Is it enough?

When I go to bed at night I run through a checklist in my head. It is both motivating and annoying as hell.
Did I make today enough of today.
Did I spend enough time smiling at my baby?
Did I teach my toddler anything new or spend enough time playing with him?
Did I make all the beds?
When I helped my son with his homework was I patient enough and did I explain things to him properly?
Did I have sex with my husband?
Did the washing get put away?
Did everyone get the bedtime story they asked for?
Did I drink enough water to make enough milk for my baby?
Did I send a friend some love?
Did I call my mum?
Some days I go to bed ticking off most of the boxes and I'm quite happy with myself, most nights its half maybe. It's never all the boxes. There is always something that doesn't get done. Always. There is only one of me but I feel like I'm always being pulled in a million different directions.

Am I the only one who does this? How do you make enough of a day? 

James is five!

Wednesday my James turned five.  

He is officially a big boy now. I'm only a little sad, he's just started school and now he's five, I miss him on school days, Charlie just doesn't have enough words yet for a whole conversation that doesn't involve cars or diggers. 

For the next 6 weeks I am the mum of a 6 year old, a 5 year old, a 2 year old and a 6 week old until Jack turns seven. Seven! That's even crazier than five! 

Tuesday nights efforts. Cakes in the fridge and presents wrapped. 

Seriously excited to be opening his presents before school.

Birthday boy!

Cakes for school. Worms in dirt, eww!

James got to sit in the birthday chair and call people up to receive their cakes. Special treatment or what?

My cuitie pie at dinner on his birthday. 

Food check, drinks check. time to party! 

Sour worm ice cubes. eww!

Pass the parcel time! 

Buggy cake. 

Happy Birthday to you....

Rainbow cake time! 

So that's it, after a big busy week we've had a birthday and a party, now its all over and time for me to sleep. Jack and I are already in talks about his birthday, sigh. My little boys are really not so little anymore. 

Drowning Not Waving

A lot of people have asked me how I'm going and how life is with four kids. 

Well I won't lie, life with four is crazy and by the time I have tucked the last boy into bed all I want to do is crawl into bed myself so my blog (and my husband) are being extremely ignored. 

I'm sure once William gets into a routine I'll be back in the blogging swing but for now it's very hit and miss and I'm missing it, and I miss having time to just breathe. 

Michael has just started a new job and for a whole month he's away from Monday to Friday which leaves me with four kids all by myself. it's been pretty exhausting and to add to it my James turns five on Wednesday so I have cakes to make presents to wrap and a party to organise. A mum from school was shocked when I gave her her invite she asked me if I was a sucker for punishment throwing a party when I'm not sleeping through the night (or during the day for that matter). I figure if he was an only child I would still be giving him a party so just because there are four of them doesn't mean they should miss out, right?

1 Month

Well he was 1 month old when these pictures were taken, its just taken me a week, or two to blog them. This is Williams quilt. If he is anything like his brothers he'll be carrying it around for a few years so I decided this will be my marker for how big he is. I'll try to them every month until he turns one. What better thing to use for his month by month pictures? I didn't do these with the older boys, I don't think I had seen them until Charlie was a few months old and by then the ship had sailed. 

So here we are month one. Of course Charlie had to get in on the action. He is so in love with 'Bubba Will' I'm afraid he's going to love him to death!

Brotherly Love. 

WARNING: Gratuitous Butt Shot!

Now that you've scrolled down to see the above mentioned butt shot I'll start. Its ok I probably would have done it as well. 

For the last three days I've been trying to write a post about being to busy to post. Ironic yes?

I give up, instead here is our weekend.

Saturday our local Porters had there grand opening which included a jumping castle and Handy Manny included. Darren Lockyer was there signing his hand off and a lovely lady was painting faces, or legs as it turned out.

We came home looking like this. Jack always aiming to please his Dad,was not only dressed like a Roosters fanatic but got his leg painted just like Dads. 

Daddy and Jack~Matching. 

James~Vampire. 

James who will never be a kiss arse wanted to be a vampire so he could suck Jack's blood.  Love how his brain works.

Saturday night we had a 'special dinner' 3 courses of it in fact. Jack and I have been watching My Kitchen Rules and he wanted to make us a dinner with full table decorations so I let him go for it. I'm not sure if a pink table cloth really goes with santa napkins but he was happy.

Someone is getting sick and was in such a bad mood all weekend. Talk about mummies boy.

Sunday we went to a sports sign on/info day where the boys got to meet Shane Webcke. It was our weekend for footy really.

Now the boys just have to decide what they are going to choose out of the 50+ sports that were there. My rule is no more than 2 after school activities at this age, I chose swimming lessons so they can chose the other thing, as long as it isn't motorcycles I'll be ok. I think.

Zonked out on the way home. This is what happens by 11am when you get up at 5am.

                                        

This is what happens by 11am when your woken up at 5am. 

James lunch request. No idea where he saw this idea but it was easy to make and pretty cute.

Not toilet training but refuses to keep a nappy on. We must be headed in the right direction right?

We finished off Sunday afternoon with a home made bike ramp and my children giving me more grey hairs by riding fast at bits of wood resting on bricks. Talk about heart in your throat!

How to save ten dollars on Pavlova.

Go shopping when your in a bad mood.

Today wasn't a good day in our house, William didn't really want to sleep last night or today for that matter, it's been a yucky raining humid week and to top it off when I picked up the boys from school James teacher wanted to talk to me. 

I was crabby when we ducked into Woolies on the way home to get a few things and thought maybe a cake or something for afternoon tea would put us all in a better mood. I grabbed a pavlova. 

$4.98 not bad for afternoon tea. When we got to the checkout the pavlova scanned at $15.98. Now usually I am extra nice to people in customer service after doing my time in customer service but today I'd just had enough. I may or may not have had a few choice words to say and when the bakery man returned with the correct price I wasn't so nice to him either. Well because someone had put the pavlovas in the wrong place I walked out with a pavlova and I only paid $4.98, and you know what I felt better.