Well its started again

Advance apologies if my ramblings don't seem to be coherent or even make a lot of sense - I'm pissed off...

I've been quietly waiting for this moment for the last 2 years 8 months ish. The moment when the conversation about "saving the little babies from going to Hell" would come up again. Yep I got the baptism request this morning.

This time however it was disguised as "Nick was asking why his brother and sister aren't baptised, he wants them to have god parents just like he does". Like fuck he does. When John mentioned this to me my response was

"When Nick has finished his homework tonight I will ask him if he asked that, or if your mother is pulling crap out of her arse again"

Guess what - apparently I'm horrible and not willing to accept anything and go out of my way to disagree with anything that originates from Johns parents. Funny that. We got blackmailed into getting Nicholas baptised - the exact words were "if you don't baptise him we will disown you and your son" - I ask you what sane mother says that to her only child. I backed down that time after a lot of arguing. When John began his tirade this morning about how I never flex when it comes to accepting his family and their religion I quietly reminded him of our agreement and the statement that was the ONLY reason I allowed Nick to be baptised. John bowed his head and when I told him that this will not be discussed any further he agreed - no more of my children will be baptised as long as I draw breath. Extreme you may say, but not in my world it isn't.

Why on earth should I be bullied into doing things against my wishes and beliefs. Why should my substantially larger family be once again forced to go to church for a ceremony that none of us believe in. Why should I give my hard earned money to a church we will never step foot in again. Why - apparently because me and my family are less important when it comes to our chosen lifestyles. My family aren't a pack of satanists, we are also not followers of standard religion - we all have our own minds, and thoughts and do as each individual has chosen to. Whether it be pagan, atheist, agnostic or christian - we don't under any circumstances ram our own personal beliefs down the collective throats of others.

I made a promise to John when Nick was born that his children would be given every opportunity to learn about the Polish Catholic beliefs of their father and his parents - but at the same time I will be teaching them my pagan beliefs along with the fundamentals and basics of a lot of other religions and ways of life - I live a life of knowledge and its only the uneducated that suffer in my world. When they are old enough they can choose their own paths. They could become Hari Krishna's if they wish - its a personal thing. I have always held that belief, and have always said that when each child is old enough to decide for themselves I would never question them if they said they wanted to be baptised - because THEY decided. So why now has he brought this shit up again - does he have so little respect for me. I know his parents think I am less worthy than belly button lint but surely John is intelligent enough to censor what information he passes on to me. Surely he can tell them himself that its NEVER going to happen so they should crawl back under their narrow-minded little rocks.

Now to speak to the eldest child - and I suspect once again prove my mother in law is a conniving lier.....

I need some ME time STAT

I think the time has come for me to do something for me.

Matthew is 10 weeks old now, can you believe how fast that's gone. When I had Nick and Ava at about this point in time I was either back at work or gearing up to be in the next week. Not this time, a longer break was planned, not without sacrifice and certainly not without arguments. I have been all about my family for these 10 weeks and have given my all to them with little or no thanks in return. I know that I'm not alone in the SAHM stakes when it comes to all give and no take but I'll be damned if I let it become the way things stay in MY house.

Firstly, I need some sleep. Sure Matthew is sleeping a lot better during the night than his sister did - or does, but that doesn't mean I'm not exhausted. I'm running on a mixture of zombie like stealth and caffeine, I'm sure its amusing from the outside.

Secondly, I need to embark on some deforestation. I'm mortified to say that I have been neglecting this task of late. Top to toe needs some maintenance. No further detail to be discuss, but I could use some agent orange if they have any left over from the Vietnam "conflict"

My hair I'm happy to say that it was the first step of the "me" time process. It came at a cost. I may have short hair but it is thick and the colouring in complex. It took 7 hours to do my latest cut and colour. This is of course not at an actual salon, Karen does it in my parents kitchen, so its done at a casual pace, mind you with 4 colour layers and all that processing time it wouldn't be far off that time in "salon" time - imagine the cost...

I need a facial, a proper one, not an at home job. You could pack for a month long cruise using the bags under my eyes. I'm afraid I might be looking my age, cant have that. I need a manicure and a pedicure. My nails are cracked and splitting, I want my acrylics back. My feet are horrendous, how can feet get so bad when all I seem to wear are my moccasins or thongs? I did paint my toenails though, I suppose that's something. I would like a real excuse to put a full face of makeup on - last time was a funeral, that's NOT a good reason..

I need to be able to read, my books are getting neglected, I will have forgotten the "story" by the time I get back to them. Night is my traditional reading time but I cant bring myself to sacrifice the little bursts of sleep I get. Sorry books, I haven't forgotten you.

I think the biggest thing I need out of all this cosmetic pampering is I need to find that little bit of time each day to turn off the "mum" and remind myself that I am a woman. An intelligent woman not a vomit covered washing machine with a vacuum arm extension and a baby in the other. Pity I cant see any of this happening in the near future..

A bit of mindlessness

I dont really have anything to say, but for some reason feel compelled to say it anyway.

Lets see, I can tell you about our weekend. It was cup weekend this weekend just passed. I know cup day is technically not part of the weekend, after all the first Monday in November is actually a working day. Seeing as Johns workplace shut down for some unknown reason, I suspect management laziness, and Im not currently working it is theoretically *still* weekend in our house. Well that was the long way of saying "woo hoo 4 day weekend" lol.

Day 1 - Saturday.

Normal Saturdays in the castle consist of a swimming lesson for Nick and a lot of shopping, cleaning and general household spiffing up. Nick had still not had his hives/rash that he came home from camp with calm down enough for me to want him jumping into chlorinated water so we cancelled this weeks lesson. One less thing to do, instead we set him and his sister up in his bedroom with a DVD and a giant bowl of popcorn. Best way to get them out of the hair so that things can be accomplished. Lovely nose twitch and some sparkly stars flying by and he house is shining just like a furniture polish commercial. Truth is I dont need a full day to complete this task as I do it daily but I like to still say Saturday is cleaning day and once thats done I do nothing.. Not this Saturday though, because it was Halloweeen - cue spooky music - we had some serious costume wearing to do.

A fun evening had by all, our lil Fairy Princess, Death, the Skellyboy and Bogan Shazza.

Day 2 - Sunday.

Well I can say without any problems, we did NOTHING.. Sat arse on couch with family and played PS3 all damned day long.. Wonderful day

Day 3 - Monday.

In true John form we had to "make up" for the do nothing Sunday so it was all systems go. Lawns mowed, then whippersnipped, then plucked of weeds and mowed again - I will never understand Johns need to "remow" the just mown lawn.. Hows sparkled up again, between bouts of checking my farms and fishtanks on facebook. Washing done.

Day 4 - Tuesday.

Ahhhhhh cup day. I've always been a bit of a hobby "punter" sitting down reading the form guide and make calculated guesses at which horsie will win has always been on my list of fun things to do. Of course I do it only when I can truely afford to lose any money I chose to bet with - its not often these days, so I take great advantage of cup day these days. I must admit its also a secret pleasure that I am better at picking a winner than John - and he likes to discuss tips and form with his mates, putting the "expert" spin on things and generally taking rubbish. Im a quiet punter, I pick my horse - no method at all just hunch, then sit back and see what happens. I often dont even watch the race, just check my TAB account balance later and see if I won or not.. Yesterday true to form I picked 5 winners and multiple place getters throughout the day but nothing in the actual cup. John picked one 1st and 2nd - in the cup and only because I said "how funny would it be if it was Shocking Crime Scene" he later admitted he only put those horses on because I found it amusing - he STOLE my horses lol.. Happy day, all my winnings, about $250 all up are going straight into my tattoo savings fund - yay, not huge money bet or won but it helps me so yay..

Now back to the "grind" of the working week, well for John, for me its homelife back to normal, just me and the kids and multiple little busy tasks to stop what appears to be Ava's ultimate goal in life - to destroy the house...