The tooth fairy is running late!

Ok, so we all like to share stories about what a great mum we are when we have really outdone ourselves! But, what about the times when we have not quite 'cut the mustard'... My 6 yr old son lost his 5th tooth. So, of course, he put his tooth into our special little 'tooth fairy' bag and he excitedly popped it under his pillow that night.
My husband and I during the night said to each other that we musn't forget to find some change and of course, swap the tooth before going to bed. So, what happens... we forget! My son comes charging into my room the following morning all upset because his tooth was still there! My husband and I have looked at each other and given the look of 'oh crap!'. I quickly said, 'sometimes the tooth fairy comes later in the morning as she must be running late - busy night!'
So, while Mr 6 was watching cartoons, I was very quietly made sure the 'tooth fairy' arrived afterall! He was very excited when mid morning, he checked under his pillow again and found the money..

The sad part to this story is that this isn't the first time this has happened in my household. It may just have happened for tooth number 4 too! (I know, a shocker)... Only that time, I also had to raid his money box for coins as my purse was as bare as old mother hubbards cupboard.. I can only hope the tooth fairy has herself sorted in time for the 6th tooth! ha.

Better sign this one off as Row only (Jen doesn't do this kind of stuff!) ha

Favourite Blog of the Week : Everything Is Edible

Maybe it is because I am only a couple of weeks away from giving birth to my third child, but this blog really spoke to me.

It is a lovely looking blog, very easy to read, but more then that it made me feel better.

I am always hot, always tired, sore back, sore ribs and intolerant of most things.  On the other hand I have a wonderful daughter and son, who are very happy kids (and quite a nice husband to boot).

However my daughter has so much spunk and intelligence that sometimes it overwhelms me.  If she wants to argue something, she will argue it to the death (and she is only 6).  BUT is her favourite word.  Whilst her drama and confidence are two of her most enduring qualities, my tolerance level to it at the moment is at an all time low.  I know in my heart that I should not be arguing with a 6 year old, I should be walking away.  Easier said then done.

My son has just started Kindergarten and loves it so much he on a massive high all night when he gets home.  He is so very happy with himself that he is just the tiniest bit annoying (believe me I feel VERY guilty saying this).  I am so happy he is loving life, but I just want a little break from the chat, chat, chat.

Which brings me to Everything Is Edible.  My guilt at the moment is giving me sleepless nights.  I love being a mum, I love seeing my kids laugh and talk and enjoy life, I wouldn't change my world for a zillion dollars - so why am I so cranky?  Easy question - the last month of pregnancy brings out the worst in me.  Everything Is Edible eased my guilt a little.

If you are a mum, this is a worthwhile blog to read and subscribe to.
http://www.everythingisedible.com/blog/family-life/being-a-fun-mum-when-you-just-dont-feel-like-it/

Jen & Row
www.shimi.com.au