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So I have a confession to make. I think I might be addicted to Grow A Garden (a game on Roblox). 

The thing is, it’s just so nice to be good at something the boys enjoy and to feel that connection to them. To have something they want to do with me and we play as a family with Lee. It’s turned in to my new happy place, but don’t worry, it’s not replaced the beach, Bluebell woods or the hot tub! 

So I told myself this morning, you are not allowed to go on Grow A Garden with the boys until you have written your blog! And I was VERY stern about it! I would add a young lady at the end, but we all know that’s not true! 

I was feeling floopy the other day. I think that’s a word I made up but best Google it in case it’s rude or I’m admitting to being a devil worshipper (I’m not).

Floopy” is a misspelling of the word “floppy,” which describes something that is soft, limp, and hangs loosely, such as a floppy hat or a dog with floppy ears. While “floopy” is not a standard English word, it may also refer to a feeling of confusion and inner turmoil, a meaning popularized by the character Phoebe on the TV show Friends. 

Oh, so my subconscious stole it from Phoebe! Yep, all of the above, to me floopy (a word I did not make up) means floppy, mopey, definitely with a hint of inner turmoil! 

So it had been one of those long, hard days at work (it’s one of the things that makes it worthwhile), the boys had the “can’t help its” (a young persons version of floopy) and my brain had decided to tell me I was unloved because  it’ a jerk like that and then Lee came home from work. 

He said hello to everyone, started decanting his work day stuff and then got in to a spritely game with Holly the mini schnauzer. 

I sat down at the dining table, all woe is me and said,

“I think you love that dog more than me”

He thought about it and turned to me and said, 

“ would you like to play hide and seek as well babe?”

Well this gave us both the giggles and then everything was okay, sealed with a cuddle. I can’t believe we celebrate our 7 year wedding anniversary Monday, wowser!

Harry has been on form with his strange out comings. The other day he asked me when it was Easter, I asked if we could just get through the Summer holidays first. He was also VERY concerned to feel his heart was to one side and wanted me to take him to hospital as he believed it should be in the middle. Luckily we have been given a few good books by friends, thank you, so I could show him diagrams. He got side tracked by an outline of a willy and got the giggles. He’s 8, willies are funny. Just had to Google plural of willy. Woe betide if my mobile ever gets seized and my search history looked at!

But I think his best one so far this holiday was yesterday when we were clearing his shelf and came across his adoption certificate for a stuffed octopus and he yelled in disbelief, 

“I’M ADOPTED????!!!!!!” 

Me “ no Harry, that’s your writing, you adopted Octopants!”

Not that there’s anything wrong with being adopted, its worked out jolly nicely for me. 

Ollie has been his usual happy bubble self. Helping wherever he can and giving sage advice, especially about clothing. It was lovely to walk into the lounge yesterday and have him tell me how pretty my dress was and how nicely it went with my baby pink Crocs. 

Listen, love Crocs or hate Crocs, they soothe my stupid arthritic knees so I’m all in, however I haven’t succumbed to giblets yet. Oops apparently they’re called Jibbitz, another one for the search engine! 

However he has been a little run down. Think they’ve both been a bit beasted at their holiday camp, dance comps, water fights, copious games of dodgeball, arts and crafts etc 

So Ollie, although he has told me that he now goes by Oly, had a large ulcer, it was a doozy to be fair. He chose to do the salt water option over the “banana” Bonjela. He really is quite theatrical and had to psych himself up by doing push ups and pumping his weights. It worked and the ulcer has gone, but he said that gargling with the salt water was the equivalent of Superman being hit in the face with kryptonite, no worse! I chose to pick my battles and just agree and tell him he was a champ!! 

Right, that should do it, the twins are calling me to play GAG with them. Gosh, I best not shout that out! Like when I told my boss I was planning a days paint balling  and just really wanted the opportunity to shoot my children! 

Ooh a quote for you, 

“Never let the sadness of your past or the fear of your future destroy the beauty of the present”

Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx