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Down With The Kids

Last night I spent an hour watching auditions…no not catching up on X Factor but watching a bunch of 8-12 year olds larking about pretending to be minions, evil queens and dainty princesses. It was the best fun I’ve had in ages!

I’m so pleased to be involved in the camp Christmas Panto this year and my role as Costume Head Honcho (just made that up, sounds awesome doesn’t it….might make a badge too) is going to keep me very busy between now and December. So far on my list of ‘Wants’ I have; two-piece cow costume, goggles, floaty princessy-type dresses, long gloves, clown wigs, evil queen crowns, water-squirting flowers and lots and lots of yellow t-shirts. I knew that working with kids would make for a varied workload but this is by far my most interesting challenge yet.

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I nervously crept into the session last night amid lots of questions ‘Who are you?’ ‘why are you here?’ ‘Are you the cleaner?’ and after my initiation of shouting my name very loudly into the middle of the room I was accepted as the costume lady and quickly got involved in discussions about character and plot ideas. The weird and wonderful suggestions that poured out were nothing short of Burton meets Tarantino with a bit of sparkle and pop music thrown in……I know it’s going to be unmissable!

After the brainstorming session the auditions themselves took place, each child given just 60 seconds to perform their best acting/singing/dancing and state their case for which part they’d like…tough crowd. The best by far had to be the girl who stood and very proudly declared she would like to be ‘anything that burps’ and proceeded to let out the most humongous burp I’d ever heard…..well on demand anyway! Priceless.

After a super loud dance around to Gangnam Style, the session ended and it was left to the Youth Club leaders to deliberate over who shone and who was destined to be a tree…(Evil tree who throws apples of course) I’m not sure who is more nervous now, me or the kids? I’m counting the hours until the cast list goes up next week…..

There’s no business like show business!

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Whirlwind

I’ve walked like I was shot in the arse today, it’s not a great look let me tell you.

race for life 2013

race for life 2013

It has been a jam-packed few weeks and I’ve absolutely loved having some of my nearest and dearest around more often, especially while Geordie is away. I’ve travelled down to Devon and Cornwall (fell in love with Bideford fish and chips and Padstow beach) and back up again to Whitby (I’m still too terrified to go back into the Dracula experience). I’ve been to watch moto gp track training, I’ve sewn ball gowns and of course I have eaten way too much cake to even think about losing any weight for ‘Summer’ (whatever that is?) I’ve shared the momentous occasion that was Baby Isaac’s Christening (you remember my cake eating partner in crime Rachel…well her son Isaac, who will also grow to adore cake) which was a 9.5 hour bouncy castle-fest. The sun shone for the gorgeous little one on his special day and a good time was had by all.

Yesterday I ran the Race For Life 5k in memory of my lovely friend Rebecca, support of my wonderful school friend Emma and in hope for a healthy future for Fraja and my own two beautiful little girls. My mind was set on taking off and sprinting the course, Paula Radcliffe style, while my ever supportive running partner Danielle had a more realistic approach and pondered whether to carry her phone to take a picture for if/when I fell over! I had so much fun doing comedy power lunges and moshing during the warm up, as we made the most of being child free for an hour or so. We made a point of high-fiving a bunch of kids and a few marshals which ultimately lost us valuable seconds at the finish and has cost me the use of my legs for the last 24 hours. Unfortunately the sun was blazing at the start (that’s my official excuse) and I limped around in 31:02, greeted at the finish line by my eldest with these pride filled words…… ‘Aww Mum I thought you were gonna win it?’

Lessons I have learned in the last few weeks are as follows;

Always do the warm up and take it seriously instead of taking self portraits impersonating Sonja-from-Eastenders’ fitness dvd.

Do not get a stomach bug the morning of the six-hour car journey home from Devon….

Always have nappy bags in the car (for vomiting into) should the above situation arise.

Mini Pizzas are the best sustenance at a Christening…..all 9.5 hours of it…just keep eating and you will not get drunk….much.

And above all else, surround yourself with lovely people who make you laugh so much your stomach hurts, eat cake and be happy. Life is too short.

 

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The Bandwagon

I wanted to blog about something light-hearted today as my big career plan essay yesterday was a little war and peace wasn’t it? Well in the absence of a hilarious anecdote to share with you…I give you my youngest daughter doing her best Gangnam Style dance at our friend’s Christening party on Saturday. Apologies for jumping on the bandwagon, but she’s only 17 months old…..and it is quite funny!

 

 

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Two to Tango

Geordie is away at the moment, with his job he tends to go away once a month for a few days or a week, I’m used to it now. He went away for 5 months not long after we started dating, it was like the end of the world for me. I didn’t eat for three days and couldn’t sleep. Without the support of my friend Danielle I’d have ended our relationship because the stress was too much to bear. Now I know it takes separations like this for you to notice the little things that make you a couple.

When I get up in the morning the first thing I do is tip the shower head down again, as Geordie is taller than me we have it at different angles to shower. I swiftly move on to put the toothpaste back in the cup on the window sill, I’m still not entirely sure why he can’t do this but sure enough day after day the Colgate lays half squeezed on the sink while his toothbrush nestles in the safety of the cup. Once I’ve hung his wet towel over the banister correctly I.e. so it will actually dry, I put his laundry in the basket, as opposed to on the floor next to the basket where he leaves it and go get dressed.

Toothpaste

Toothpaste (Photo credit: Fuzzy Gerdes)

Once downstairs I wash his breakfast dishes and wipe down the counter where he has spilled every substance he’s come into contact with that morning, butter, milk and tea usually. I make my own breakfast and clean up. In the living room I collect the empty lemonade bottle and glass that he’s left. The discarded crisp packet and biscuit wrapper go in the bin too. I fluff the cushions, have a quick hoover around and switch on the TV so the little one can watch cartoons while I catch up online.

As a couple this is the start of the dance routine of life, he sets the pace and I quick step around his handiwork to make sure we don’t live in a landfill. Occasionally I will moan about his lack of effort to help around the house and he will blame it on being a man and not being able to multi-task. Brushing your teeth and putting the toothpaste back? Come on…..he’s just a bloke.

It’s at times like these, when he’s away that I realise that it’s not really inconvenience, it’s just how we are. I miss the smell of his deodorant when he gets ready for work. The ear-splitting sound of the ironing board being opened at stupid o’clock in the morning when he forgot to iron a shirt the night before. I even miss putting his work boots away because if I don’t the dog will have a whale of a time chewing hell out of his laces and I then have to put up with Geordie f-ing and blinding about the whole thing.

It’s surprisingly easy to do the dance of love, even with two left feet.

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