Thursday, October 09, 2014

Sorry my son knocked your daughter out...

The 4 year old has been at school full-time for the last 2 weeks. And it has been a bit of a rollercoaster. Either he's struggling with the whole day and is overtired, or is struggling with having to behave all day for his teachers, but he's been a little monster for me. If you live near me you'd recognise me as I'm the harassed one dragging a little boy to and from school by his arm, with him screaming blue murder. It's all fun fun fun!
 
The worst thing he did last week? Well, he knocked a little girl out! She's a friend's daughter and we walk to school and back with them. Apparently they were racing, and she was winning, so he pushed her. So hard she was knocked out!! How on earth do you deal with that?! She was fine, only out for a few seconds, but imagine if I wasn't friends with her mum! Luckily he seems to be behaving in school, I haven't been called in yet, so I'm hoping it's just a phase. But it's so wearing, and it makes me feel like a terrible mother. He can be so loving and adorable one minute, and a demon child the next!
 
And the 7 year old is playing up too. He was such a swot in school last year, got everything right, now he's not bothered. I know he can do it, he just can't be arsed. I don't know what's changed, but I don't need 2 kids giving me grief!
 
I might just go back to work and give a child-minder all my money until bedtime so I don't need to see them at all!

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

Mobile manners

What is it these days with people being surgically attached to their mobiles? Is it really so important to see the latest photos your mate has put up on facebook or read a tweet a celebrity has posted? Recently, I was at a birthday party. It was a football party, and the kids had a "coach" who was supposed to train them and watch over a game. This in reality entailed him standing in the corner checking his mobile obsessively while the kids just ran around. The boys who didn't play often didn't really know what to do while the ones who were on a team ran rings round them. He barely looked up. Even when one boy got smacked in the face with a ball and ended up with a massive nosebleed.
 
It was the same in the supermarket the other day. Someone who was supposed to be working there doing something with the shelves, was having a phone call to their mate while someone who wanted help to find something just stood there like an idiot. I suppose you can't do much about the ignorant people walking along the street texting obliviously while everyone else leaps into the road to avoid them, but I do object to people who are being paid for something spending the time on their phone. They are at work, why are they on their phones?! At another party I went to all the parents were on their phones, and the staff who were supposed to be supervising the party were too.
 
We need to make a stand against this deference to a piece of metal and start bloody living our lives again. Talk to each other face to face, instead of posting updates online for your friends to read! I find myself doing that, I update something then tell my friends the same story when I see them and then I think "they already know this". Even people at gigs these days don't just enjoy the music and have a dance. They are too busy holding their phones up over their heads trying to record the gig, ending up with a rubbish film of a midget singing a long way away and lots of other hands in front of them. Lighters yes, mobiles no.
 
Down with mobiles!!
 
Nb. but in good mobile news I got my iphone unlocked and can now tweet and update facebook while I'm walking to the shops or on the school run :)

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Technical difficulties...

Crikey, there are so many ways to contact companies these days it makes my head hurt. Firstly this week I have been dealing with British Gas who cocked up about something. I emailed them, then moaned about them on twitter. Within hours the twitter team had resolved my problem, they were brilliant, I didn't even tweet them directly, they just picked up on the mention. Which is probably their job. I am still waiting for a reply to my email, and hilariously was sent a survey about the response to my email. You can imagine how I filled that one in!

Then today. I inherited an iPhone off a family member who died. I was loathe to use it until recently when my old phone started cutting calls off every time my ear went anywhere near the screen. I was on the same network so I thought it wouldn't be too hard. Queue a long afternoon. I went online to talk to the "O2 guru" and thought I'd resolved the problem. Then realised I hadn't. Turns out the phone is locked to O2 Ireland which isn't the same, so I had to go to them and start all over again. A nice Irish man seems to have understood what I was telling him and claims it will be unlocked in 2 days. We shall see.
 
Both times I dealt with the companies online, I'm not paying for a phone call or to spend my afternoon in a queue waiting to be answered somewhere in India. My problems were resolved, but oftentimes I wonder if the person at the other end is actually reading my messages, I spent a lot of time rehashing the same thing, and only on the 4th person am I a little bit confident they have sorted it. Twitter is the best forum to get problems sorted quickly, I contact our water board, electricity board, and gas board straight on there and don't bother using any other means of contact anymore. Explaining your problem in 140 characters can be challenging though. And I suspect as more people twig the service will get busier and less useful,  but shh, don't tell anyone!

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Being a parent...

When you have kids these things start to happen:
 
1. When the sun is out you are ridiculously happy that you can get the washing out to dry.
2. At 3pm every day of the week, it will rain. Just in time to pick the kids up.
3. You are happy for 3 hours of peace every evening once the kids are in bed. Though you don't do anything with the time, just mong on the sofa drinking tea or wine if things are that bad.
4. You are no longer squeamish about bodily functions, and can have a long debate about poo.
5. You barely look in the mirror anymore, live in jeans, and are lucky if you leave the house with brushed hair.
6. You can only concentrate long enough for about half an episode of Bargain Hunt, just enough to see how much money they made or lost. You thank the powers that be for recordable tv.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Selfies...

Lots of my friends are posting pics of themselves on Facebook without make-up for cancer awareness. Along with lots of horrified comments about how they look. I would be more horrified if I was asked to take a photo with make-up on. I'm 40 soon and have never mastered anything other than a bit of old mascara and lip gloss. I also fail at heels, skirts and hair. I am a failure as a lady.

Oh and another thing - arsonists!

So me saying I had nothing to blog about was a big fat lie. Since we moved, the park down the road was a bit run down so we never took the kids. Then recently they rebuilt all the play area, and added a skate park. There is supposed to be a new café too soon. It opened 3 weeks ago, and was really cool, the kids loved it. We went after school last Friday, it was lovely in the sunshine, full of happy kids. Then the next morning I get a text...
 
Some bloody scumbags burnt it down the same evening!!
 
How do you explain to a 4 year old that the park he was in the day before is no longer there? And why do people do these things?! All the kids were heartbroken. Luckily the council say they are going to replace it, with gates and extra security - which begs the question why this wasn't done before they fitted the expensive play equipment? Hopefully it won't happen again but you can't stop some people.

Agaton Sax!

For years and years, I've been trying to remember a series of books I used to read in our local library about a detective. I tried googling what I could remember with no success. Then the other day the boy who tried to have me and his dad killed off was talking about school - they're looking at Quentin Blake's work - and he couldn't remember one of the authors they had been talking about who Blake illustrated for. So I got on the net, and on one page there were some books Blake had illustrated years ago - about a detective. Agaton Sax!!!! Of course! Now I just have to try and get hold of them, they seem quite hard to get hold of. But at least I know what I'm looking for now!
 
So the boy is useful sometimes...

Windows and pushy salesmen...

We're getting new windows and doors soon, am very excited, our current ones are crap. But of course it wasn't a smooth process being us! I arranged 3 appointments - one with a big company, two with local companies, and we said that we'd listen to them all before we decided. The big company was first through the door, and he convinced us so much that we signed up with him straightaway! Ridiculous. It all seemed ok until I went online - and it turned out everything the salesman had told us was basically a lie! How did he sucker us in?
 
Firstly, he quoted a massive price which nobody would ever pay. Then did a whole spiel about a new promotion and the company wanted 5 houses in the area to use as advertising for the new products and luckily - luckily! - we were eligible. Then he knocked 12 grand off the price. Then when we still didn't look convinced he rang his boss who confirmed that the promotion was still valid and he then knocked another 3 grand off. So in all the price has gone down a lot and it sounds great. He says all they want is a few photos and a board outside for a few days, and this deal is a one off, just for us, we'd never get the same price elsewhere. BUT we had to sign that evening or it was gone.
 
I know, I know, after the event you can see how stupid we were. But he really sold it, and told me a friend who had recommended them would get £50 if I filled a form in with her details. He even said "go and get as many quotes as you like, waste all your evenings, you'll never get a better deal."
 
So, the next night we had one of the local companies round as I thought we might as well speak to him. He was absolutely lovely, took half the time, and said "I won't bother you now with prices, I'll email you tomorrow so you don't feel pressured". The quote when it came was £5 different to the "you'll never get an equivalent quote" from the other company, and for a better front door.
 
Needless to say, we cancelled the first company and are going with the lovely local one. I am just so angry, how can they lie so easily to every customer? I looked at the recommendation card, and in the small print, it said it wasn't valid if an order had already been placed, so that was also a lie. His "never be matched" price was a lie. The timescale was a lie - he said they could do it super quickly just for us due to the promotion. The other company are doing it the same week. And they do the "promotion" sell to every customer looking at online reviews. Also, after telling us the price was "rock bottom, they wouldn't make a profit" on it, when I phoned to cancel the man said "well we can talk about the price if you like and get it down a bit". Really?!
 
Hopefully we'll learn for next time, but we always get suckered! Luckily cancelling was easy, got my deposit back without an argument, they must do that a lot...

Tall tales...

My eldest is a very clever boy, always makes me proud at report time, and I have no concerns about his schoolwork. But recently I have had cause to wonder about his behaviour...
 
I was called in after school, and told that the boy had told his dinner lady that when he was 3 (he's now 7) his parents were stabbed to death by burglars, and he was now in foster care. The dinner lady was obviously disturbed by this, and when she told his teacher she said, "well I'm sure I saw his mum this morning!" but they called me in to discuss it. First off the boy denied all knowledge, said that the dinner lady had got the wrong boy, and he was SO convincing. It didn't sound like him so I thought he was probably telling the truth. 2 hours later at home, of crying and saying "why don't you believe me, you're my mum!", the little sod admitted it! I was shocked!
 
So he had to apologise to his teacher and his dinner lady. Little sod. But what if they had taken it seriously, and thought we were abusing him or something so he wished we were dead?! I am a bit worried about how clever and convincing he is - he's got to channel it into something productive like writing horror stories, or acting, before he goes to the dark side completely!
 
And I always said I wouldn't be one of those mums who think their little angels could never do anything wrong - that's a lesson and a half for me!

To blog or not to blog...

Well, my attempt to write more regularly is going swimmingly. I think I feel that now I don't work I have less to write about that is interesting, who cares about school runs and scary school mums? Actually, I do, so someone else might! My friend today said she really likes reading my facebook comments and I should do a blog or something, and I thought how much I miss ranting online! Updating twitter and facebook isn't the same really. So I'll blog about what interests me, and at least I've got it out of my system. Starting with a corker of a tale...

Friday, January 17, 2014

Months go by...


Blimey, I haven't posted for a while have I?! Lots has being going on, we still have the dog amazingly, lots of decorating has gone on, and lots of buying accessories for the kitchen!
 
And my inappropriate relative made the best (well worst) comment last time we saw her. She walked in and within seconds had told me that she was due on and the dog could smell it on her, and that's why he was jumping up at her. So many awful images were created, and I wish I had said something like "how could you be so stupid AND disgusting?" Yuck.
 
I've infiltrated the school mums and they are all really nice, and we even had a night out, and a lunch out. Moving was definitely the right move!

I'll try and post properly soon, before a year is out hopefully!

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

A very grown up 6 year old

My eldest was still going to his old school for a few weeks after we moved, as changing schools is very complicated. Then at 2pm before they broke up for half term I got a phone call asking if he could start at the local school after half term. So I had to ring his old school and tell them he was leaving that day so he could say goodbye to everyone he had known since nursery. I was really worried how he would take it, but he was SO grown up about it bless him! He said goodbye, I got some flowers for his teacher, and that was it. After half-term he went to his new school and was absolutely fine. He looked a bit worried when we left him on the first day, but apart from that, it was like he had always gone there. I think kids deal with change better than we do!
 
His new school is lovely, it has lots of outdoor space which his old one didn't, actual grass and everything! He seems to have less homework but he's ok with that! I haven't managed to make friends with any mums yet, it's quite bizarre, the parents stand all over the playground in random groups so when the kids are let out it takes the teacher a while to spot the parents, some of whom are right at the other side of the playground. So I have no idea who is in the same class, but I'm hoping when the youngest starts at nursery in September I might meet someone to talk to!

Life in Essex

So I must be finally becoming assimilated into being an Essex mum! I found myself shouting at another mum outside the youngest ones pre-school this morning. Go me! But she had it coming. Why? Let me tell you...
 
The school has a teeny tiny car park, so parking is often a tight squeeze. She parks right in the middle of the car park blocking everyone in and no-one else can get in or out. She swans into school pushing everyone else out of the way, and then she'll take forever to get back to her car, and then sits texting for a good while. Everyone has to wait till she's finished, like no-one else has anywhere to be.
 
This morning she was doing the same. Even though there were 3 parking spaces, but nobody could get to them as she was parked in the way. Finally I managed to park, with difficulty. I got my boy out of the car and then she decided to move her car. She reversed over the pavement and nearly took us out. Which was the final straw. I gave her a mouthful about her driving and she just looked at me and drove off. I really hope she complains about me to the school, then I'll tell them exactly why I shouted at her! Stupid self-centred woman.

A lot has gone on...

So since I last wrote, we moved house, got the boys into the local school, and less than 2 weeks after we moved we got a puppy. So life has been a bit mental. Though I love our new house, it's like it was made for us and we are so much happier here. I finally have my big kitchen, and although it smells a bit doggy it's still lovely! Having a puppy (Archie the bulldog) has been very trying, I never really thought it through - that although it was the other half's dream I'd be doing all the looking after! I would have given him away in the first couple of weeks but now we're getting there, and the kids love him (when he isn't nipping them).
 
The main difference with this house and our old one is that I actually find myself actually sitting relaxing and doing sod all! Our old house always needed something doing, or maybe it was me, couldn't relax and always had to be doing something. Now we sit out in the garden listening to the birds in the forest at the back, and go for nice long walks in the forest when it's nice. We don't have to listen to sirens every 5 minutes or drunk people staggering past. I don't know why we didn't do it years ago. And the funny thing is, I wouldn't have even looked at this house if the estate agent hadn't suggested it.
 
Oh, we also had our first car crash! Woo! A farmer in a pick-up truck took the back of the car out at about 5 miles per hour, which is ridiculous. But it could have been a lot worse, and he admitted it all and it's all fixed now.
 
And now we have moved we actually have more money, the house was more expensive than our old one, but the mortgage is cheaper! So for the first time in about 7 years I have some new clothes and we can treat the boys to things like ice creams which we never could before. It's all good, fingers crossed I haven't cursed it all now!