So my huband went to India

Well in a subject matter jump, since I'm either banging on about myself or fatshion, here's a good ol' what the Brodricks have been up to post. For anyone who doesn't know, Brian was invited to a wedding for two of his colleagues...in India. 

We knew that it would be all kinds of logistical hell for both of us to get there sans kids and his reasoning was "Well you're going on a girl's trip to Bali" so he went solo. And had a ball. Here's a couple of pics to prove it: 

 

 

 As you can see, while away he's become a fan of the selfie. LOL

While the husband's away, the wifey will play - Day 1

So pretty much bang on 24 hours ago, I walked away from the airport with 2 hysterical children and the third one who I suspect may have some sort of narcissistic complex going on as he found his siblings crying so amusing. So yeah, that was fun.

The night started nicely enough with dinner with friends before heading off for the husband and the son of some friends to catch their flight (for those not in the know, he's jetsetting to India for a Wedding).  It was all downhill from there. Check in took almost an hour and a half. Try amusing 3 tired kids in International departures. Honestly you can really only look at good ol' Aussie souveniers like Sheeps Placenta in a tube for so long. So Daddy checks in, comes back to us and it's all smiles and hugs. Then the reality hits in of what's happening.

 So eventually I'm free of the airport and the crying quietens down to snivelling, so me, in my wisdom, decided to distract the kids I'll open the sunroof. So I say "Hey guys, have a look at all the stars and the moon (it was a full moon) and see if you can see any planes". Cue hysterical crying again because I said "planes" and planes remind Mr 9 that Daddy has gone away. Sigh. Was a long drive home.

So after having to endure all of that last night I decided that I needed some pampering today. So today we had PJ day...all freakin day. I'm still in my PJs as I type. How awesome is that? Bogan, but awesome. I've also decided to reward myself with a few other things.

See this crap on the bench left over from dinner. Yeah well it's after midnight and it's still sitting there. Take that anally retentive husband.

And see this bed. I'm gonna sleep on the right. Actually screw it, I'm sleeping sideways right across the whole damn thing. And no children allowed. It's mine, all mine. Mwhahahhahhahaha.





A girl could get used to having no husband around. :P

A photo a day - Nawwww, I love my husband

As soon as I saw this in the window next door to work I knew it was perfect for the husband. Especially since he's such a smart as and says shit like this all the time. I'm thinking that they must have some cards in there just perfect for him.

A photo a day - One with me in it for a change

A family trip to Queenscliff beach. Weird ass angle photo courtesy of Miss Three.

Approximately 8 years and 34 weeks ago...

...I walked out of the bathroom carrying a white stick. I sat on the bed next to my sleeping husband and didn't say anything. I couldn't. The words just wouldn't come out. I sat there for a few minutes quietly sobbing until it woke him up. He bounced straight up obviously concerned seeing me just sitting there crying. I still couldn't talk. I just thrust that white stick out at him. He took one look at those two blue lines and in typical Brian fashion uttered the words "What are you crying for dickhead? I thought that's what you wanted." Hell yes, it was what I wanted.  I was surprised it happened so bloody quickly, but yes it was what I wanted without a doubt.

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So now it's the morning of his 8th birthday. Again I feel like quietly crying. 

My baby is eight. Where did that time go? Everyday I thank my lucky stars that he is in it. 

Yes we have some not so good days (he's stubbon and pig headed just like me, so really I cannot expect any different), but they are out weighed by the millions of "I love yous" I get. They are outweighed by the bear hug cuddles I get. They are outweighed by the drawings of me I get given. They are outweighed by the little (well not so little anymore) boy who still runs down the hallway to come flying into his mum's arms when I get home from work. These things I cherish. It won't be long now before it's not "cool" to be doing any of those things.

Happy 8th Birthday Baby Boy. xx
Love you to the moon and back.

And then a big brown shark came

Anyone that's a first time parent will be familiar with all the horror stories that get inflicted on you from the moment that you pee on stick. Apart from the obvious your child being ill or worse the one thing that really struck a chord of horror with me was the dreaded poo stories. In particular the poo painting and pooing in the bath. So for me it probably was a small stroke of good luck that two of my three kids have bowel issues causing constipation. In almost eight years we've had only one poo painting incident (which admittedly did cause lots of gagging and retching on my part) and had no bath incidents...

...until last week.

I was at work and getting just a tad annoyed that I'd been trying to phone Brian several times on both the home phone and mobile and he wasn't answering either. When he finally called me back, I got to speak to Imogen who proudly told me "I did poos in the bath". Is it wrong that I laughed that it was Brian that it happened to? Is it wrong that I'd told all my workmates so that when he came in later that even they laughed at him?

Imogen told me that she was crying and screaming "because the poo came out" and I was laughing even more as I can only imagine my anal retentive germ phobe husband squealing even louder than her at the thought of having to clean it.

I'm still laughing now just typing this out which brings me to the video below which I immediately though of when it happened.

Gas (no, not what you're thinking - the Energy kind)

This was Brian

Rewind back to last Thursday:

You would think that finishing work at lunch time would be a fortunate thing - especially when your husband has the day off so you can spend some quality time with him and your daughter.

Fortunate probably wasn't the most apt word when I arrived home to a husband who looks like

< this.

Although I did contemplate slinking back out the front door without being seen, my curiosity got the better of me and I had to know what the cause of all the wrath was. Ah yes, the old faithful utilites. I think every household has had at least 5 phone calls to some sort of utility company when the ended up looking like the above. Today is was Origin Energy's turn. For some reason unknown to not only us, but also to Origin Energy, our gas had been disconnected. And so the saga began.

Phone call after phone call after phone call we where promised that some sort of service call had been lodged. Day after day after bloody long, bloody cold, and bloody smelly day we waited and we phoned. During this time not only did I have no gas, but this meant no hot water, no cooktop and no heating. Brian was in Sydney for a conference. Jack had some sort of Gastro bug and vomited for 3 days straight. Imogen, not be left out, decided to get in on the action and ramp up her constipation issues causing the Mt Etna of projectile vomits (Yeah sorry about that John. Hopefully your eyes have stopped burning now). Funnily enough the one child who I would have thought would have had the most issue with all of this going on was the one child that took it all in his stride and was the sanest of the lot of us. Liam was going for a Sainthood.

This was me

By the time this morning rolled around it had  been seven nights and I was going into my eighth day with no gas. It was no surprise that I looked like

this >

If I could have crawled through the phone lines and physically attacked the person or persons responsible for our lack of gas I probably would have. I was that mad this morning that I don't even really know what I said to the lady. What ever it was it must have been some serious shit because within an hour I had a service technician knocking on my door telling me he'd just turned the gas back on. I was so overjoyed that I could have kissed the guy. I'm thinking he may have realised this as he was backing away quietly as soon as he could. Or I guess it could have been the fact that I had birdsnest hair, crazy eyes and was more than likely drooling at the site of him.

Who said fishing was peaceful?

Certainly not my husband after spending the afternoon at Cunningham Pier with the boys. The boys had fun, but came home empty handed much to their disappointment.

As for me, well after having a girly day at home with just Imogen and myself, I headed out to a girly night with dinner with friends at Fresh Chilli in Wyndham Vale. Have to be honest and say that the service was a little average, but the food was brilliant. If you're even in the area, definitely check it out.

I have a confession to make

For those of you that are Fb friends, you might remember the Globe sock fiasco. Here's the link to refresh your memory: Globe sock fiasco

Well I have a confession to make. Yesterday while hunting for socks (all our black socks are dumped in one drawer because, well because I'm a shithouse house wife), the first pair that I pulled out happened to be his globe ones. Rather than screw up my nose at the tryhardness of them, I thought stuff it, I'm only wearing them to work so no one will know. But I'm coming clean because they are the most comfortable socks EVAH. But Shhhh. Don't tell Brian that.

And I mean REALLY.

Day two of no home phone thus no internet. Unless I use my mobile phone for either and let me tell you that is an ultimate fail in itself. I have walked in and out of every room in this house. Have been out the front, have been out the back and yes there is a consensus – 3 really sucks for coverage. And I mean REALLY.

On the plus side, I really like this house. I'd like it much more if the person who inspected it (who shall remain nameless since I've given it too him enough about it I think) failed to notice some not so little missing details – like the big hole under the bench where a dishwasher is supposed to go, like the absence of an airconditioner and to add insult to injury there is not even any fly screens on doors or windows so we can't even let a breeze run through the house unless we want to be mauled by mozzies. We have a brilliant kitchen though. Bench space galore. Cupboard space galore. Love it. And surprisingly the kids bedrooms are much larger than I expected. So we've managed to get all their stuff in them, so they're happy and feel like they're right at home.

F is for Friday (amongst other things)

This week was on of those weeks that seem to drag forever and tonight couldn't come around fast enough. I resisted temptation (and by George, it's killing me) but I am NOT posting under the influence. I so want to be though. Why oh why is there so many calories in Red?

Anyway, enough lamenting - this week has been interesting to say the least. So here's some random musings and carry ons from this week:

• My gorgeous photogenic child has gone a growth spurt and is looking, well how can I say it, ummm goofy. In the space of 4 days he's lost 3 teeth and his one remaining front tooth is also loose. My feelings on loose teeth are the same as those on loose wet hair. I swear I'll vomit if this kids waves his loose tooth at me again tonight.

• On the subject of vomiting, Brian sends me this photo of what he thinks is his broken ankle. After turning the phone around different ways, I finally realised that I was looking down his leg and the big *blerk* lump *blerk* on the right is his ankle. Thankfully it turned out to be only tissue damage and bad swelling. But still *blerk* all the same.
  

• So yesterday was D-day for our house sale to go unconditional. We where so excited, can't believe it was happening. Than BAM...no confirmation from buyer. Unbeknown to us, there is apparently a leeway of 2 clear working days after this date for them to still to back out by having their finance fall through. They have verbal confirmation of their finance, but nothing in writing. So now we're in limbo. It's a 30 day settlement. We're meant to be moving in 7 days. So now we won't know until Monday what's happening. I want to scream. Do I pack this weekend or not? Grrrr.
  

Oh Nomnomnom

Well the plan for tonight was for John to come over for dinner then we'll go for a walk. Yeah, that was the plan. Instead we went out for dinner and ate enough that we need to walk a few days to burn it off. Ooops.

So anyway, we tried out Outback Jacks since I've never been there before. The kids had a ball since there is a playground there (note to Shaz, don't go if it's raining as it's not undercover) and the kids meals are huge and come with ice cream with topping for dessert.

And if I thought the kids meals where huge, my eyes where bulging out of my head when ours came out. Here's the evidence:

And just because I'm a bitch wife: Oh Nom Nom Nom

Love you forever Barbeque Nerd

Remember this song? I do. I'll never forget.

This post is brought to you by the letter B and the number 37

A big Happy Birthday to my gorgeous husband.

















Love you forever xx

Isn't this just the cutest face ever?

Nothing makes my day brighter than this little princess joining me on my lunch break. Oh and Brian being there too (I'd better add incase he's reading LOL)

Some people are assholes

My vent is that at 2am a bunch of *not very nice people* decided that hanging on to a wheelie bin through their car window while flying down the street was an awesome idea. Yeah real awesome you *not nice people* when said bin slams into Brian's parked car.




















So now he has taillights all broken on one side, back quarter panel dented and scratched and a chipped back window. The cowardly *not nice people took off. So now not only am I stuck paying excess after another *not nice person* who shouldn't have a license backed into my car in the work car park and took off, now we're paying excess on Brian's car as well.


Merry *Naughty In And Out Word* Christmas.



















Oh and to add to my woes...I was paying off my oral surgeon $100 a month and decided just to pay it all and get it out of the way. So just yesterday I paid him $800. Great. That's $800 I could have paid towards the excess. AND, today I get a phone call from after school care saying that Jack has hit his face on another kid's head and has knocked one of his front tooth loose. Noice. Sigh. Lucky it's a baby tooth and he wasn't too distressed.

Do we look like our Daddy??

While I was doing some tidying (yes, yes ha ha I know Kylee tidying up is funny) I happened to come across a photo of Brian from when he was really little. At a guess I'd say he is 3ish so I thought I'd compare it to some current pics of our boys.

 This is Liam at 4.5years and Jack at 3.5 years.

Funny thing is, everyone has always said that Liam looks so much like Brian and Jack so much like me, but in these pictures I think Jack looks like a clone of Brian. What does everyone else think?

Finally Brian gets his dream garden

After years of begging, pleading and annoying I finally relented and told Brian he could do what ever he wanted with his garden. Well almost - I stipulated that there had to be at least some grass for the kids and room for their trampoline and sandpit.

Here is his result so far:

Not exactly what I would call my ideal garden, but it's drought tolerant and I guess that's all that really matters right now.

So for his finishing touches he still needs to line his paths with river rocks and put in some ground cover type plants.

I'll be grateful when it's finished.