aliens and dyno-rod

Well,since the last installment Ive been told at 10 to 9 on a school night that the kiddo requires a full alien costume by 9am the following day (said kiddo having forgotten to tell me this a week ago...)and then told 2 days ago that she hadnt been to the loo for 4 days and now her stomach hurt...ever get the feeling that communication is not her strong point?! Sure,she can tell me a billion terrible jokes or the latest moshi monster news in mind numbing detail,but when it comes to relating important stuff,like costumes or toileting,well...maybe not.Firstly,the alien suit...fortunately,mama was a raver in years gone by,or a cyber goth kinda thing,and so a fluorescent neon pink fluffy jacket and a very short belly top in purple with batik tribal sleeves were quickly conjured up (hey,I never said I was a raver with taste okay,and pre kid the belly was something to be flashed not hidden...) and with some alterations and cursing,tada!The purple top is teamed with purple trousers,the pink jacket is sewn round the trousers like a skirt,and the arms of the pink top are attatched with string and hair ties to the arms of the purple top so they are suspended just below her own arms,and move when she does...following? So basically,out of nothing more than two fashion disasters and string,in under 2 hours,I have created a 4 armed pink and purple alien.Yay me.
As for the toilet thing,well its like this-Kiddo was diagnosed with encopresis at 2,and then with STC at 9. Long story short,her guts work waaaay slower than most,and its a delicate balancing act keeping her healthy.When she neglects to tell me small details like the fact she hasnt been for 4 days,this means I then have to resort to 7 doses of movicol in a litre of water in the space of 3 hours.Then wait 2 days,2 otherwise healthy days she has to miss school and I have to miss one of the busiest new release days at work (colour me popular) because with all that stuff inside her she is the equivalent of a time bomb,and I cant risk her having a large accident anywhere...you get the picture. My flatmate suggested mentoes and coke...cruel,but she finds it hysterical...anyhow,aliens and crapatoa aside,Bones was awesome. Stephen Fry..."hope and patience",nuf said...

lovesongs and sortouts

Have decided that entire house bears striking resemblance to trash heap/junkyard. Have resolved to fix this,possibly with the aid of a flamethrower and or pyromaniac housemate. In a new newsflah, I got to watch a whole,entire show on tv,mostly uninterrupted. Moms reading this will know how rare this is,especially when there is a 10 year old,a 30 year old and a thirty two year old (latter two have mental age of 10)also in the house who have stuff they want to watch. Well,yesterday was MY turn to triumph,and we watched Bones :) I wanted to be an anthropologist for years,and a biological anthropologist is my idea of a perfect career.Bones is therefore the only show I have watched,from the pilot onwards,religiously.And I have to stop at this point to just say FOR GODS SAKE BOOTH,JUST KISS HER ALREADY!!! I really dont think I can take much more of the sexual tension thats been building over 4 series...Ive only felt that kind of tension once,with my current boyfriend,and we found out afterwards that EVERYONE at work felt the same way as I do watching Booth and Brennan dancing around each other. As such,while I have very little time for love songs in general,anyone in a situation like this could do worse than listen to Lifehouse's 'Hanging by a Moment'. Im not one for hearts swelling,tender whatchamacallits and general mushiness,but who hasnt at some point been standing inches away from someone they are ridiculously attracted to,and,having made a move is just waiting in agony to find out what the outcome will be.Its a case of 'Im either gonna get kissed or laughed at,but I cant back out now...'

past and passing

Knackered! Got ta sleep fiday nite at 3.40 as Cai had cough.Woke up at ten to 7 when Owen had to go to work. Last night the boys came in pissed n happy at 11.45,ordered a huge gross pizza fest,and then went upstairs at one.Prob is,they woke Cai,and by the time I got her sorted,I crawled into the bedroom,expecting to curl up and sleep only to find boyfriend sprawled out like a starfish,fully clothed,on top of the covers and taking up the entire bed.Ever tried to move a 6ft 5 14 stone man from a drunken pass out?! Its not easy. Dont get me wrong,at 5ft 6 and 9 n half stone Im no lightweight,but he just would not bloody move! This posed a problem,as I couldnt actually get into bed,never mind under the covers.I put a big hoody on,wormed my feet under a spare corner,and then tried to get comfortable. Finally got to sleep when he got up to go to the bathroom,and I threw myself under the covers,cocooning myself in warmth and passing out at 3.15.Had to be up at 8.30 to work. Strangely enough,both the boys had day off. Wouldnt mind,but know if they had to be up in the morning,they woulda taken it easier! I miss going out sometimes. A lot of my friends are still single,or dont have kids,and their lives revolve around themselves,not around anyone else.The same is true of the boys I guess,even boyfriend has him first,then his work and our flatmate,then us. I always knew that,so its cool,but sometimes I miss who I was 12 years ago.I was free and pretty wild.Everything about me was what I wanted,long dreads,dancers figure,makeup that took half hour to apply,so colourful.Wore what I liked,spent all night working,all morning sleeping and avo reading,studying,shopping etc. There were possibilities,I met so many wonderful people,a few of whom Im still in contact with,but my lie and theirs are so different. I could just pack a bag,grab a passport and go on a moments notice. I guess everyone is nostalgic once in a while. Im still so much happier now than 5 or even 3 years ago,I am closer to that girl I was 12 years ago now than I was,but I dont think she would recognise me. My day to day life is all about my daughter first,then my boyfriend,then housework and my home,and my job. My time to me is snatches here and there,and when it does come I am too tired to do anything with it. I go out maybe once every 4 months or so,and I dont have time to get myself dressed up like I would before. Im wondering when the hell I got so old and suburban. I love my family,and I wouldnt change them,but I wish I knew how to be a little more 'me'.