Friday, 12 August 2016

Seven Quick Takes, Episode 18: Oh wait, that's right, I have a blog

Haaaappy Friday, Internets!

In no particular order...

1. I turned 30 this week. In my head, I've been "about" 30 for at least two years, so it wasn't too traumatic. I spent most of the day throwing up, but my mummy made me a birthday cake, so it was a proper birthday all the same :-)
(N.B. This is not, I repeat not, a pregnancy announcement. We just all had a rather nasty tummy bug this week).

2. You all enjoy stories told using rubbish Paint stickmen, right?

So now:

Yes, my children inspect our rubbish, and I now have to HIDE THINGS IN THE BIN. Not because I'm ashamed, but because I just can't face the interrogation.
Please tell me I'm not alone in this...

3. No hymns of the week this week because we're going away. It's the Assumption, anyway, so if you're involved in choosing music for mass already, you know what to do.

4. Es (9 months) is turning into a Food Monster (caps absolutely justified). That baby can EAT. We may have to buy shares in Weetabix at this rate.

5. Some very good news, for anyone who read this: my parents are finally getting their money back! I have no idea how the bank managed it, but it's a massive relief.

6. Last Sunday, our priest started his sermon by saying that he didn't see how anyone could escape the Olympics... which was when Ze Husband and I realised they'd actually started, which made us laugh. Why yes, we do live in a bubble.

7. It's nearly 4 pm on Friday afternoon. We're leaving for two weeks (with one brief trip home) at 9 am tomorrow, and I haven't packed anything. ANYTHING. We're going to Scotland first with friends, then down to France to see Ze Husband's family for a week... on the TRAIN. With three under-fives. I'm hoping to be able to pack separately for each trip, there shouldn't be much crossover between the two lots of luggage... I should get on with it, really, but I just don't want to do the childrens' stuff with them there. Hmmmmm. Youtube? YOUTUBE. Cheburashka, to be precise...


Some of the later stuff is barely-disguised Soviet propaganda, but my kids don't speak Russian, so it's fine, right?

Linking up with Kelly for 7QT. Go on over and see what everyone else has been doing this week!

1 comment:

  1. #1: I have no idea how old I am and instead of doing the math, I just ask my kids. For some reason, they know.

    #2: I have to hide their "treasured" (read: broken) toys and junk in the trash or there will be a fit that it was thrown out! As long as I cover it up, no one ever notices it's gone. Ever.