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DENTIST 🦷

Another 6 month check up

All 4 kids continue to have have perfect teeth. No filling, no cavities, nada

Had an incredibly bittersweet moment when the dentist told me that Mr 11 no longer has any baby teeth and that all of his adult teeth are through fully, and they’re all straight so braces are unlikely.

What do you mean I’ll never be able to play tooth fairy for him again 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Didn’t help that I received an email at the same time from his soon to be secondary school with information about transition dates.

Brb going to cry.

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Had 5 hours sleep

Got up at 6:30 to pack all the kids lunches because they’re all off on a school trip today

I am

Tired

😴

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My back looks like it’s been attacked with a cheese grater

Oops

My bad

PSA don’t forget your sunscreen kids 👍

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Hello it's me, and I'm pissed off again Another month of Mr 11 and Mr 5's dad not paying a single penny in child support. His arrears now total £2, 869. That's... disgusting. He is off in another city, playing dad to two children that aren't his, whilst his own 2 are treated as if they don't exist. I went over my finances again this evening and I've just had no choice but to bite the bullet and cancel all of the kids extra-curriculars because there is just no way I can continue to fund them anymore. The cost of living is still rising and I can no longer scrape the shortfall together. It's just cost me £150 just for a weekly food shop. A FOOD SHOP. That's no more swimming lessons. No more kickboxing. No more football...and I'm so fucking angry about it. Because these kids absolutely do deserve to go to all of these clubs and more. But I just can't fund it alone anymore. I'm so fucking mad.

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We are officially on an amber weather warning.

The heat is meant to hit 30 degrees tomorrow.

Are we leaving the house at all? Are we fuck.

Fucking 30 degrees. Absolutely disgusting. If it was hitting 30 on a school day I would absolutely not be taking them to school.

Nope. Nope nope nope.

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There’s a lot of things I don’t understand in life

And the craze around fucking labubus is definitely one of them because guys what the fuck.

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I need to pack Mr 11s bag for his camping trip tomorrow. I’m so over this. This week has been insane. I want to go to bed 😭😭😭

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Do you know what it’s like to endure watching a class of 7/8 year olds playing the ukulele for half an hour in a small dinner hall with over 100 children and multiple adults sat shoulder to shoulder whilst the weather outside is almost 30 degrees and there’s no air con.

Hell.

It’s like hell.

I have a slamming headache. My eyes hurt. I’m tired. Sweat was quite literally dripping down my forehead.

And I am so done with today.

That bitch better rock up in her ice cream van today because if I don’t cool down I think I might actually melt into the floor.

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Me - I’ll definitely remember to put on suncream today, especially since I’m out all day

I did not, in fact, remember to put sun cream on.

The colour comparison between my arm and leg is actually ridiculous

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Found a north face kids hoodie in the charity shop today. Googled the retail price at £50. I got it for £2. It fits Mr 7 perfectly! Win 😎

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Sports day tomorrow, y a y (absolutely not yay) so fucking over it. I love my kids. More than life itself. But I can't be fucked to spend 5 hours of my god damn day in a field, with hay fever, in 26 degree heat, watching my kids balance an egg on a spoon and jump around in a potato sack like......... I'd rather watch paint dry. I'm sorry but I would. I loatheeeeeee sports days. Almost as much as I'm gonna loath Mr 7s ukulele concert.... A bunch of 7 and 8 year olds playing nursery rhymes on a ukulele... awesome. Doesn't that sound enthralling. i'm. so. excited.

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Received a dreaded 'brown envelope' from the school this afternoon. It was a 7 page, yes, 7 page, psychology report from the psychologist that assessed Mr 7 a few weeks ago. To summarize, he never sits still, gets distracted, doesn't listen, has zero clue what's going on, and is working about a year behind his peers. The psychologist recommended a whole bunch of shit for the school to potentially implement such as wobble chairs, fidget toys, a break every 30 minutes, 1-2-1 etc etc etc I mean to be fair to the school, they're doing a hell of a lot with him already, so I have no worries about them not following through with that kind of stuff. I need to go in for a meeting in the next couple of weeks to discuss what I think would be best...another thing to add in the diary. June can suck my dick honestly because why the fuck is everything happening.

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This song is fucking perfect love love love love

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Oops.

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God I need to cool down this fucking weather is DISGUSTING

I cantttttt

Who enjoys this

For real

Who

Because no

I can physically feel the sweat dripping down my back when I walk

Flies are flying into my eyeballs every 5 minutes, and the BUGS

EVERYWHERE WITH THE BUGS

And we live in the middle of fields next to a main road so we have loads of roadkill and the smell in this heat omggggggggggggggg

Tired of coming home wet and slathering myself in factor 50 every 4 hours otherwise my face resembles that of a baboons fucking arse.

No wind. No air con. No cloud coverage. Just HOT.

Urghhhhhhhhh

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My ADHD was RIFEEEEE today omfg. I made L wet herself. Like, actually pee in her pants a little.

We were in the kitchen. I’d made all 6 kids jacket potato’s for dinner. It wasn’t until I cooked them that I remembered that Mr 11 doesn’t like potato, so I’d cooked an extra one for no reason. Instead he just wanted a tin of soup.

So I went in the cupboard, got the soup, tipped it in a bowl, and put it in the microwave.

The microwave pinged, indicating I should stir the soup.

I was getting distracted by the washing up, so L opened the microwave and just stared at the bowl, then looked at me. I was like “yeah yeah, I’m coming to stir the soup”

Except it wasn’t soup

It was beans.

I’d cooked a whole tin of beans.

And I’d had no idea.

I TIPPED THE ENTIRE CONTENTS INTO A BOWL AND NOT ONCE DID I NOTICE IT WASN’T SOUP.

AND THE WORST PART, IS THAT MR 11 DOESNT LIKE BEANS EITHER.

Omgggg

I was so mad at myself

L is such an intuitive egg and easily clocked that I was getting overwhelmed so she carried on making the rest of the meal. We made beans on toast for some of the other kids instead and then continued to make Mr 11 his soup.

L also knows how much food I waste weekly because I completely forget to put stuff back in the fridge/freezer so she put all the stuff away too.

Jesus Christ.

So over it.

The random impulsiveness also kicked in.. because one minute we were watching a documentary and the next minute we’d booked tickets to London to go watch a couple of reality tv stars do a live show so… yeah… it’s going well thanks for asking