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How come it always decides to rain when I’m trying to get all the kids in the car?  As if its not a struggle enough with an 8 month old that straightens his back in refusal to sit, and a 3 year old that takes a backpack with him that must have its entire contents emptied and placed in its specific position before he lets me strap him in.  By the time the backpack rituals over, I’m normally so drenched I may as well have just gone and sat in a puddle to wait!

I honestly reckon the clouds time themselves to turn black and explode just as I lock the house up to leave.  They especially love saving themselves for when I’ve just applied a fresh coat of black mascara which is definitely not waterproof….  Me and rain have never, and will never mix.  My hair tells me this too when it goes from straight and sleek to the afro from hell in 0.2 seconds whenever even a droplet touches it…. Whoever made hair straighteners needs to be knighted because without them I quite possibly would never leave the house!

Roll on the summer is what I say.  Blue skies, warm sun and most importantly not a lot of rain.  I’m sure if it does rain though it will track me down wherever I am!

It would be impossible to figure out the number of times a day I tell my boys not to run in the house.  I know boys will be boys, but having a wooden floor and not a carpet would make even a mouse scurrying along  sound like a baby elephant!  The noise of that and the sound of their large collection of gogos being thrown around the room is really not the best way to wake me up in the mornings!

I can’t say I’ve ever been a morning person to be honest, but since I’ve had children and the all-day sunday lay-ins have sadly disappeared, I’m worse than ever if that was at all possible.

People that wake up in the morning with a bounce in their step and a twinkle in their eye have either lost the plot or just drunk far too much coffee the night before.  Who in the world would be happy getting out of their nice, cosy, warm bed in the winter when its raining outside, and then have to get ready for work, or in my case do the dreaded school run…. not me that’s for sure!

I’ve always been someone that’s quite tired, but admittedly the reason I’m so tired at the moment is entirely my own fault.  The way I see it, as much as I love all 3 of my boys, when they’re all finally asleep at night, that’s the only quiet time of my day so I make the most of it.   Not that I do anything constructive at all really,  I just relish the peace so much I don’t end up in bed until about 1am.  Crazy? yes! That’s me though.  Sometimes logic goes entirely out the window.    Typing this now has got me thinking …  Tomorrow morning when the usual thudding of the floorboards happen at 5:50, maybe I should calmly come downstairs and ask my boys to stop instead of immediately shouting down to them… then again, with my hair still to wash and straighten, hubbys shirt to iron, a packed lunch to make, and the washing to put on the clothes-horse tonight, I can’t see me being very calm and collected in the morning!

One word… cake!  I absolutely love eating cake and would quite literally carry on until I popped.  O.K. so maybe my bum, belly and thighs hate cake, but when I’m eating it all thoughts of where the extra fat is going to plonk itself on my body just goes out the window.

Anyway, my love of cake has obviously been passed down to my boys too, so a few years ago I decided instead of buying cakes for special occasions like birthdays I’d try to be a domesticated mummy and bake and decorate them myself.

So, see below for the proof of my attempts.  I’m fairly impressed so far, and even though the decorating part seems to take hours its worth it all just to see the boys faces light up at the final product.

I’m still learning as I go, so any tips or techniques for the future would be much appreciated.