I operate on go slow mode today to recharge the batteries for the busy week ahead. I snooze all morning while my husband goes to work for a few hours. The children sleep in later than usual also so the whole household is calm. The peace is soon destroyed as they get up one by one, fighting over the TV and the good phone charger. Nobody wants the cheap Pennys' one and I smile to myself, safe in the knowledge that my Samsung charger is hidden safely under a pile of laundry in the dining room. I stand for an age at the toaster and panini press making a selection of chocolate toast and cheese and pepperoni toasties. My husband has taken my car to work so my Mom offers to pick us up and take us over to her house to say goodbye to my sister. I have a quick shower and get dressed and change the baby and then Mom arrives. All the kids decide to go and squeeze into the car. Child#1 jokes that it looks like a clown car. We survive the journey back the road and I enjoy a nice cup of tea while the kids all play together noisily but happily on the floor.
I get a call to play at another funeral tomorrow. I feel slightly anxious as I have not met the singer to sort keys and songs but I am sure it will all run smoothly on the morning.
My husband picks us up from Mom's and I grit my teeth on the journey home as the five older children argue incessantly. Child#3 is screeching that Child#1 and 2 buy each other sweets all the time and leave him out. Child#2 is enraged and bellows that he bought him soup in the local pub after mass. Child#3 retorts that was three months ago. While the argument rages Child#1giggles in a fake voice breaking type way and Child#4 chants 'Kill the crows!' as we drive towards a flock of them. My husband declares that this is why he goes to work and he already regrets coming home early. Once home, I potter around for the day doing laundry and other bits and pieces. When my husband has finished the farming, he takes over and cooks a lovely dinner while I put the baby to sleep upstairs and sneakily watch a film on Netflix.
Right now the kids are in bed. The baby is blowing bubbles and teething hard. I have my trusty notebook beside me where I plan to plan my magic exercises for the week that should hopefully see me shed some weight rapidly. I finish the last few Rich Tea biscuits so I won't be tempted tomorrow. I watch some online photos on Lucy Windham Reid's channel of ladies who have miracalously lost many pounds doing the same exercises I tried and wonder why it did not work for me.
I am convinced if I saw the scales move down the way a little, I would be motivated to keep going.
Child#4 is returning to school tomorrow so I should be more free to go for long walks... weather permitting of course. I should also unfreeze my gym membership but I fear I will not get the time to use it and then beat myself up over the waste of money.
Gaelic training starts again this week and the rugby season has not even finished. Child#1 has an appointment with the dietician this week. I hope she makes him see sense and realise that he can't keep eating junk food. Child#1 also turns the big 13 this week. How time flies. I remember the day he was born so clearly. I went into labour in the early hours of the morning. I hadn't a clue that I was in labour and thought I just needed to go to the toilet! My husband ran up and down the hall after me with a roll of toilet paper, wiping the floor every few seconds as my waters dribbled all over the place!I had a rapid labour or preciptous labour I think they call it and Child#1 had crowned before I reached the hospital. I was only 23 when I had Child#1 but yet knew instantly this was what I was meant to do...be a Mom to beautiful babies.
Now, I better sign off and go to bed .I have my alarm set for 5.50a.m. for my new fresh start.
Good night!
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