Tuesday 23rd May
UH OH! I've started the slippery descent into t.v compulsory dross which Big Brother viewing is otherwise known as. Its too early for me to say who's who, because I've only seen this evenings because I forgot it was on, but the guy with the Tourette's comes across as the most likeable, along with that big statuesque blonde with all the hair extensions. I think that Shiraz is a very strange fish, but not necessarily the worst. The one I think I'm going to love to hate is that small wingey girl who was sobbing her heart out because she felt soooo sorry for the guy with the tourettes (but not in a patronising way, she hastened to add, but just because he'd had such a miserable life!) and then in the next breath was going into one, bitching about one of the other girls in the bathroom because she had b.o. and had sat on her hoodie. (!) Anyway needless to say thats me hooked, lined and sinkered for the rest of the summer.
Today in Tenerife, it was a cloudy day, and everybody was busy going to work or nursery. (Been watching too much Balamory). Took Lucy to the small park where she clambered up onto a bit of climbing frame I couldn't get her from when it was time to go. I eventually tempted her down with the mookbait (juice and biscuit!), and I quickly got the pushchair straps on before she could struggle free. I have perfected my vice like grip over the last 12 months or so, and now also own a pair of strong mummy arms with which to retrieve recalcitrant mini hooligans when they run amook!
After Big Brother I watched a programme called Little Angels which is abit like SuperNanny and House of Tiny Tearaways. This women had triplets who were completely out of control, before the psychologist intervened and put her on the right track. Alot of what he said was common sense, as she was wondering why mealtimes were such a disaster when she didn't have a table and the kids put their plates on the floor. It must be very hard work though, as she was a single mum. The other problem was that they didn't have a set routine. Sometimes I get so bored doing the same things at more or less the same time most days, but having seen what can happen when there is no routine, I'm inclined to stick it out.
Today in Tenerife, it was a cloudy day, and everybody was busy going to work or nursery. (Been watching too much Balamory). Took Lucy to the small park where she clambered up onto a bit of climbing frame I couldn't get her from when it was time to go. I eventually tempted her down with the mookbait (juice and biscuit!), and I quickly got the pushchair straps on before she could struggle free. I have perfected my vice like grip over the last 12 months or so, and now also own a pair of strong mummy arms with which to retrieve recalcitrant mini hooligans when they run amook!
After Big Brother I watched a programme called Little Angels which is abit like SuperNanny and House of Tiny Tearaways. This women had triplets who were completely out of control, before the psychologist intervened and put her on the right track. Alot of what he said was common sense, as she was wondering why mealtimes were such a disaster when she didn't have a table and the kids put their plates on the floor. It must be very hard work though, as she was a single mum. The other problem was that they didn't have a set routine. Sometimes I get so bored doing the same things at more or less the same time most days, but having seen what can happen when there is no routine, I'm inclined to stick it out.
posted by claire at 10:34 AM
1 Comments:
I hate the little whiney one too! I reckon she'll be really nasty when she gets going. Yes... I'm already addicted. Oh my exciting life... roll on tonight's freakfest.
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