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Mums break the internet.
This one’s for the mums. We are all bonkers and amazing. Love to all mums doing their best to just get through the day in the hope that tomorrow they will find the floor free of toys and lego. Hold fast.
Happy Mothers Day and caption competition winner.
This year I have been deluged with drawings, a chocolate spoon stirrer and a lovely cook book full of cake recipes for me to make.
I have also been deluged with so many witty captions it has been very hard to choose but choose I must.
http://kvennarad.wordpress.com/ you are my lucky winner with your caption, “My Mummy says there’s a difference between ‘doing nothing’ and ‘thinking’ – but they look the same to me.”
Please email me your address and I shall pop a book in the post straight away!
A big, big thank you to everyone who entered, please keep those witty comments coming as they are always appreciated and maybe I shall have to make this a regular feature. Perhaps I will give away a drawing next time, what do you think?
Happy Mothers Day, tomorrow I’ll be back to drawing, I promise.
Angie.
Mum’s the word.
What did YOUR mummy say to you?
With Mother’s Day fast approaching, the lovely folks over at Macmillan Children’s Books, who as you know published my first children’s book MY MUMMY SAYS last month, want to know what YOUR mummy said to you.
Whether it is words of wisdom that have stayed with you, gentle encouragement that has guided you through life or just plain old silly expressions that make absolutely no sense to anyone but you and your mum, I want to hear them!
Today, Wednesday 12th March, please do get involved on your blogs, on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram – just remember to include the hashtag #mymummysays so we can all rejoice in the wisdom of mother’s everywhere!
Here’s what MY mummy said to me…
Where’s my car?
Now let’s have a little think….oh yes it’s still at the school gates where you left it yesterday (when you decided to walk home as you’d forgotten that you’d brought the car), it is not stolen, only your blooming memory is…
The Shopping Waddle.
Take the strain, don’t waddle, dont waddle.
You’re waddling Ang, there you go, waddling back to the car like a penguin.
Gertrude.
Millie wakes up every morning with her hair in one enormous knot.
I have decided to name the knot Gertrude.
Gertrude was particularly stubborn this morning, but we saw her off with some persistent brushing.
Ouch.
Monday Morning Mantra.
My lot are resistant to normal persuasion and need a heightened form of communication on a Monday morning.
Here is a translation of my screeching before school.
It’s slowed down so you can understand it.
Speeded up, it sounds like high pitched wailing and shrieking.
Rioja.
I have been out for a night out with Myles.
I have drunk Rioja and brandy.
Let’s hope that 6am call from Gruff is mercifully put back till 7am.
Hic. Smashing.
A Day off.
The Grandparents have got Evie and Gruff today.
And what did I do?
I went and had a tooth pulled out at the dentist.
Nice one Ang, you know how to give yourself a good time.
The Artist’s Muses.
It’s difficult to paint with this going on in the background but I imagine it will be harder once they’re all in school and the house is quiet.
I think we have a kind of symbiosis that helps me make the most of every millisecond I have to draw and paint.
It may not be the best of what I can do but I’m ticking over and and with every day, there’s more work coming.
Thanks guys for the noise.
Rain ruined play.
Rain and driving winds and cold temperature ruined our camping expedition. We haven’t gone, not yet anyway. The Welsh weather decided to throw everything at us this morning, so we’ve unpacked the car and are waiting for some, erm, form of Spring to return so we can at least enjoy a few days together.
Things I have tried today in vain attempt to change our predicament:
Shouting at the Sky
Shouting at the kids
Shouting at Myles
Shouting at the Cat
Shouting at the dishwasher.
Wouldn’t be too much to ask would it?
Evie’s got a gun…
Short back and sides.
Brace, brace, brace and please cut as fast as possible before my little wriggler decides to escape from Delilah’s grasp!
Food in flight.
Things that I have had lobbed at me today:
Tomato, rice, chicken, sausage roll, egg, toast and a beaker.
I hope Gruff prefers eating tomorrow instead of throwing his food at his mother.
Monster Mammy.
God I’ve got bad PMT this month. Feel like poo and my children have chocolate Easter eggs….I don’t think I can stop myself, someone get me some chocolate NOOOOOOOOW….
A word a day.
I’ve given Millie a diary and she’s flying with it. I’ve always found it helpful to express things I don’t want to talk about in visual form, she’s no different either.
Doodlemum Day.
It’s Mother’s Day and the girls have outdone themselves this year. I have had tea made for me and been told that I am 28 and a half years old.
What more can a 37 year old mum of three wish for? Happy days.
Happy Mother’s Day to all Mams.
Fin.
I like the word Fin. Means “the end” in French.
We’ve stopped breastfeeding, it’s been two days now.
Gruff is fine with it, has not asked and is a very happy boy. We’ve cut down so gradually that it’s just petered out rather than ended.
Me, I’m a tempest of hormones. Please let it pass quickly! (until then, there’s chocolate).
Ah well, end of one very happy and successful journey. We’re ready to move on now.
I’ve breast fed my children for a total of 4 years. Think it’s time to order some decent bras now…
Drinkie drunk doodles.
I don’t drink much these days, it knocks me out. Tonight I did enjoy a few glasses while I had a draw….sorry.
Sofa Bound
The Flu siege continues. The girls are rotten. Lots of sleeping, medicine and more sickness.
Can’t do much else at the moment.
Washing and ironing.
I wish I could hide from it.
Some days it feels like a tsunami out to get me. Shove it all in the draws before it swallows the kids….
Shopping for me.
Let your children decide what to put on you. My lot have decide their Mum is a very classy woman indeed. They know what I like.
Too Much to Do…
I really must
1. Cut the grass
2. Hang the washing out.
3. Take the kids somewhere
4. Put name tags on Millie’s school clothes
5. Wash the cat
6. Iron the hoover
7. Put milk in the car
8. @*/*’:!
Doodlemum 