely unknown to me, but were in effect strangers.  A bit like meeting a minor celebrity I imagine, you know details of their lives without ever having met. 

We had a nice lunch and a natter before Phil and Larissa from Silver Cross gave us the low down on their new range of prams and soft toys.  The soft toys were lovely, but I have to admit the prams were of little interest to me as I am thankfully past the baby stage.

I took a few photos and with permission from the individual bloggers I'm posting them on here.  Unfortunately, I managed to delete some - don't know how or when - but I clearly remember taking some photos that are no longer on the camera.  Sorry if you're not in these ones then.

A brand new 4 week old baby belonging to All Grown Up
(and yes, I got to hold her for a while!)

Josie, Ant and Kai from Sleep Is For The Weak

Kath, Stu and CJ from Parklover

Amy, Charlie, Jessica, Isabel, Emilia and baby Evelyn from And1moremeans4

Laura and her four blonde girls from The Wife of Bold
(plus CJ from Parklover)

Sandy from Baby Baby was there with her son Presley

Lindy from Squidgyboo was also there, as was Sally Whittle (Who's The Mummy) and her lovely daughter Flea.

It was great to meet everyone! 

Monday, 5 October 2009

Proof - if proof were needed - that I am indeed An Unfit Mother

The Teenager-in-waiting has been diagnosed with swine flu, and the Tall Daughter - who was sent home from school this morning - is also looking decidedly porcine.  I went to the hospital to collect the Tamiflu medication and was given strict instructions to confine the TiW to her bedroom until the most severe symptoms subside which could take up to five days.

Who said there were no good points to swine flu?

Anyway, the TiW was tucked up in bed with a drink, her mobile phone, the house phone (which has an intercom button on it), a box of tissues, and some magazines.  She also has her laptop, her music centre and a television with a DVD player.

But, horror of horrors, she doesn't have Sky TV in  her bedroom!! 

"...but Mum, I'm going to...like...miss my fave programmes..."

I'm not sure how I'm going to live with the guilt but I'll battle on.  I'm expecting a call from Social Services any minute.  The next 5 days are going to be hard, pray for me.

UPDATE - Even more proof that I'm An Unfit Mother:  the poor TiW is very poorly and really suffering with this horrible swine flu.  She really doesn't feel well, and I'm up and down the stairs every few minutes checking on her. I feel guilty now.  But then that is part of being a mum isn't it?