Hi, my name is PsychoMum

...seriously. I've become one of those mothers. I think I've passed a little bit crazy and sailed on to full on cuckoo territory. I've set my son up a Facebook page. I log in and post status updates from him. Also, he now smacks me and pretends to cry when I kiss his little smoochy lips. I couldn't work out why my son suddenly didn't love me any more, until the Husband pointed out that sometimes I pin him down and smooch his little chubby face until he's squirming to get away (the baby, not the husband). What's wrong with me?

I had my heart broken yesterday. My oldest daughter was watching Elf, and she turned, looked at me with her big, innocent, 5 year old eyes and said 'That's silly, mummy. I know that Santa isn't real, the mummys and daddys buy presents for the little girls and boys!' Cue my heart smashing into a million pieces. She's still a baby! How the hell did she work that out?! I feel kinda terrible for it, because I was always gonna be honest with my kids and blah blah blah...but I told her she was wrong, Father Christmas IS real! I just didn't expect her to find out this young. I wanna squeeze another couple of years out of the 'Christmas Magic' feeling you only get as a kid who believes in Father Christmas. So, now I'm the mother who terrorises my children with kisses and lies to them. Great.

While we're on the subject of Christmas, I started my Christmas shopping. Finally! OK, by started my Christmas shopping, I mean I've made a list, bought one present (that wasn't even on the list) and I don't know who to give it to. Oh well, that's a start.

Until next time,

Crazy Mother

Being a teenager for the day.

OK, so I'm super duper excited! Me and my 2 friends decided that we haven't had a girly night out in SOOOO long (I'm not kidding, it's been like, 3 or 4 years). So we planned one for tonight. I'm feeling like a teenager again, I'm so excited! The husband is staying home with the kids, I'm even going to my friend's house to have drinks and get ready, just the the good old days :P . I kinda feel like a fish out of water, though. I'm twenty three going on fifty. I don't listen to the music all the 'kids' are getting down to these days. I'm worried my shoes will rub and give me blisters, and I'm debating the merits of taking a coat (What? It's chilly! So what if it doesn't match my drop dead gorgeous expensive dress! I don't wanna catch a chill...). I'm fully preparing myself for a night of "I'm cold just LOOKING at her." and "What? That trendy cocktail costs HOW much?"
Teenager for the night? Hmmm. Maybe I should stay in in my comfortable slippers, drinking cocoa and watch a gameshow.
I'm getting too old for this.

Until next time,

Crazy Mother
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