Spoilt like mad

Lisa it's your birthday...Happy Birthday Lisaaa.

The Simpsons.

I always replaced Lisa with Debbie, but I hum it every birthday.

I turned 26 yesterday, The Daddy Man said i am still in my mid twenties. I don't know whether to believe him, when does mid become late??

That's kind of scary as it looms ahead. You know I still feel 18, young and fresh, waiting for where the world determines I fit.

I do feel less naive though, I have learnt much these past 12 years. I cannot drink a bottle of vodka anymore without vomiting!

It's interesting, I am a woman now, not even on that cusp of girldom and womanhood. Just a straight up woman! Age is my future, youth my past. But I still don't have any wrinkles....for now.

I was looking up stuff that happened the day I was born around the world.

Nothing exciting seemed to happen, no caught serial killers or miss universe debacles.

But I share my day with a few coolio people

One of my fave comedians and i share our birthday!

Benjamin Franklin

She is pretty swell, and we share the same name! (my middle name)

My day consisted of - 

11:45am: I was woken up after a glorious sleep in, to bacon and eggs.

12:30pm: After finishing the breakfast of all breakkie's, the kids jumped in bed and proceeded to massage my feet and shoulders. I checked my facebook and discovered over 100 Birthday messages.

12:45pm-3pm: I played Just dance kids on wii with my boys, ate a scrumptious lunch and spoke to my dad on the phone.

3pm: The Daddy Man disappeared for a few hours and left me home with the kidlets, the kids tidied the lounge room without being asked and put the dishes away

4pm: The kids had still barely been naughty and sat quietly watching a movie.

5:30pm: The Daddy Man came home bearing gifts! A foot beauty set, a large bottle of electric pink vodka, a zombie wii game (which rocks mind you) and wii guns!

6:30pm: My surprise favourite meal arrived...CHINESE. 

For 17 weeks I haven't had one dose of Chinese because of my eating plans, this was a wonderful surprise.

7:00pm: The Daddy Man brought out a gorgeous surprise mud cake that we all devoured.

7:30pm: The kids went to bed and The Daddy Man and I cracked open my new bottle of vodka, enjoyed drinks and watched a movie.

It was a lovely birthday and I am so happy I have a wonderful family to share it with.

Through the course of the whole day I didn't lift a finger. No housework, no cleaning, no cooking. AMAZING!!

I woke up this morning in a food coma with the post birthday blues. I had dishes and washing to do. But the kids have carried their great behaviour over and I feel on top of the world!

xx Spoilt Mummy

I wish the world was perfect.

Today's blog was inspired by Lady Fabulous from B-M-Idontcare

From what I have read over the past few weeks, she is an indescribably resilient woman. She has had many a knock yet picks herself up and knocks right back. Time after time. My hat goes off to you.

I  have never had problems conceiving, in fact at times I have had problems not conceiving.

 Let me explain. 

It has been a running joke in our family for years that The Daddy Man has to only walk past me and I will be with child.

 I was a teen mother three times (2 alive and one in heaven), I was an early 20's mother three times.

 Coming from a tiny family of English expats I wanted 8 kids and people would laugh at me. 

Eventually The Daddy Man and I reached a decision that 4 would suit.

And then came along little Hboy with his whole "surprise, I'm coming" and we settled for 5. 

I have always been a maternal person, the new baby smell sends shivers of excitement down my spine. Having a baby/toddler/child on each hip was a meant to be for me, I am lucky enough to have achieved that.

 I believe that every couple that yearns for children deserves that choice.

 It is my belief that couples who have difficulty conceiving or sustaining are robbed of the most precious gift life can give.

My heart aches for the couples who desperately desire what I have. 

 And as my 5 chillies snore in their beds metres away from me, I am thankful. 

I am lucky, Oh so super duper gigantically lucky.

I was a child of the system, the foster care system.

 Although my stay was fairly brief I was surrounded by children who would not leave until they became an adult.

 Their parents did not give a toss or they were placed in this system because of unsafe and FUCKED UP situations.

 I remember one of the other children who stayed in the same home as I did, tell me about her mother using drugs in front of her, hiding syringes in her younger siblings nappies and leaving drugs in easily accessible places. Another child had suffered horrific sexual and physical abuse at the hands of people who were meant to cherish their gift. Their child.

Thinking back It makes me feel so very sad. All I can think is WHY???

 Why can people who would be wonderful suitable parents not conceive or sustain, yet the dregs of the planet breed like rabbits.

I rarely judge..Amazing parents come in all forms. Young, Older, Old.

But so do shit parents.

 I wish it was a perfect world, oodles would be different.