I've been off with the fairies

I, *insert whichever name it is you know me by here*, hereby vow to post to this here blog at least once a week from this day onwards.
Signed,
ME

Okay. Well. Not much to report. My baby turned five. Which he pouted and teared up over. The kid has been counting down the days for the last 87, waiting for the day he would finally turn five and become a "big boy". When the day did finally come his big brown eyes welled up with tears and he started blubbering, "But Mummy I don't want to be five anymore, I want to be four, I miss being four." So, five is the new four. I told him that being five means that I have loved him longer than when he was four, that his five year old biceps would come in and that his penis would grow a little bit bigger. (Apparently size matters at any age) He's okay with five now.

I celebrated my 13th anniversary alone, (like always). The man being indisposed at the moment and away. He tends to miss most birthdays and anniversaries. But he did call. Which was nice.
I'm wondering how long I can possibly stretch out not cleaning the bathrooms for. My hazard suit is at the cleaners and you'd be insane to enter the kids bathroom without being fully kitted out. My boys are quickly becoming the men Rachel Burger once warned us about, If they can't get it in a hole that big????? Actually, their aim is fine it's that they half turn around to watch the tv or to have a conversation that we end up with a lovely yellow stream splaying the walls and floor. Little boys are disgusting. (But luckily for them utterly gorgeous since they look like their Daddy)

I was reading some friends blogs and came across this link. Much snark, much laughing and now I am possitively smitten. http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2007/08/09/violetblue.DTL Go, giggle. I'm off to find me some fairies, and NOT the straight kind.....the bent and twisted are always so much more fun.