5 Going on 50

I have the displeasure at this particular time of having a 5 year old that is going on to the ripe age of 50.  He knows everything and seems to think the world should only be revolving around when he wants something and when he wants to do something.  Leaving B and I in slight despair at his actions.  Every request made to Master 5 is met with resistance, stomping of feet and just flat out rudeness.  Leaving me pondering why people have such a stink about punishing their child. There has been times where i have thought 'if anyone else spoke to me the way Master 5 did, i don't think i would of hesitated in either giving them a tap or kicking them out of my home'.  But as a parent we must politely tell them that their behaviour is not acceptable and continue to love and cherish the world in which they thrive.  Problem with this is that Master 5 is the eldest.  He has another very impressionable Master 3 and Miss 1.5 to follow and repeat his footsteps.  So not only do we now incur Master 5 bad behaviour but we also encounter the other two trying it out for s&^ts and giggles.  Leaving B and I somewhat at the point of contemplating if locking them in a cupboard or leaving them on someones doorstep would be a good idea.  I pose the question to myself every day before i arise 'what will i have to deal with today?'.  Master 5 never fails to show his 'unacceptable' side.  Even as I type i can hear Master 5 rustling through the fridge even though i have already told him twice 'NO'.  This now gives me no choice but to sign off for now and start threatening violence.  Wish me luck.

Loyalty - Really Now?

For the last few weeks i have been subjected to continual random inbox messages to my FB page from B family member asking queries on if i am friends in the 'real' world as well as the world of FB.  Leading me to feel that perhaps this person maybe fishing for information or an argument.  I have apprehensively answered the queries only to eventually be bombarded with the typical 'why are you being so short with me, and i know its not my imagination' so i was left yet again to justify why i am friends or have added someone to my FB profile and then proceed to have to give a spiel on why i should be allowed to do it....  Not a nice feeling.  Then last night.. Oh my gosh.  Eldest child was attending his first sleepover with his other kindy friend so down one child, B and I were hoping for a nice, pleasant, relaxing night. How wrong could that be. No sooner had my status been updated that i receive yet another inbox message with her telling me that B and I should be loyal to her and not a certain other person she has issues with. Oh my gosh again i recite along with a few profanities.  How childish could this mid 30 year old be.. Really.  Upon consultation and a few long moments of myself ranting and raving like a loony to B, B proceeds to seize the moment and tell his family member how completely pathetic and sad she was being.  Said family member refuses to answer telephone and blocks calls repeatedly, and then has the nerve to text B telling him she wont answer her phone. This immediately gets both B and my back up as we prefer to tackle these issues either in person or whereby one person can hear the other person speaking and then it can rule out all possible excuses for why things where taken a certain way etc etc.

So, what are we to do? This person continually has a stick up their behind and we can guarantee without fail that each week at the end of the week she will proceed to pick a fight. She for some god only unknown reason comes to me?? What is up with that? I do not know, I am not blood related so really anything i do should have no affect on her.  B solution is to play her own game and publicly voice on FB on her page exactly what he thinks.  She then proceeds to delete and complain on his page that he is being the pathetic immature one. This coming from a woman who is telling us over 30's who we can and can't be friends with.  B then manages to get her on the telephone. She during the course of the quite loud argument with B claims if I am not happy with someone and i delete them from FB i should stay bitter and twisted forever and that I shouldn't be changing my mind. Oh really, coming from the woman who is continually pissed and angry at someone but then a day later is pretending nothing has happened.

So this black duck has officially done and dusted with this pathetic, double standard, fat, pregnant bitch. She has officially abused us for the last time ever and I will from now on be wiping my hands and i really do hope when her child comes along in 7 months time and she is sitting at home all sad and lonely and still moaning about how everything is everyone Else's fault, well i hope she wakes up to herself and realises that maybe, just maybe something may be her fault and that she is the reason why she is all alone......

Then i hope she wakes up and realises who is she to judge anyone, who is she to tell people who they can and can't be friends with, who is she to be having a baby, a poor innocent baby, whom she has no idea who the father is.

Perhaps then, she'll realise, perhaps, that counting to ten before you speak is really the best lesson she should of, could of learnt.

Disconnection of Emotion

I have been pondering all day what I could possibly write on my blog that sounds both witty, intelligent, from the heart and about something that has gotten up my nose of late, well, then that is even more entertaining.

But truth is, I am that pumped up on legal uppers at the moment, I don't think I am capable of getting cross or even thinking angry (unless party plan is mentioned of course, but even then that is more a thought of 'Oh for goodness sake, not more bloody pastics'.)

So back to angry and emotions, where was I. Okay brief re-read and back on track we go.

I am currently on that many legal uppers I technically should not be able to wipe the smile of my face and should be nothing but little miss sunshine.  Nearly true.

Firstly, I take an anti-depressant to help deal with certain OCD issues, anxiety and just a little bit of depression thrown in (upper drug).  Since the birth of middle child I have become a lover of coffee. Before middle child I could not stand the smell of coffee let alone it touching my lips to be consumed (upper drug easily administered and often) a few too many of these during the day and i am naturally buzzing come afternoon and evenings. Then of late i have declared war on the baby fat that has built up on my limbs, from having 3 children in 4 years.  After discussion with a wonderful bulk billing doctor it turns out he has given me yet another upper which is the equivalent to speed. This i was not aware of until the second day of consuming when i realised come lunch time, tablets taken, too many coffees consumed and I was off my nut. I was buzzing like a bee collecting pollen. The world was rushing around me, my legs and arms were moving continuously and i was breaking out in to song every so often.  My family needless to say were looking at me quite peculiar and i am sure the neighbours were wondering if i was auditioning as back up singer for Lady Gaga or Kings of Leon...

I then realised that the speed was giving me a huge injection of happiness however it was overriding the anti-depressant and triggering anxiety followed by OCD of cleaning..

So here i ponder to myself, what is the good of taking all, if one is counteracting the other? Should I still take one or should i continue as is?

With 3 children is it really all that bad that i have become OCD with cleaning, that I don't get angry or have any emotion other than a calm, relaxed, clean, laid back manner?

Should I be concerned the only thing i really feel is a chronic restless, nervous energy pulsating through my blood?

Perhaps i should use this energy for the greater good?! I could run relays for charity. I could clean little old people's houses. I could become a something useful. I could, I could... I am sure there is a lot i could do with this energy but i just can't think right now as, as seems to be the 'thing' i have continually thoughts, ideas running like a freight train through my brain with no fat controller to stop it and am not able to get back on the correct train line to continue on my daily ramble (at this moment).

With this i have lost my train of thought and must bid you adieu!

Battle of the Party Plan

So, if you have read my previous blogs you would know there is a party plan overload at present.  The overload has turned in to a war....

We have plastics V's adult toys and woman's makeup etc (these I shall call Ad and Av).  It started on a cold wet windy night oh hang on, that's a different story.  Back to the childish high school antics.

This little black duck snapped over the Easter break and said enough is enough. NO MORE SHOVING PLASTICS DOWN MY THROAT.  The appropriate plastics Manager was contacted and made aware this black duck was not happy and completely over the forceful sales technique being issued on us poor individuals. Said Manager fixed situation. Only left FB to conquer. Plastics had 3 different pages with the same messages including other supporting plastics posting continually. This normally would not worry me if the silly buggers could spell correctly. But having to read the same words incorrect on at least 5 walls really forced this black duck to hold tongue and negotiate delicately with new plastics the proper etiquette.  This however did not seem to get through to plastics and i was then forced to use the dumb blond card. 'You having so many pages is confusing me and making my head spin.' Plastics soon got the message and then proceeded to make changes completely. Hopefully saving the rest of FB civilisation from 50 messages or more a day.  The plot however does thicken quiet funnily.

This black duck has decided to part take in a little money on the side venture with Av.  However i have refrained from shoving it down every ones throats and have subtly worked my way in to obtaining orders from potential clients.  I have ensured my FB page is free of Av garbage and dedicated a group which anyone can join and I can post as free as i want (very smart i do think on my part). Back to the story and enough tooting my own horn for now.

I arrived at eldest childs school this afternoon and plastics plus their support crew were seated with potential clients (friends who are now part of the sick of plastics crew).  Plastics armed with their catalogues etc trying their best to keep conversation on plastics until a tiny little voice from the sick crew pipes up about adult toys (Ad) catalogue and wanting to obtain one through me as i am friends with Ad. The discussion then proceeded to pull sick crew away from plastics conversation on to Av and Ad.  The look on plastics face that the world wasn't revolving around them was priceless. 

I chuckled to myself all the way home and proceeded to ring Ad to update the scenario in which we had a good giggle again.

If only plastics knew really how childish and school like they were being.  Its plastics for god sakes.  Perhaps change catalogues a tad more regularly and more crew would be interested.  Perhaps posting every few minutes is not the answer and they may have to in fact get off their behinds and find their own clientele.  Likely? I think not.

I think a line was today drawn in which plastics became officially annoyed that the world wasn't revolving around them and a war has officially begun.  Will keep you posted on what the next move is.

Bazooee, over and out.

Freedom of Speech

I find it completely amazing how my life is allowed to be broadcast to all, but when something is written about those close to me about recollections of the past, it is only allowed as long as its funny and amusing however when i write about something from the heart from my total perspective i am issued a notice from the family to remove it as it does not conform with how someone wants to be perceived  i.e. not in the light they think they should be perceived as.  I have found as time has passed certain people now beleive the lies they have told and forgotten the truth or they can not accept the truth and prefer to live in the Isle of Denial.

I suggest people should look in their own back yard, take note on how much they bitch and gossip and shut up.  Sometimes people should try listening to what others say around them as i certainly know i am not the only one with feelings that have been voiced.

I am the boss of me and declare from this moment on:

I am glad to say recent events are a sharp reminder of why i am where i am and happy to be away from others. Am officially wiping hands of other peoples negativity. I am who i am. Suck it up or piss off!

The Harmful Effects of Gossip

All too often I hear and feel the harmful damage that unnecessary gossip (no gossip is needed really) has on people including myself.  I wonder where the sanctity of secrets and talking in confidence have gone.  Too often i hear and have said 'Hey don't tell anyone because i promised i wouldn't say anything but .....' without thinking about the impact and burden it may have on the person the information is being told too and the person who is being talked about.  Woman are dreadful for gossiping and it is in our human genetic makeup i think, that has us telling a good story we've been told or heard to the next person. 

Some small useless gossip is harmless however all gossip is retold to another over and over making it in to something larger than life and eventually reaches back to the person(s) it is pertaining too.  This can cause drastic over exaggeration, major additions and changes to facts that aren't related, needed or true.  Some gossip is just plain dumb. Who really wants to gossip about 'he said she said'.

Why promise not to tell then tell?
What does the gossiper really have to gain?
Friendship - nope as it shows the person they are gossiping too that the other person can't be trusted with personal facts.
Respect - again nope. 
Attention - yes, they gain 15 minutes of fame. Only problem is this attention can backfire substantially and have serious repercussions. Such as they are busted on exaggerating the truth, may tell a lie to get the 15 minutes and may be unable to hold or remember the lie for future recall.

I am one of these annoying people that if i hear idle gossip i approach the person direct and confront them instead of believing every word of the gossip and getting more and more upset, offended or just outright angry.  Whether the person has the balls to tell the truth is up to them, however by confronting someone direct and not passing on the idle gossip causes the Chinese whisper to cease immediately.  By confronting the person direct as well it lets them know that someone they have entrusted with a secret has squealed like a pig and then it is up to them on if they wish to continue a friendship.  I have at least been truthful instead of continuing gossip.

I experienced today this situation.

I was told by B that someone had told someone that certain things had been said to someone who was a sister of B close friend.  As soon as B explained what was said alarm bells rang.  It was originally me that had casually mentioned it as the someone had asked the questions, however the person i had said it too then proceeded to blow it all out of proportion and try to create unnecessary trouble between myself, B, B's close friend and her sister.  My immediate reaction was to ring B's friend and explain truthfully how it was my fault as i had touched on the subjects with the person and did not realise the person would switch the words up and go running back to other people, intentionally causing trouble.  The person did originally say she would find out direct from the sister however i told her best not as it is not an issue.

The only conclusion we could all draw was this person is considerable bored with their life and must meddle to create a drama. This is very sad and i sincerely hope this person soon realises what happens when persistent meddling is created and hope they one day wake up and realise they have no friends, no support and are severely left out of the loop as no one trusts said person.  For this I am bitterly disappointed and will never as long as i exist trust any information the person says or confide in the person about future events.

So, next time you consider gossiping and spreading gossip amongst friends, ensure you can be ready to handle the backlash when busted. Please consider how the other person you gossip to feels, how the person the gossip relates too will feel when discovering the deception.  The place yourself in their shoes and imagine how you would feel if you could not trust anyone with your closest secrets.  How you would feel if your deepest secret was spread like wild fire.

Aaaahh

Is the day over? Today has been action packed with frivolous money spending, over indulgence in business production and continual whinging of 4 children.

Man v Woman

If you are female you all too well know the vast differences between males and females.  However, if you are male you simply scratch your head in wonder, not quite sure what the hell is going on.  So here's the differences I see all too often in my house.

My house consists of B and myself, both around the age of 30. Two masters, 5 and 2. One little miss aged 1.2.

Let's start this comparison from somewhere between 5am and 6am.  I start the day waking to children, B hears children and proceeds to ensure he roles on to good ear so as to block out children.  This also happens throughout the night depending what time, statistically higher chance of B awaking to children if he is asleep in bed before midnight, statistics show B, if asleep on couch, is completely deaf unless the smell of food reaches his nose. The morning then progresses to myself changing nappies, dressing children, getting breakfast, doing dishes, making bed and finally finishing off my dead cold coffee around 9am.  B morning consists of farting before climbing out of bed, making coffee, hiding outside chain smoking, morning crap for at least 10 minutes, make another coffee, more smokes then possibly assist in making children's breakfast.  The day for B usually consists then of napping on lounge (not currently working), playing computer games with kids and maybe a chore.  My day consists of house work, cold coffee's, cleaning up after B and children and sneaking off for some food uninterrupted. B kindly offers to let me put master 2 down for midday nap and if my mind is not ticking over too much with things to do today, tomorrow and later in the week I too get to catch up on sleep.  The evenings consist of B using every cooking appliance, utensil available to make tea followed by rinsing and dumping the dishes and resting in front of TV.  Meanwhile, I, clean again, bath and dress children and battle putting them to bed and reading, according to the children, numerous tales of naughty animals, dinosaurs, Cat in the Hat tongue twisters.  Then we have peace and quiet, by which stage I retreat to bed in preparation of a busy night.  The night consists of B sleeping, me waking every couple of hours to deal with night terrors, lost dummies, sensitive souls wanting their mum to lay with them.  So i wonder how men complain they have such a tough life when us woman do next to everything. 
I say goodnight and an hour later i am in bed (in that time i have cleaned something, checked on kids, locked doors, checked windows, turned off all the lights that B has left on) B says goodnight and is asleep within minutes.

Bloody Party Plan

My friends have overdosed me on party plan and i am at the point if i hear anyone mention it i may actually snap and admit myself to the psych unit. Sad thing is i started the trend with a plastics party. AArrrrggghhhh, unfortunately my friends have been caught in my crossfire but there comes a point when enough is enough. We do things out of sympathy, we do things caught in the moment, we do things not thinking about the budget next week. Unfortunately i have fallen victim to all. Now the latest is if i don't cancel within 7 days i still have to pay for it, whether i can afford it or not. To my disgust i am now in a bullied situation where if i don't dig the money from nowhere land then i can not longer purchase anything with said plastic company.  Silly thing is i told them it was cancelled within the required time, it was the host who failed (unconfirmed) to tell the demonstrator within the time frame.  So this has spurred me on to take further action and fully voice to certain people how i really think.  Will keep you posted.

Disturbing A Waking Child

So, my husband has cracked it at me. Why i hear you ask? Because our eldest woke up with night terrors last night and all he (the husband, who i shall refer to as B) could do was yell at him.  Now if B bothered to pay close attention to what the eldest was screaming out he might hear that he was raving about all the bad, unfair choices that had been made against him all day and the torment he was obviously feeling from our older (master 9) that is staying with us (refer to blog posted last night).  Even as I sit here now i can hear him being silently toremented by master 9 and B taking master 9 side. Master 9 i have found is a very sly, slightly nasty little boy that takes great pride in being nasty to my eldest. Anyway, back to last night. I tell B to stop yelling. He then proceeds to tell me that he needs to wake up eldest, not prepared to pay attention to the fact eldest is becoming more frightened by the yelling.  A few swear words are yelled at B who then proceeds to storm of like a baby yelling 'Its not my fault'. To which my reply was, yes it is as he is talking about you and master 9 and that you have to stop yelling at them during the day and actually listen to what they are saying.  Needless to say this went down like a lead boot and i was left to deal with the situation.  Night terrors done and dusted within 5 mins.  All it took was someone to listen and console.

Dumping of Responsibility

I had the experience recently of being dumped with a friends child (one of four) all for the search of her finding her 'potential' partner who happens to live over 4 hours away (never mind she has an eight week old  baby of yet another different partner who never sees the kid as he is just too dangerous)... Never mind that Easter is approaching and all she can think off is how to get a bit. I was deeply annoyed that the child was forced upon us and I was continually hounded to take the child as he needs a break. Never mind I have three children quite young of my own to contend with and all i can think of doing when i have a break for a day is sleeping and catching up on some well earned zzzzz's.  I am unsure what to think of the situation and found the three days the person was here quite hard. It made me realise that even though I may be clucky, hearing a new born baby crying makes me instantly feel like running, that my own kids are good kids and I am quite lucky they go to bed early and that they are polite and would never say anything disrespectful to another human quite as much as what has been suffered the last few days.  I had another friend come stay around Christmas and she also found smoking and drinking out the back of my house was far more important that caring for her two children (she did have a third but had walked out on it in QLD as it became too difficult to handle).  Yet this woman had the balls to then proceed to have ago at me for having a 'snooty' attitude after i had taken her in, fed her and her kids and been her house slave for a few weeks. One word comes to mind however i have promised myself that any rude words will be contained in my brain and not on paper. So back to the first person, i received a message mid afternoon saying 'wish me luck' however not a sign of how is my kid doing etc etc... I wonder where the priorities lie there.  I am sure it is not only me that thinks of checking on their child when they have been placed somewhere they don't know and so far away from me. I worry when my kids are only around the road at school... Mmmmm... maybe i am just to protective. My husband claims i am simply too much of a nit picker. Better that than a laid back, chain smoking, alcoholic parent that lets and leaves their kid anywhere.