Vaccinate your racism

Starting on a serious note, vaccination was a hot topic in the media over the past week.  This is something that I feel rather strongly about, I have a grandparent who died from TB, a parent who suffered from Polio (and still suffers from it’s after effects) and a nephew with brain damage from Meningitis which could have been prevented by medical staff.

None of these diseases would have been contracted or had the effects that they had on our lives if vaccination had been available, or people had done their jobs properly. Sometimes the “best defence is a good offence”.

Strangely it’s come to my attention that the main people in our society who are choosing not to vaccinate, are not those from low socio economic areas, or who didn’t finish school.  They are well educated people with high income, who to me, are just choosing to be difficult and put others at risk! (Rant over).

This segues nicely to my next tale…. while watching Wolverine with the bellboys on Friday night, Mr 8 heard that some of the characters were Canadian, to which end he informed us that this meant that they had to pray twice a day, facing a certain direction.  While we have no idea how he confused the Islamic faith (who I believe pray three times per day) with being Canadian, I’m not sure…. but it was rather entertaining.

Another hot topic last week was that of Racism in sport.  Racism of any kind in my opinion is uncalled for, but what really “gets my goat” is closed minded adults who are teaching their idiotic opinions to their children.

It’s one thing to be a racist bogan, but don’t create another generation of them.  But this always leads me to thing… does my judgement of their judgement make me no better than them?

To close up on a lighter note… we had a few more delightful questions and pieces of advice from Mr 8 last week.  The first of which being when he asked his Dad “who was your Stepmum when you were little”?  A notion that I am not so sure would fly so well with his highly traditional grandparents, but was reassuring to me as he must find out situation so normal, that he thinks everyone has a Stepmum.

Incase you were wondering, we also learned from Mr 8 that “if your apple has a black spot, don’t stick your finger in it… I did once and it was goopy”. (Please don’t judge me on my fruit bowl, while it’s not perfect, this incident could have happened at his Mums house!)

You would think that these pearls of wisdom might help in the next tale, but they did not. Late on Friday afternoon I received a text msg from Mr Bell stating that he was stuck in a meeting, and wouldn’t be home in time to take Mr 8 to football training, could I take him?  A look at the toddler with the runny nose clinging to my leg, and the 11 year old asking to play computer and I knew this wasn’t as simple as “popping everyone in the car”.

I agreed of course, on the pretence that I didn’t have to STAY at football training for 60 minutes, on a wet oval, in 3 degrees. I’d like to point out here, that the same thing happened this time last year, and I spent the evening on said oval, with babybell in the baby bjorn, while I ran about kicking footballs.

While the coach was happy to have him, and he was happy to stay, there is nothing quite so scary as leaving your child essentially on their own, somewhere you haven’t before!

Finally, Mr Bell is becoming concerned that our shopping list stuck to the fridge has turned from a list of and condiments… to a list of blog ideas.  This says a lot of my cooking skills!

Today is brought to you by the letter…..P

I would say this saga started yesterday when I tried to get a new Prescription, but the delightful receptionist at the Doctors surgery decided that I would need to see the Doctor for that Priveledge.   It took 7 days to get in with the Doctor…. and what happens dear reader when your anxiety medication runs out?  Persistent Panic!  That will be $75 thank you, to continue a medication you have been on for 10 years. 

But just Prior to this, I was surprised by the most Potent Period I have had in years, but I suppose these things happen when you have created 24 eggs in the last cycle (but that’s a story for another Post).

Yesterday I worked Part-time, at lunch I went to get the Prescription and some Pimple Preventing face wash for Mr 11.  I don’t even know what combination my own skin is, let alone his!  Also had to chose something well Priced so I could buy a second for him to take to his other house…

I also visited the Post Office, so they could rob me…

Things went well until BabyBell Pooped just before bath time…. I cleaned him up and sent him through to his bath….where he Proceeded to Poo some more… all over the bath mat, and to step in said Poop. 

I put on a load of laundry so the BellBoys would have the appropriate school clothes for the next day, when Mr 11 informs me he actually needs the other shirt as they are training in Peer support. No drama!

This morning I awoke to a husband with a persistent P#*!s.  I’ll leave that one there.

The breakfast/get ready routine was Proceeding well until I noticed Mr 8 scurry past with his underPants in hand…. “what’s up with your undies Mr 8?”  “Umm, they were too cold”. 

“Are you sure they’re cold? Perhaps are they wet?”  Touch said Pants…they are wet.

“Let’s check your Pyjamas“.  Mr 8 “They’re not wet!” (they are indeed not wet, they are soaked, as is his bed, doona and mattress.  But being Mr 8, he “hadn’t noticed”.

Thus brings a conversation about “accidents happen but please inform your Parents!”

Now I have bedding to wash, including blankets in a climate which is offering Persistent Precipitation (pissing with rain).

Onwards and upwards, I’m off to buy some Peas and Potatoes to accompany tonights dinner, before I do school Pick-up. Then a quick trip to the shops to Purchase the Bellboys new sneakers..

We won’t be expecting Mr Bell home early, he’s off to play Ping-Pong (seriously).

*Unfortunately all of the above actually happened.

This mornings missing molar…

“back and to the right”

Another post already? You ask…. well dear reader, it never ends.

This morning made me wish I could draw as it would have made an entertaining cartoon…

While eating breakfast Mr 11 tells me that his tooth is about to fall out… “that’s ok” I reply, while he chews a few more mouthfuls of nutritious chocolatey cereal (no wonder his teeth are falling out).

He looks up again “Can I pull it out and then finish my breakfast?”

“Knock yourself out love, but maybe go and do it in the bathroom.”  I quickly go and evict Mr 8 from the bathroom so that this procedure can continue. 

While I quickly go and steal some of the baby’s uneaten toast, (to accompany his uneaten cereal and uneaten yoghurt) I am summoned mid mouthful to the bathroom.

Here I am informed that the tooth has indeed been removed, but then did “a 360” around the sink (blood tracks to prove it), then proceeded to bounce off the counter and out into the lounge room.

Delightful! And all before 7:30 am.

Multiple searches of the lounge room, bathroom, laundry hamper and underneath furniture over the next 40 minutes, and we are still missing the tooth.

Here is another fact about me… I am a germaphobe, I don’t like things that have been in mouths, wiped noses, been through ears (this includes earrings) or are in any way related to bodily function….having a tooth on the loose in the lounge is not sitting well with me.

But such is life with children… I will spend the next few days convincing myself that said tooth actually went down the drain in the sink… until my bare foot finds it at 2am while on crying baby duty…I just know it.

But this saga will continue… do we play the “tooth fairy” game with Mr 11? No doubt he will see straight through it, but aren’t we as parents supposed to play along until all the teeth are gone?

I had to recreate the magic when he was 6 and lost his first tooth after some little cherub at school had already spoiled it for him, do I come clean now out of sheer laziness and lack of evidence? Or do we just keep believing?

I suppose for the benefit of the younger bellboys, I will persevere.

 

A bit about me.

I have been a Stepmum for almost 6 years, an “official” Stepmum for less than 12 months, and a “real” mum for 21 months, though I have never felt like a “real” mum because I spent so many years being a “fake” one!

When my biological son was 6 weeks old I took a step back and said to my partner and my Mum, “I just don’t feel like he’s mine, I feel like I am just watching him for someone and his real Mum will be here soon”.  Well, it’s been almost 2 years now, and it is looking less and less likely that his real Mum is going to turn up… so I guess I’m as good as it gets!

I am Mother to one and Other to two.  The eldest of whom will soon embark on the scary journey to high school…this is when I take stock of the fact that if he were biologically mine, I would have been a Teen Mom, and often feel completely inept to be dealing with girl problems, teachers, pimples and tween boys who eat 11 party pies!

The ‘middle’ child is halfway through Primary school and an interesting character to boot! If he isn’t guessing that we are eating Wombat for dinner, he is asking how exactly an overweight contestant on The Biggest Loser is going to lose any weight by abseiling down a building?

This blog is a vent, it’s an update, and it’s a hand up that I never had.

So, for those who have jumped in to life head first… or for those who just like a laugh, I hope you enjoy!

With the “others” arriving home tomorrow, I’m sure to have another post by the end of the week.