I'm a blogging virgin...

...so forgive me if this is long, rambling or boring (who am I kidding, it'll probably be all three). Please bear with me while I get the hang of this thing.
I suppose I should start by telling you all a wee bit about myself. Well, I'm a 20-something mother of three wonderful (maddening, at times, but nonetheless wonderful) children. I have a 5 year old girl (who shall henceforth be known as Girl1) who is too smart for her own good, at times. She's getting to the whiny teenage "It's just not FAAAAAIR!!" stage about 7 years too early, I think. But she's such a lovely, kind girl who'd do anything for anyone. Girl2 will turn 3 years old this coming Saturday. She's an absolute sweetheart, who could melt anyone with a bat of her long, dark eyelashes, but she has a mischeivous streak (apparently she gets it from her mother. Moi? Mischeivous? Never!). Such a cutie, anyway. And then there's Baby. He's my son, he's 11 months old, and I think the poor little guy has already resigned himself to the fact that he's pretty much going to be bossed around by his big sisters forever. He's already officially 'the doggy' when they play house, I really don't think there's much hope for him now. He's a sweet little fella, and it just about starting to walk (and run, and crawl, and climb, and pull things down, and hide behind furniture...). So, that's my kids. I'm a stay at home mother (a crazy one, hence the title of my blog) while Husband works full time. I'm pretty sure I was teetering on the edge of crazy before I had my kids, they just about tipped me over. Girl1 is already displaying signs of aforementioned crazyness, so maybe it's hereditary.
Wow, look at that. I'm already rambling. I'll tell you all a bit about my day, then leave it at that, for now.
I woke up today at 5.30am to the sound of buzzing (you ever have it when you can hear something in your sleep, and you think it's part of your dream, then you wake up only to realise it wasn't a dream, and you could actually hear it?). The buzzing turned out to be 6 large, pissed off wasps which had gotten into our bedroom through a vent. Turns out there's a wasps nest outside our window. So, after jumping round waving my arms like a lunatic for a few moments, I ran down to get a can of Raid to kill them. I was certainly awake by now, anyway. No better wake up call than a battle with a small swarm of angry wasps. We've now blocked the vent up, anyway, so hopefully it isn't an experience I'll be repeating any time soon.
Once we were all up and fed, we decided to go and play in the park (less than one week into the summer holidays, and I'm already running out of fun things to keep the kids occupied/burn off some energy. It's going to be a looong six weeks). Then it rained. Then it stopped raining. Then it started again. So, we decided to go feed the ducks instead. Ducks live in water, they must like the rain, right? Wrong. Not a duck in sight. Home we trudged, in the rain, bag of stale bread (AKA: Duck food) in hand, feeling slightly deflated.
Only 42 days left of this.
Don't you love the Great British Summer?

Until next time,

Crazy Mother.
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