I'm "IT"

Shelley tagged me so here I go.


I am always on the computer.
I am little bit overweight
I think that I should get in better shape
I know Christmas is in 12 1/2 weeks
I want a good idea for Ewan's christmas present
I have excema on the back of my neck
I wish my children didn't have excema as well
I hate
I miss Brenton and Kent
I fear that I will die before all my children are grown up
I feel a bit sick today
I hear my two boys playing very nicely together
I smell freshly cooked chocolate chip biscuits
I regret dating one or two individuals
I love food
I care about the kids I work with
I always put my makeup on in the car
I believe in God the Eternal Father and in his Son Jesus Christ and in the Holy Ghost
I dance in the car
I sing children's primary songs
I'm a bit cross with Mick
I write notes for everything
I win children's computer games
I lose my temper when I'm tired
I never worry about the dishes
I listen to BBC radio while I'm going to sleep
I'm scared of damaging my kids beyond repair
I read to my children every night
I'm happy about living in a country that has government healthcare and welfare

Look out you might be "IT" next.

ANY WOO

Gus is keeping me company.
Gus says "Mum, our family is good. And Mum?"
"Yeah."
"Me are good. The monsters are in the house and just one got me. And one didn't get you."
"Really who did it get"
"Singie. He was this much my age. He was your age that is my friend."
"What's his name again?"
"No don't call me, silly you. And Mum?"
"Yeah?"
"The biggest means he's my age and he's Singie. He's my brother and he hugs me, they are monsters and they are monsters Singie got me and my brother and they ares monsters in my house."
"Any thing else?"
"Nooo, there's no monsters there's no monsters in our house. There no such thing as monsters there's no monster but there some in the play room on tuesday. Mum look at those things mum what are they called?"
(I'm busy typing everything verbatim so I don't look.)
"I don't know."
"If there are monsters we will have to get out of the house and on to the roof and aren't able to see us. We will need a ladder to get up on to the roof."
"Okay Gus time for bed."
"Mum can you come with me to Zac's bed? Cos I will be scared. Just right now."

Did I really choose this?

Who am I?
I cart the washing basket around the house and I walk past a mirror. I glance in and see myself not as I do everyday but as though I were someone else. I then pose the question "How did you get here?"
How did I become a mother of three? When did I choose to be married to 'him'?
I have always known that I would bear many children and I knew on our first date that I would be sealed to Mick. But I had no idea that it would be like this. My life is no sitcom, no drama series, no soap opera. I don't get to call "cut" or take a break. I don't have nannies or chefs or personal trainers. I see myself as though I am looking at someone else and I think "You are the grown up. You get to tell people what to do."
"Go to bed. Eat your dinner. Say sorry."
Every now and then I mix it up, I let them have ice cream before dinner or I say they can stay up with me. I'm constantly training and rewarding all the while looking forward to the next time I'm not "on". I have to be responsible. I'm the one who remembers the sun screen. I make sure the packed lunch and nappy bag gets made when we go out for the day.
I have three children, maybe I'll have more, but even if I don't I'm still the boss.

I then realise, I've become my Mum and that's okay.

enriching

I went to Relief Society Enrichment tonight. I have been neglectful of my duties as a Sister in my ward for some time now and for that I am sorry. It was a beautiful night. We practiced relaxation techniques, praised each others talents, listened to a beautiful musical number and were delighted by a ballet solo. I was moved to tears during the musical item and I was touched by the Spirit. I received confirmation that the path I have recently chosen is good.

I have recently chosen to invite God to be a part of my everyday through prayer and study. I endeavour to be more diligent in my efforts to raise my children in righteousness. As I do these things I know that I will be blessed. I know that God loves me and sent His son Jesus Christ to atone for my sins. I know that because of this great sacrifice and if I am found worthy I will be able to live with Him again.

10 things

I can do with a baby on one arm.
* Blog
* Make a peanut butter sandwich and cut the crust off.
* Go to the toilet.
* Have a shower.
* Put my jeans on.
* Fold clean clothes.
* Clean the bathroom.
* Tidy up the lounge.
* Put tooth paste on everyone's tooth brush and brush their teeth.
* Make a cake.

So you think you can dance.

Not so much dancing as running in time to the music. His moves were unique. Without hesitation Zac had walked ahead of his Mum, payed his money and proceeded to the dance floor. It was there that he danced like he had never danced before. Surrounded by his peers he was all alone. He had gone to a special place where his heart was full and his bliss complete. Needing noone else Zac danced and never stopped until the music did. "Mum I can dance!" "I know baby and you were awesome."

Will I get fired?

I read an article today in a local paper about how the inter-web thingy has caused people to lose prospective employment due to the fact that the interviewee has Googled the name and come across unsavoury personal information that was intended as communication between friends. Maybe a little racist joke or a sexist remark is all it could take to turn someone away.

So I Googled my name and I only found my facebook page. Maybe I should change from being in an open relationship to a marriage relationship with my husband. And I've thought about my blog...

I think I'll keep my job today especially if I mention I think my new boss is pretty awesome (honestly).

Note to self - at work

- Don't turn your back on a 6'2'' guy with autism who likes you and would rather hit you than hug you.

- Show less cleavage when working with 14 year old boys.

- Stand your ground when teenage boys are testing your resolve.

- Drink plenty of water on days when you have to do yard duty in the sun.

- Don't get sulky when a relief teacher tells you she knows what she's doing when you offer some friendly advice. She'll learn soon enough she really needs your help.

- Don't bend down to say hello to a kid with autism who likes to spit in your face.

- Don't assume that a child with autism is smelling the hair that you washed that morning. He is more likely to be wiping spit from his face or sniffing it up his nose.

- Be more grateful when someone else says they will do your duty.

- Be more active during morning health hustle. In this job you need to be fit.

- Wear a t shirt under your jumper on cool Spring days as you are bound to get too warm by the end of lunch.

- Don't scold a boy with autism unless you can handle the fact that he will spend the rest of the day coming to you to discuss his most recent poor choice.

- Don't injure a lover of Thomas the Tank Engine who also has autism as he will fall on the floor shouting, "Nobody was hurt, but Thomas and friends were badly bent."

- Don't waste your breath telling a teenager with Down Syndrome how to do something as they will patronizingly explain to you "I know Dee," and continue doing it perfectly wrong.

- Don't try to force anyone you work with to do anything as they are likely to hit you/themselves/others, run down the street, fall on the floor, break a window or throw bark chips at you. Just ask them nicely then do it yourself.

Roar

Angus

standing up