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Vote for me, vote for me - shameless self-promotion!

I've been a bit quiet here this week, I know. I've been trying to do that thing our mums always tell us to do, you know the one, 'If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all'.

I've actually sat here at the 'new post' box and written and deleted about 13 posts this week - they all end up bitter and twisted and just more grist for the troll mill.

La la la, happiness and sunshine - right?

Anyway, hopped on Facebook before and saw a friend had joined in a bit of blog promotion campaign for mummy bloggers. I don't blog about nappies or cleaning products or how to tame toddlers (not a good subject this week if I'm only going to say nice things...), but I do have kids and I do blog a bit about them - some months more than others... So, I thought I'd give it a go, too. Can't hurt right?

So, if you're thusly inclined, please feel free to follow this link and go vote for my little blog - I'll love you forever, and it'll definitely be the best thing that has happened to me this week!

Life isn't all bad (see, now I'm attempting to sound more positive so you'll like me more, right?).

The GOM and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary last Monday. That was also the anniversary of our first date fifteen years ago. Monday was a tad stressful because the GOM did his fifth driving test and failed it again, but I must say he was a trooper about it and that just makes me love him even more! We've booked the next test but this time we're aiming for him doing it in an automatic because he basically fails due to stalling the car - something he only ever does in test situations. We still cracked a bottle of Moscato and toasted our 15 years together.

I'm really happy that all my big boys have a their own groups of friends. For one of the boys this comes very easily. For another it's been a long term struggle, but this year he is really thriving and is part of a great group of friends, which just makes my heart swell! The third boy had a couple of lovely friends at kinder but none moved up to preps with him - despite this, he seems to be very popular amongst his classmates, which is great to see! I always found it hard to make friends as a child, partly due to my - er, bossy - personality, and partly because we moved a lot (9 schools in 11 years), so seeing my boys all making firm friendships just eases my soul.

We found a fantastic gardener. This guy has fantastic equipment for tackling our difficult yard and he has a wonderful work ethic and he doesn't charge the earth or act as if we've asked him to manicure the MCG with nail clippers!

So, life isn't all frustration and blah (not mentioning demon toddler, or sloth populated anti-discrimination commission, or people who can't see forests for trees - not mentioning them at all!).

So, cool - go vote for this blog and who knows where the sun might rise from tomorrow!


Rhianna said…
Congratulations on the anniversary. Fairy wishes and butterfly kisses to you lovely, here's hoping for a better week xx
Sarah Mac said…
I liked you already Sif :)

All the more because (just like me) you don't pretend to be perfect all the time.

Congratulations on the anniversary and I'm heading over now to vote for you!

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