There is far too much

swearing in this world. And far too little consideration.

I take care not to swear in front of my children. Every now and then I let a little one slip, and no doubt it comes back in some random way. Lexi asked if she could watch the bloody Wiggles the other day. And I felt awful, because I had let her down by letting that slip in front of her.

But when people feel the only way in which they can express themselves is by swearing, or interspersing what would otherwise be normal conversation with swearing, then, well, to be honest I just find it sad. And very tempting to give them a dictionary for their next birthday.

The English language has a veritable plethora of words to use. So why ensure that cussing makes its way into each sentence? There is simply no need.

So next time you stub your toe, try focusing on what is happening and not on expletives. Or simply say ow. You never know who might be listening.

It's hard to believe

that in 12 hours, 3 years ago, I had just had my second incredibly strong contraction whilst waiting for a sizing ultrasound for miss T.

I had gestational diabetes so they had to monitor her growth with repeated ultrasounds, and I was on insulin 4 times a day. And sitting in the waiting room I said to my friend "how funny would it be if I went into labour here". And within minutes I had the first contraction.

So many memories come flooding back. The looks of confusion on the faces of the staff because "this has never happened". The look on my friend's face. The feelings I was experiencing. The terror I felt when, after the first hour, they conducted the sizing scan and told me she was nearly 9 lb.

And so for the following 25.5 hours so much happened, which I won't go into, but when she did eventually arrive she was a lovely 7lb 2oz, not 9lb.

But I'm sure I'll post some mushy stuff on her actual birthday.

It's funny though. I went into labour at 10am on 30 June 2009. Little miss was born at 11.50am on 1 July 2010. An entire (financial) year later. Makes you wonder about twins born a day apart - one at 11.59pm and the other at 12.01am the following day. Well, it makes me wonder anyway.

And I'm feeling sadness that I'll never go through that again. Even though I know my little family unit is complete. But still, there is that feeling. You can't run away from it. It will always be there. It is the eternal mother.

I am conscious of every breath now. Times 4. My own, and my three wonderful babies.

And am blessed to have them in my life.

Some people

are just born to do what they do. You can see as they are carrying out their work or activities related to their work that they absolutely love it, and are good at it.

I was lucky enough to meet one of those people today. Someone who got his PhD at 27. Amazing. I know. Freakiest thing is he got his PhD in the subject matter that if I were to ever attempt a PhD would be it. And further to my last grammar post, that was appalling.

So I attended a great seminar today, had a chat to the presenter before and after, and work went brilliantly again today.

So work life is great, there is no denying it.

The kids are fab. Well, they have their moments, but overall they are fab.

Just a shame that some other parts of my life are not so fab. But you do what you can do.

Isn't it amazing though the things we tell ourselves to justify our actions? Me for example - I tell myself that it is okay to eat copious amounts of bacon, because in doing so I am actually making my arteries work, which is exercise, so effectively I am making sure they work as best they can. I drink a lot of coffee because caffeine elevates the heart rate, and by elevating the heart rate the heart exercises. Others justify their actions, or even their inaction, in whatever way they do. And whilst it doesn't make sense to anyone externally, it must make sense to them. In some peculiar way.

So you see, there are ways in which we can justify things that, whilst they make perfect sense to us, are completely illogical at the same time.

I think there's something in that for all of us.

Now I want bacon.

Grammar.

Why do so few people place importance on grammar?

Aside from the appalling text speak that plagues facebook and twitter and all manner of everything else, there are the errors in expression that annoy me, so I'm going all out now.

Its and it's. Rule of thumb? If you can replace the "it" with "his" or "her" then there is no apostrophe.

For example: "The dog hurt its paw." "The dog hurt his paw." No apostrophe.

Another example: "It's another story." "He's another story." No brainer. Completely changes the meaning. Apostrophe.

His and he's. His is possessive. "It is HIS toy". He's is a shortening of HE IS. "He's a boy."

There, their and they're. There is a place. "My car is over there." Their demonstrates ownership. "It is their car." They're is a shortening of they are.

"They're going to their car which is parked over there."

Should have or should of. This one irks me no end. Remove the should and see how it sounds. "I should have gone out." "I have gone out." Fine. "I should of gone out." "I of gone out." Wrong.

I could literally go on forever. But I won't.

Just thought I'd play teacher for a bit.

By the way, I had a sensational day at work today. I truly love my job. I am one lucky chickadee.

I don't sleep

on the train on the way to work. The trip lasts for 21 minutes, so it is ample time for a catnap. But I have seen too much and heard too much to ever let that happen. I imagine that should I ever allow it, I would be rudely awoken by the inadvertent gutteral snore that would escape my throat as my head fell floppily backwards, jolting me back into reality, realising I was dribbling, whilst finding myself leaning against the random person beside me, who would be, no doubt, playing something on their iphone or listening to 80s music that wasn't even popular back then.

Today I closed my eyes though. I had a microsleep. Actually I had three. I know this because I was awake at one station and found my eyes mysteriously shaking themselves awake and into focus at the announcement of the next. Three times. Funnily enough I didn't have a lot of sleep last night. Just for something different. But it was a tad less than usual. To the point where at 3.45am I was just wishing morning would come so at least then the night would be over. And the kids were all fine. Just randomly stirring more than usual, and I am a light sleeper so that was that really. That and Tabitha ending up in my bed at around 3am. She is however a lot better than Lexi. Lexi kicks. And rolls. And thrashes. And I end up with a knee to the head at random moments throughout the night. That said she is much better since her tonsils and adenoids came out.

I try not to encourage the kids to come into bed with me overnight. In the morning, yep, that's fine, everyone pop in and have a cuddle. But overnight is time I need to sleep. Doesn't always happen, but I like to facilitate the process for if it is going to happen. Which of course it doesn't. Often. I think I'm rambling.

I was sure I had a point when I started this little conversation with myself. Actually that makes me realise something. I think why I don't mind this forum is it means I can have that little conversation here and there and feel as though perhaps I am not just having it with myself. And if you are wondering, yes, all this information would be going through my head, some of it being spoken aloud, with responses, if this forum were not available. I'm ok with that. It's healthy to express oneself.

I had chips and salad for lunch today. There was bacon in the salad. It's ok. I'm not turning vegetarian. Made up for it by having left over pork belly from last night for dinner. Sensational. Absolutely sensational.

Tabitha turns 3 on Sunday. I can't believe it. Where has the time gone? Actually no I won't say that. I know where it has gone. Back. Or forth. Or somewhere. But it has been. And in that time I have an entire brainload full of memories to love and cherish and look back upon. And it is now I realise that our brain is not a finite space. It expands as the lives of our children go on, as it is constantly filling with more of them, every minute of every day. And will do so until that brain ceases to function. The same happens with the heart. For every breath my kids take my heart grows just that teensy little bit more.

And now I'm feeling emotional. Not in a bad way. In an "I love my beautiful babies way".

So thank you. For essentially doing nothing except allowing me to work through my thoughts to get to this point.

And so on that note I shall bid you good night. And wonder if I snored on the train.

It's never a good sign

when you are on your way to the first of two doctor's appointments for your daughter and the phone rings to tell you appointment number 2's doctor just called in sick.

The first appointment was still on. Lexi had her 4 year old needles. A little late, but with surgery and subsequent illness this truly was the earliest we could do it.

She was a star. I mean a star. A gleaming, sparkling, amazingly shiny star. She sat on my knee, watched the needle go in, and did not even so much as flinch or utter a tiny peep. And as we were leaving she waved and said "bye!!".

And so because the next appointment was cancelled we went to Donut King, where Lexi had a pink dinosaur with purple sprinkles and I had a lovely long black.

The rest of the day was highly unproductive. By 4pm I realised I hadn't actually done a great deal, so I put on the thinking cap. I decided to pretend someone was coming over in half an hour. You've never seen anything like it. I was like the Tassie Devil cartoon, whizzing and whirring all over the place. And by 4.36pm or thereabouts the house was spotless (well, not really, but it was pretty good).

So I have decided that that will be my new cleaning mantra. Clean as though you are having visitors. Soon. That only just rang to tell you. And don't you hate that?

I did however find the time to make an amazing slow-cooked crispy skinned pork belly. Seriously good. Too good in fact. So good in fact that all of the crackling is gone. Well, it doesn't reheat well, does it? I was really protecting the kids from a bad porcine experience. Taking one for the team. Noble aren't I......

I'm baaaaack

Well, after a lengthy absence, I am back.

Why?

Well, I could say I needed an outlet, but that wouldn't be entirely true, because I don't want this to be a vent to the world forum. I think I just kind of missed it.

Things for me have changed. A lot. I won't go into the details, suffice to say that now it is just me and the three.

So we are busy busy. Life is going ahead in leaps and bounds. I have found myself an amazing job, loving the work I am doing and the people with whom I work. I definitely chose the right profession. Well, second time around anyway. Or maybe third... or is that fourth......

The kidlets. Oh. My. So much has happened.

Mini me has had her first surgery. The massive tonsils were removed, along with the adenoids, still some persistent hearing loss, and a few other issues that are being investigated. So we spend most weeks at the doctors, speech therapist, hospital, various other places, and she always has a smile on her face. Such a wonderful little being.

Mini chick. Well. She is nearly 3. And as each day goes by the terrible 2s seem to be dissipating. Cos lordy me they were fully in force. For such a long time. She can be such an angel. However she often just chooses not to be. I think it would have caused me more grief save but for the fact that I see so much of myself in her it isn't funny.

Mini dude. Star. Climber. Trouble. Adorable. Such a lil spunk. Always on the go, talking more and more each day, and just a joy. He still doesn't sleep through, but I can deal with that. I have never had good sleepers. Sad to say he seems to have followed mini me's example in that he also gets night terrors. And he is loud. And they are heartbreaking. But we deal with them.

And so, for now, that is all I shall offer. But I hope that I shall continue on where I once travelled, and blog on a semi-regular basis.

Hopefully there are some people out there to read.

And that, for now, is all.