I hate the thought that I am willing Sept on. I would love to enjoy the holidays more with the Bears, but truth be told, they are driving me round the bend. They can just about stand to be around each other in term time, when they are together less. This summer hols seems particularly bad. The two eldest bears have an immense amount of rivalry. Being so close in age and both being male, it is a bad combination. There is fourteen month between them, but, they are actually more like twins. Big bear stopped growing in the womb at 28 weeks and was whipped out at 30 weighing just 2 1/2 lbs. Fourteen months later middle bear was born full term weighing 9lbs. So they have grown the same really. What makes it worse this summer is baby bear. He is at an age where he wants to play with them, and pretty much everything they have too....yet, he is too young to know how anything works and his attention span is, well, that of a 3 yr old. He annoys them, they yell, he yells back...it seems constant. To solve this, I have to make sure that I am constantly with them to keep the peace, keep them occupied. This means the house gets neglected and I feel totally brain drained! Even taking them out to the parks to run and let off steam, they bicker over who gets to a tree first, who gets 30 seconds more turns on a swing.....and so it goes on.
Coupled with all this, toilet training baby bear who is up and down the stairs every 5 minutes (and the washing machine going all day...........yesterday I had 30 pairs of little boy pants on the washing line, that's not including everyone elses! That's a whole loada pants!).
The evenings are leaving me pretty much pooped. I am willing September on so as I can recharge my batteries I think.
But, for the time being, my little pleasures come from the bunches of fresh flowers I have in my jugs, coffee and what little time I have to do a spot of hooky business.
I was a coffee loather for many many years. I loved the smell of it, but hated the taste of it...in anything. Then one day when I was 30 I woke up one morning and just fancied one. Mr H and his family are BIG coffee drinkers, they always have been. When I met Mr H and his family, they had not long returned back to the UK from spending many years living in the States. In that day it was Americans...coffee....Britains....tea. But, they were having none of this rubbish granual coffee, white sugar and watery milk that us Brits seemed to love so much (remember, these were before the days of the Starbuck's, Neros and Costas and exciting stuff). It had to be fresh, cream and brown sugar...always. There was always a pot on the go when you went to their house and the lovely smell of wafting coffee.
Anyway, I get sidetracked. Suffice to say, I love coffee now and love to make alsorts. I love to experiment and have different flavours. I have my beloved Francis Francis that makes the perfect Italian coffee. This is not for the thing for someone in a hurry.
Making a coffee in this baby takes time, it's relaxing, therapeutic. I have a Tassimo which makes a nice cup too. Carnation evapourated milk is great in coffee. It adds a different dimention which I like.
So, to get back to the title for this post. I am weary from being a mummy this hols, but I am hyper because of my flowers,
and my little finished scarf!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!
Yeap, I worked through the pooped-outness yesterday as I was desperate to finish it. The sewing in of the ends seemed to take forever and a day, definitely the worst part to any crochet project.
Now, I would show you the finished article wrapped around me as it should be...but a) to achieve maximum scarf effect I would really have to don a coat and I really couldn't face that and b) I might have to show my face, and as many of you know, I am a tad camera shy and really wouldn't want to ruin your day! ha ha! So, just some shots of it in all its yummy glory not on me.
So, I am pooped again now, completely drained, I think I can just about summon up enough energy to go into the kitchen and make another gingerbread latte!
Cheerio for now
Edited to add: The latte will have to wait.....as I pressed send on this post, a teeny tiny field mouse shot out from under my desk and down the back of the dresser! Yikes, screech, yell, scared the living crap out of me! Best go deal with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x