So, It’s one of those days…lots to tell, make time to tell it, 3 times computer crashes while almost at posting point. Grrrrrrr she growls, am just too flustered to do this right now.
Brother in law is coming tomorrow, he misses Kara and so is coming, here, to this house, that once upon a time looked like this…..





But now looks like this…….





Dan is coming tomorrow because he is going to be 21. TWENTY ONE. My boy, my son, a man.
So I have cleaning to do, cake to make ( no eggs, ack, no eggs ,damn, will have to make cake tomorrow), as well as blow balloons, clean house, catch children, be nice to husbands, rearrange bedrooms, strip beds, remake beds.

I will tell you about Paris another day, when I haven’t got a house to clean, which will be never but there will be a day when I don’t clean it because it won’t matter that it looks like hell’s charity shop on clearance day. One day it won’t matter because all the children will be in school all day and I will know that I have 8 hours to clean it, so the evening before I will write and relax and say “who cares?” and sit amidst chaos without a care in the world , and you can bet your bottom dollar that someone will come to visit, they do that don’t they? (Oooh good tip, when you need to clean but just can’t manage to muster the enthusiasm, when you feel that someone will call and see just how filthy and slovenly you are, get the vacuum, plug it in near the front door and go and sit down with a cup of something hot and a cake, even a magazine. If someone calls, you open the door and say “ oh I am So sorry, look I am in the middle of cleaning, I have turned everything out and haven’t started putting it back yet” In a high pitched flustered voice, and they will believe you….just don’t take them into the room with the cup, cake and magazine……don’t do that.)

So, It is now 00.29 and I have so much to do……pictures galore tomorrow. I promise.

Oh but LOOK....some pictures now, H took them and I am all hot and sweating because I was running around being me, busy and doing a hundred things at once, but look ...see...I saw them and thought NORMAL, like Julie in her pictures, impossible to explain how it feels after 22 years to see a picture that doesn't make me want to put a bucket on my head and hide behind a very big tree......



And my eyes are shut and I am pulling a face but hey....I'm upright, that counts for something, right? When did that person next to me get so tall??? I thought the Sophie girl was still shorter than me, she must be about 5' 9" now...and that body? It is scarey to be the mother of someone with a body like that. I made that body......what was I thinking???