I Am Rubbish...It's Official. (But I Do Have An Award For Being Good...)

So, I was supposed to be going out tonight. It's like my pesky kids knew. Little girl woke at 2am demanding to come in our bed. I was too tired to protest. Later on big girl came in the bedroom and tried to climb in too. I asked husband what time it was, he replied nearly 7am, so I trekked downstairs with her to get some Shreddies before looking up at the clock and discovering the real time was the unsociable hour of 5.45am. So we climbed back up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire and I did the tiny step into her Goldilocks sized bed until she fell asleep half an hour later. Went back into our bed and husband had moved onto my side, baby girl was on his side. Both catching their zzzzs. No room for Mama. I wanted to wail with frustration and stamp my feet in protest.

Instead, I went downstairs anyway to make breakfast, packed lunch and get ready for two school runs. In a very grumpy mood. Do the kids have an inbuilt sensor that says, mummy is going out tonight, let's make her feel really grumpy and miserable so she can't enjoy it? My eldest girl hates me leaving the house, apart from to take her to school/parties/park/fun places. If I do go out she whines, 'Are you going out AGAIN!' like I am out painting the town red every night instead of once every other month. Ideally, she is the one who'd like me chained to the kitchen sink, not my husband. He relishes me going out so he can eat tins of stew meat whilst watching the Sopranos box set. In peace.

As it is, I have cancelled night out...the reasons I gave were lame...oh so lame...Tiredness, first week of school run exhaustion, skint, eyebrows out of control (again), don't like the cold and standing at train stations in freezing temperatures, oh, and my eyes sting when I close them.

I am officially RUBBISH.

Not in the eyes of Notsupermum, who I think is pretty super and she thinks I am not so rubbish. She has given me a lovely award. So thanks to you.
As required I have to include the following text:

"Blogs who receive this award are "exceedingly charming," says it's authors. This award is a fine one because it focuses not on the glory and fanfare of blogging, but in the PROXIMITY to one another through this online-world. "This blog invests and believes in the PROXIMITY--nearness in space, time and relationships. These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement! Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this clever-written text into into the body of their award."

And I have to pass this prestigious award onto 8 more bloggers. So here goes:

My favourite Auntie...who probably will never get around to uploading it but anyway, just so she knows she is loved...

39 and Counting - she is lovely and funny. A perfect combination.

Jennysmith - she has been with me for a while and I think she's fab.

Mom/Mum Wars - she is gorgeous and funny and has two cute boys. Who my girls will marry one day.

Nappy Valley - She lives where I used to live and I like hearing about her life.

Sticky Fingers - Tara is everyones friend. She is encouraging to new bloggers (and old) she is funny and she has just made the huge scary jump from full time worker to full time mum (working from home). Good luck T!

Teach My Children Well - because he is a funny fish.

And finally, Millennium Housewife because she looks like a horse. Oh, and she writes such perfect prose...funny, descriptive, surreal. I wish I could write like her...