As I opened the door to my Mum this morning saying ‘come in, its chaos here at the moment,its always bloody chaos in this house’.
I looked around at the garden (which is a constant work in progress!) at the paddling pool I had struggled to put up and get sorted, bits and bobs around the kitchen that I was in the middle of tidying away and thought~do you know what, this house may not be spotless, its noisy its loud but it’s our home, and its a home that is full of love and warmth.
A home with its doors always open to everyone and I love that.
I don’t know what the kids memories will be of their childhood when they are older but I hope they look back and remember that admist the chaos and crazyiness, the memories we have made and continue to make along the way are priceless.
For several years I carried the ‘single parenting’ guilt on my shoulders but I’ve long sinced parked that~this parenting gig isn’t plain sailing no matter what your situation is and I truly believe if we were all honest, we would all admit to just winging it at times.
So here’s to the chaos and the crazy days,sleepless nights and memories made. Paddling pools and starting school. Day trips here and outings there. Running around without a care. Through out these times I can depend on being driven well and truly round the bend! But let me just say, so you know ,I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Answer the phone, oh come on pick, pick up,pick oh thank goodness you’re awake.
Well I am now, what’s the emergency?
Oh my goodness, you won’t believe what I did last night.
You didn’t text Dave did you? I told you not to,that was the last thing I said to you.
Technically it wasn’t, the last thing you said to me was put the wine down and get some water but no I did not text him!
Ok so what then?
Well here’s the thing ~I decided to enter that dating app competition, you know the one where the funniest profile wins a prize and all that jazz?
Love it, knew you would! Whats wrong with that?
Well I may of accidentally muddled up my dating entry with the job application form for that new bar in town and it would seem that I have only gone and sent my hilarious (if I do say so myself) dating competition entry to the wrong email and if I my now sober eyes aren’t fooling me then it is now sitting in the bar owners inbox.
The bar owner~the really fit one??
What? Yes oh my days,I am never ever setting foot in that place like ever.
Well he won’t know what you look like.
Erm my photo was attached to the application.
Right I’m sending it over to you, put the phone down, stop laughing and help me sort this woman.