Hi!
Hi!
I'm Rachelle, and I live in Preston with my other half, my 2 boys aged 11 and 18 months, and my 2 step sons aged 8 and 5.
Yes, its a mad house.
I am a relatively normal Mum. Well, as normal as can be. I have an unhealthy obsession with the Manic Street Preachers, I consider myself the UK's number 1 Pink tribute act, and I have a tendancy to sing rather loudly in my car at the traffic lights with the window open. Believe me, its very tiring being your own lead singer, backing singer, backing dancer, choreographer, manager.... I really don't get the recognition I deserve. (For those that don't know me, yes I am taking the piss. Mostly).
My kids are also run of the mill boys. For example, my 18 month old has a pet baseball bat.
He takes it for a walk every morning and talks to it. He takes it outside into the garden and crouches down to have a poo whilst engaged in an intense conversation with the bat. (He has a nappy on - we don't make him shit in the garden. We leave that to the neighbours cat. The twat.)
My eldest son is a real life Sheldon Cooper. I have to negotiate his OCD, manic mood swings and his photographic memory. He's not a child I can get away with fobbing off to keep him quiet, as 3 weeks later he'll appear with a piece of paper dated and timed with details of me agreeing to take him to the Arndale Centre where he can fleece me in the Lego store and Five Guys.
My other half has the patience of a saint. I make it my daily mission to make his life a living hell, and seek different ways every day to torture him. I have Bipolar Type 2 Disorder, and sometimes intentionally skip my meds just to make life interesting. It amuses me even if he doesn't find it funny.
If I didn't have enough to do with keeping this zoo in order, I also work as a full time Undertaker at the funeral home down the road from me. My youngest goes to the nursery next door, which isn't always a good thing, as the most common words I hear shouted over the fence are his name usually followed by 'put that child down!!'.
Numerous pals of mine have suggested that I start a blog, as my life is not so much parenting as crisis management. It's full of laughter, tears, poos, tantrums; and that's just me before lunch. So welcome to my blog, enjoy the ride, here we go!!
I'm Rachelle, and I live in Preston with my other half, my 2 boys aged 11 and 18 months, and my 2 step sons aged 8 and 5.
Yes, its a mad house.
I am a relatively normal Mum. Well, as normal as can be. I have an unhealthy obsession with the Manic Street Preachers, I consider myself the UK's number 1 Pink tribute act, and I have a tendancy to sing rather loudly in my car at the traffic lights with the window open. Believe me, its very tiring being your own lead singer, backing singer, backing dancer, choreographer, manager.... I really don't get the recognition I deserve. (For those that don't know me, yes I am taking the piss. Mostly).
My kids are also run of the mill boys. For example, my 18 month old has a pet baseball bat.
He takes it for a walk every morning and talks to it. He takes it outside into the garden and crouches down to have a poo whilst engaged in an intense conversation with the bat. (He has a nappy on - we don't make him shit in the garden. We leave that to the neighbours cat. The twat.)
My eldest son is a real life Sheldon Cooper. I have to negotiate his OCD, manic mood swings and his photographic memory. He's not a child I can get away with fobbing off to keep him quiet, as 3 weeks later he'll appear with a piece of paper dated and timed with details of me agreeing to take him to the Arndale Centre where he can fleece me in the Lego store and Five Guys.
My other half has the patience of a saint. I make it my daily mission to make his life a living hell, and seek different ways every day to torture him. I have Bipolar Type 2 Disorder, and sometimes intentionally skip my meds just to make life interesting. It amuses me even if he doesn't find it funny.
If I didn't have enough to do with keeping this zoo in order, I also work as a full time Undertaker at the funeral home down the road from me. My youngest goes to the nursery next door, which isn't always a good thing, as the most common words I hear shouted over the fence are his name usually followed by 'put that child down!!'.
Numerous pals of mine have suggested that I start a blog, as my life is not so much parenting as crisis management. It's full of laughter, tears, poos, tantrums; and that's just me before lunch. So welcome to my blog, enjoy the ride, here we go!!
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