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Thursday, 23 December 2010

The truth behind those Christmas tweets.

My head is slightly frazzled but after a really challenging day some loose threads suddenly came together.  After reading an article in The Guardian by Oliver Burkeman I've been thinking a lot about the truth behind status updates.  We all know what we tweet and facebook can be a glossier version of reality.

Today I half wrote some tweets but the reality of the 'situation' here at Sickly, Snotty and Stir Crazy Towers was so dismal I couldn't bring myself to tweet them.   I don't want to come across as a whingebag, I'd rather wait until my positive outlook has been replenished. 

Oliver Burkeman's article made me think we should be open about the ups and downs.  Especially at Christmas when we all know that beneath that shiny wrapping we all have some serious challenges to meet.  So this Christmas I thought a more honest blog might be appropriate.

Julie at The Sardine tin challenged me to bleat, for those that haven't met this fab concept it is for those points that are too big to tweet and too small to blog.  I feel a bit like a pathetic sheep lost in a field of snow at the moment.  So in the spirit of being more honest here is my 'interpretation' of bleating, some tweets I did send this week, and some I didn't,  followed by the real warts and all you can't fit in 140 characters.

Just dusted of Nigella's How to be a Domestic Goddess to make Christmas Biscuits as a family.
The kitchen is covered in flour, we still have to ice the bloomin things, we've all eaten to many and are all on a sugar low.  I'll end up eating most of them and feeling cross with myself.  Watching a festive DVD or making a snowman as a family would be less messy and fraught.  Why didn't I smell a rat when Mr A started buying me cookbooks all those years back?  Where is Mr A?

I do love my mum friends but it does depress me when the conversation turns to washing powder.
I read Metropolitan Mum's post this week, about how she didn't recall 'signing up' for all those extra bits of housework when she became a mum.  Since then I've been on my feminist soapbox (what an unfortunate metaphor).  During our Christmas drinks my friends and I were also having a good old feminist rant, about how we ended up with the lion's share of housework.  Then the conversation turned to washing powder brands, at which point I threatened to leave unless we changed tack.

Kids had huge simultaneous tantrums then fell asleep. Hope this marks the end of their viruses, often find a tantrum works wonders ;)
We all had a tantrum, G was lying on the kitchen floor, L was bawling in the Wendy house and I was sobbing into a pile of wet washing.  Sometimes age 2 and 4 is a magic combination, sometimes it takes every little bit of strength I have not to lose my rag,  today I had no strength.  If you can't beat them join them.  Wishful thinking too, they woke up even grumpier and snottier. 

My dad just reminded me Christmas is just one day. Much needed perspective :)
My dad called while my laptop was dying, the poorly 4yo was shouting for snacks and the poorly 2yo was wailing from his cot.  A much needed pre-Christmas counselling session in which the 4yo was pacified by yet more Cbeebies and I sat in the rocking chair with the 2yo nodding off.  I agreed with my Dad to put the OU assignment aside until after the big day.  The frustration of not getting any studying done because the kids were too ill to go to their morning at nursery is making me a very poor Florence Nightingale.   I twitch and itch when I hear a CBeebies theme tune.

Just handed my husband a Tommee Tippee full of milk and said in all seriousness 'there you go', fortunately didn't give the 2yo my husband's glass of wine.
I am officially losing it ;)  But we laughed, and then I had a much needed G and T or two. 

Happy Christmas, you have to love the silly season, warts and all. 

I would love to invite:

to have a bleat!

If anyone else needs a good pre Christmas bleat please go ahead and comment below (or leave me your link to your bleat)  I offer you a safe space to let the stress out before the big day:

 Allaboutus and such like's fab bleats

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At 23 December 2010 at 20:12 , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Brilliant concept!

I think this should be a weekly exercise, much cheaper than a shrink, and far more entertaining for us ;-)!

Hope Sickly, Snotty and Stir Crazy Towers returns to it's normal calm healthy self very soon!

Merry Christmas!

At 23 December 2010 at 20:36 , Anonymous @jencull (jen) said...

See now I know the #ESP thing is going correctly because I have two little sickies in my house too! It is probably just as well that tweeting only allows for 140 characters or my updates would be amazingly similar to yours. I haven't had time to update FB. I hope your little ones feel better quickly and you get some sanity.

Happy Christmas. Jen

At 23 December 2010 at 20:42 , Blogger The Alexander Residence said...

Mom on a wire, I may just take you up on that challenge, maybe we can all link up. It's looking alot like the rest of the family won't be joining us on xmas day as we don't want to pass on the flu, but hey sounds like we will get multiple xmas days! Happy Christmas x

Jen I hope your two are better very soon. More to the point I hope you are coping OK, glad there's more to your tweets too ;) Happy Christmas x

At 23 December 2010 at 21:44 , Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is a brilliant post and would definitely make for a weekly linky where others can have a bleat too. It is good therapy.

Hope the children are better by Christmas day.

CJ xx

At 23 December 2010 at 22:24 , Blogger The Alexander Residence said...

Thank you CJ for the encouragement and get well wishes :) x

At 24 December 2010 at 01:31 , Anonymous Elsie Anderton said...

You bleat beautifully! x

At 24 December 2010 at 07:57 , Blogger JulieB said...

Fabulously well-written bleats. I know exactly what you mean about all of these points! Thank you for doing this :)

At 24 December 2010 at 08:19 , Blogger Trish @ Mum's Gone to... said...

I did something similar to your last bleat: wandered into the lounge with a glass of red wine and handed it to my 14 year old son instead of my husband.

At 24 December 2010 at 08:49 , Blogger Headhuntress said...

Brilliant idea, will join in when I can get to the laptop. I linked back to your blog on my Gallery post this week. You and Jenny's #ESP is hilarious. You could do a series about that alone!

I didn't realise you were doing OU. It's really hard meeting the deadlines with little children. I did my course whilst being single after divorce, working, bringing up children and setting up a new business to make ends meet. When I did my final exam, the relief was ridiculous! But I spent many times rolling around sobbing on the way.

At 24 December 2010 at 09:10 , Anonymous Anonymous said...

So cool! Sick kids are such a headache! mine are the same age *empathy* but only one has been sick this week... Oh, an I OFTEN hand the husband a bottle of milk instead of whatever he is drinking!
I might have a go at this... ;-)

At 24 December 2010 at 11:11 , Anonymous Anonymous said...

As usual - couldn't resist a good yarn...

At 24 December 2010 at 12:27 , Blogger The Alexander Residence said...

Thanks Elsie, so do you!
Julie - Thanks for Asking!
Trish ha ha! I wonder what your son thought.
Headhuntress - I don't know how you did it. I am just doing one module but I know people doing a whole degree round jobs and kids - respect!
Kailexness - love your bleats and have linked up, it was great fun getting behind your tweets :)

At 29 December 2010 at 18:16 , Blogger Kate said...

Best post I've read in weeks - and scarily close to reality. Looove it. I will 'take 5' and come back when my bleat is complete. (Sorry for my tardiness miss).

At 2 January 2011 at 23:07 , Blogger The Alexander Residence said...

Thanks Kate, you're excused! I enjoyed your bleat :)


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