full moons and horror children!

Is it a full moon???? please tell me it is a full moon...

I took a very ratty mr 3.5 out for a drive this afternoon to try and break the naughty cycle... so off we putt (litterally at the moment because our pick up truck is having a few health issues of late) and we pull up at the bakery (because my child needs more sugar after trick or treating for hours last night)... as i am getting the horror child out of the car, he leans into my arm, which for a second made me go 'awww, my precious.... OMFG!!! WTF CHILD!?! he leant into my arm so it could catch his snot laden sneeze... I wanted to drop and roll... why are children so disgusting???

So we walk into the bakery and 3.5 puts his grotty nose up against the glass, which i am praying the girl behind the counter didn't notice and I could also pretend it did not happen... but just then, my little monster topped his two snot incidences by pulling up his shirt, putting his hands down the front of his pants and going the scratch....


THAT WAS IT....


I grabbed his little hand, hauled him back into the truck, turned the music up loud enough to muffle his crying and chugged on home...

so please god, let it be a full moon when i look out tonight, for then i can believe that this will not happen again tomorrow....

baking cookies (or is that burning?)

There is a super-mum out there, who not only has time to keep her house immaculate, but cooks fresh, nutritious meals every night AND keeps a fabulous blog for would be domestic goddesses... my polar opposite i hear you say? yes mam!

So mr 3.5 came up to me this afternoon and said 'i'm so happy to be having a day home with my mummy', a statement that i am convinced was meant to manipulate me rather than compliment me, but i melted into a big pile of mummy goo all the same... and somehow those (hang on, counting) 12 little words made me slap on an apron and tackle a cookie recipe concocted and photographed by (above mentioned) 'super mum' (check it out at http://superorganizer.blogspot.com/2009/10/sugar-cookies.html)

I would like to pass on some valuable advice to anyone who intends to try this recipe...

1. icing sugar may LOOK like flour, but it doesn't work in a biscuit recipe (yes, one batch in the bin)
2. when the recipe suggests a pinch of salt, it's best you check which grinder you pick up before grinding straight into the bowl (this batch survived because i highly doubt anyone will taste the pepper... will they?)
3. don't let your child break the egg STRAIGHT into the mixture... unless you're going for that slightly 'crunchy' texture

i'm sure you're all keen to see the outcome....

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see that one in the bottom right hand corner, mr 3.5 said it was 'so yummy mummy'... so i have to say, overall, the cookies were a success :-)

bloggerty blog blog

This is the first time I've ever started a blog and if my track record of keeping a diary is anything to go by, it may be my last entry!

I am a single mother, eyelash technician, social butterfly, function coordinating, facebook addict with an overactive imagination and a penchance for starting new businesses and registering domain names I will never use. I guess the short terminology for what I am would be master procrastinator!

So Mr 3.5 (thank you chrissy) is a product of good luck, rather than good management. As I sit here writing this, he is glued to an episode of the Jetsons, eating chicken nuggets that i heated in the microwave, with a good dollop of tomato sauce on the side... that covers at least four of the food groups in my mind... grains (bread crumbs), protein (chicken), fruit/veg (tomato sauce), radio active goodness (cooking method). furthermore, he is drinking water with his dinner because that is all he is allowed after 4pm and he will put his plate in the sink when he is done because.... hmmm... actually, is this because it is good manners to do so or because i'm lazy? we'll get back to that later k :-)

So today we took a trip to the doctors and mr 3.5 informed the entire waiting room of three vital pieces of information:

1. he had an itchy CRACK... yes, my child used the word crack in reference to his backside!

2. pooh bear has a penis! which, while technically correct, inappropriate!

3. Mummy is waiting to see the doctor to find out what is wrong with her head... thanks son :-/

There are very few people in my life that have left me speachless, my son manages to have that effect on me daily...

So I'm going to get going now and spend some QT with mr 3.5 who incidentally just spilt his water all over my lounge... suggestion to all parents and would be parents... or anyone who knows anyone else with little sprogs who may breach the parrimetre of your property... SCOTCHGUARD YOUR LOUNGE!!!