Blogging Barley & a Broken Beach Cottage Crew
Fri 11th, May, 2012
G’day Beach Cottage ladies, gents, anyone that cares to listen, broadcasting here from the beaches with a puppy post…yep, hats off, I have turned into one of those people who blogs about their dog…and worse their dog has a fan page on their blog and worse their dog blogs on it and EVEN WORSE I love it ;-) …and he’s only been here a few weeks….you know a lot of you ask me when’s the Beach Cottage book coming out? Hah, hah, well I reckon it might be a puppy book…oh yeah I could so do that…
So today I have had another one of those parenting days, (thank you for the comments yesterday, I blame it one on the Peroni and two on the Beach Cottage Crew, apologies if I didn’t reply to you in person, I did read every one, thank you, but I was having, ahem other duties to perform today other than blogland ones) no I am not doing it tough, but after yesterday’s trip to the doctor etc today I woke up, new day, better head space yadda yadda
….and then it went differently to how I thought
…I was all set up for a special bloggy lunch, Mrs W of WWorld, you so know who I mean right, and the funniest girl I have met for a long time Kim who writes like a dream, pretended she didn’t like me for like 2 years and thinks I am weird with all the white stuff and pretties
….yep I was up for some blogging talk.
But that didn’t happen…
And this did.
I got a phone call half way through the morning from the school…you know when you know by the sound of the voice…hmmm, this ummm, didn’t sound good…
When I rocked up and saw little Mr Beach Cottage, there was no doubt in my mind that he had a broken arm….he had just about every symptom of a fracture…for me, the x-ray was just a preliminary, and sure enough it was right there in black and white…sporting a back slab at the moment in case of swelling, but so far so good
So tonight I am battening down the hatches, I cooked his favourite dinner, that just happens to be Spag Bol, even though, according to this blog and my meal plan, I am meant to be on strike.
Mum on Strike?
Hahahahaha, that is such a funny one.
Days like this are all part of this job title of Mum, are they not?
Can I just tell you though, I do so like a little outing of my inner-nurse on these occasions, mum with Dettol and gauze a-buzzing…
Barley, meanwhile has been making himself very comfortable, thank-you-very-much on a certain white chair….we are kinda sticking to the no sofa rule unless invited and it’s all good…this puppy seems to like nothing better anyway than curling up on just the wooden floor…
…this dude has a pretty nice life, right?
….get up, go in garden, play, get served breakfast, go on school run, go for walk, come home & sleep, wake up, play, lunch is served, go outside, play, sleep again, wake up sit on white chair, play after school, sleep for a longer time, wake up, go outside for fresh air, get given dinner, cuddle with everyone and get stroked and or massaged, go for walk, snuggle up in bed…
Would you, or would you not my little Beach Cottage Dudelettes like to have a life like that? I tell you what I would. However I would add in just before snuggle in bed and after massage, soak in bath…white vintage style clawfoot one ;-)
oh and he goes by the name of Barls now…just like the last two Beach Cottage Crew, somehow their names got an ‘s’ added too…so uncouth ;-)