Friday, 25 May 2007

My Addiction

All the major grocery stores I shop at are now selling reusable shopping bags. They are trying to encourage more eco-friendly shopping habits, and I applaud their efforts.

I am also giving them my money, because I can't seem to stop buying reusable shopping bags for myself. They are so pretty! And fun to carry! And colourful! I am building my collection slowly, but I am really in the market for some non-branded bags, with cool and funky designs. I want to look hip and interesting as I walk around town with my shopping hanging off of the buggy.

Now, if I could only remember to bring them with me when I leave the house....

Friday, 11 May 2007

The beginning of the End

My youngest is interested in food. She is 4 months old, and has started snatching spoons out of my hand and greedily shoving them into her own mouth. Today she was happily sucking on my apple for several minutes (Why can I never finish an apple on my own? But that's a rant for another day).

So, I'm going to wean her. I didn't want to start this young, even though this is about the same age as when I weaned the other two. I just wanted her to stay a baby for longer, you know? Sadly, she has other ideas about that.

I'm feeling bittersweet about this moment. I mean, sure, it's exciting to watch her grow and develop and turn into a wonderful little person. Of course it is! But, I know how fast kids grow up, and I wanted to savour the baby moments for a little longer. Once she starts eating solids, she'll be crawling and walking and talking and potty trained and at school and then moving out.

It's all downhill from here. I'm a little sad about it.

Tuesday, 8 May 2007

Bad Mummy! Bad, Bad!

My poor little Baby. She's really getting the short end of the stick recently. Our daily schedule revolves around the school run for Oldest Child and playgroups for Middle Child. Baby's naps are constantly being disturbed by this. She can't sleep properly in the buggy or carseat, and gets very grizzly as a result. In the afternoons, when Middle Child is getting a few hours' nap, the baby needs a longer one. She didn't get to sleep this afternoon until about 40 minutes before we had to leave to pick up Oldest.

She turned into a dribbling mess this evening, and as soon as I picked her up for a feed, her eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out. She's been asleep for about an hour now, and if left undisturbed, she would sleep for another hour at least. However! Husband rang, and needs a lift from the station tonight. So I'm going to have to disturb Baby's sleep again.

It's a shame. I feel so bad for her. I'm forced to disturb her sleep constantly. Poor, sleepy baby.

Friday, 4 May 2007

Wednesday, 2 May 2007

Come here for tips on embarassing yourself

Want to know how to feel like the biggest loser on the entire planet?

Yesterday, I had some errands to run after picking up Oldest Child from nursery school. I usually prefer running errands during the mornings, when I only have two kids in tow and before Middle Child needs his nap. I took them to playgroup instead, so I ran out of time. As I dashed out the door, I grabbed my bank cards to buy petrol and groceries.

Cut to Sainsbury's petrol station, wherein I put £10 worth of petrol in the tank, and attempted to pay for it with an expired bank card. I had a second card (my husband's) but that, too, was expired. I have no cash on me. No alternate form of payment. I'm standing at the front, with loads of people queuing up and paying next to me, and I have to fill in paperwork and exchange my soul as collateral so I can run home and get money.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life! That's saying a lot, since countless people have seen my bum and hoo-hoo during pregnancy and childbirth. Maybe it wouldn't have been so embarrassing if I had filled the tank up all the way -- as it stood, I looked like the poor woman who couldn't afford to pay a tenner for her petrol. gah.

After signing the paperwork, I dragged my poor kids back home again, located my working bank card, drove to a bank to withdraw cash (I was not attempting a card payment at that station again!), and paid for the petrol.

Next time I need to run errands, I'm making the husband do it.