December – The Month of The Elves

The month of December in our house, is utter chaos. A loveable type of chaos, but chaos all the same. I’d like to sit here and tell you all the elves will make an appearance for the first time tomorrow; but that would be a lie.  

Our elves, Sharance and Trinx (dubbed by Delilah when she was 2 and a half) made this year’s debut last weekend. It is a little naughty of us, but we use the elves to put up the Christmas tree and decorations so that little hands do not get involved. We can get set up and just enjoy the kids’ faces the morning after we have done it.  

The kids woke up Saturday to see all the decs out. Delilah was well impressed at the elves’ efforts and Euan, well, he just likes to yank the baubles off at every op. It leaves us wondering if we put it up too soon.

Sunday rolled round and the elves had only gone and arranged a North Pole Breakfast. And before you ask, yes, I am out of my mind. We started this tradition last year, and Delilah thought it was epic. So why would we not do it again and extend the invite? 

In true Lotty fashion, I managed to have something going on the night before this NP breakfast, just to make set up for myself harder. I had booked to take my mum out to the theatre on Saturday night for a very belated birthday gift (I booked it back in February). It was a pretty good show, and we really enjoyed it. But I totally forgot it was the night before, then invited all Delilah and Euan’s cousins to this elven shindig on the Sunday morning. And I’m telling you, it was demanding work blowing up an 80-balloon balloon arch manually after midnight. We finally got to bed at 2am ish after a little retro finishing touch. 

Sunday morning crept in too soon, and the kids were ready to go. Hubs and I could have done with a few more hours kip, but with Cousins on their way, pancakes needed to be made, maple bacon needed cremated, and gingerbread house needed Royal icing to glue it together so it was ready for sticky hands to decorate it. And all those blasted elves did was look on with that grin on their faces. You know the grin I’m talking about. It has a mocking quality to it. I was mocked.

The kids enjoyed it; my eldest Neice even made cookies all by herself to bring with her. They were brilliant and went down a real treat with our sugar jacked breakfast. They did a great job with the gingerbread house too!
 
After a very swift clear up or sorts, we headed out for tradition number 2. A Christmas photo shoot. Something we adopted last year for Euan’s first Christmas and hope to continue for as long as we can. Aren’t they cute?

December brings us packed out weekends on the run up to Christmas, full of old traditions and creating new ones. Do you have any Christmas traditions?  

Happy December 1st everyone! 

Love, 

Xox, L 

“I’m Not a Dance Mum”

I’m not a dance mum.  

Delilah did her first dance show with her dance academy the weekend just gone. She loved every single second. Getting her hair and makeup done, hanging out with her dance buddies, sharing snacks and giggling at everything possible. Ever single dancer, dance mum/chaperone and teacher were very sweet with her for the duration of all three shows.  

I’ve got to admit, I was dreading it. Spending 2 full days of a 2 day weekend backstage of a theatre, but in a little self-confession, I really enjoyed it. To see my little unicorn girl having the time of her life, connecting with other mums and having genuine conversations with them really did make my weekend. Do not get me wrong, I will not be renouncing my hermit lifestyle just yet. I would however happily do it all again. 

Oh my days, my little miss; she got up on that stage and for the most part remembered the choreography, but when her little finale came (for each show) – well. She just stole the show. She danced like there was no one watching, bouncing about, arms in the air, twirling and spinning. The music stole her from reality, and she was all of herself, all by herself on her own. I mean she wasn’t for a second doing what she was supposed to be for that finale, but she was loving life! She loved it when the crowd roared as she flung her arms in the air right at the last second of music. It was heart-warming to watch. A memory forever for me at least. 

 “I’m not a dance mum” I hear myself say as I replay a chat with another dance mum prior to the show who says the same thing. Although, I see the draw to it now.  

Being part of something, especially for your kids, has a real pull; seeing them do something that lights them up is magically. Despite my inner introvert edging away and thinking its going to be a high school on steroids community, it really wasn’t. I dread social events 90% of the time, and on the build-up to this I was forcing myself to participate. I have no regrets for doing so and seeing it through.  I have never felt more comfortable with another group of mums. Every single one of those women cheered on all the kids, not just their own. Everyone pitched into help ready them for stage, and I felt no worry in having to nip to the loo and leave Delilah with them.  

That group of mums really gave me a little moral boost and an insight into what we should be expecting and accept around our children. I’ve not been met with that before. Those kind of mama’s are my kind of mamas! And please don’t get me wrong, I have friends who are brilliant mum’s and this piece comes with no digs at anyone in the slightest. I just do not spend that kind of time with them alongside their kids to have a pre knowledge of what to expect. I know that is my own hermit, introverted self’s fault. It was however genuinely nice to see the nice, and so worth perservering with.  

That makes me a dance mum; because my little one loves it so therefore, she is a dancer, ergo I am a dance mum.  

What things do you build up to be that bad, then to find they’re not that bad at all? 
 

Xox, L. 

The School That Refuses to Bend 

The thing is, there so much going on now I do not know where to begin. But I will start with the thing that takes up the most part of my boggled brain right now, which is the perplexing case of the school that refuses bend.  

And when I say ‘bend’ I mean show any flexibility towards my reasonable requests. 

My daughter, my wonderful, unicorn, rainbow daughter is currently awaiting an ASD (autism spectrum disorder) assessment. The school are playing a part in this, with much of a push and shove from yours truly. I felt as though I was already fighting before the application for assessment was put in. There have been hiccups from the start which has left me unimpressed at every level so far. This journey started around Christmas last year. 

It draws closer to the actual assesment, but in the meantime my little unicorn is not getting the support she needs to thrive. But what should I be expecting of the school in terms of support? I am sure I have exhausted her class teacher already, because in our parents evening the woman was shaking with nerves (or may be anger) when speaking with me; well, I say speaking, but what I really mean is following the transcript so politically pre rehearsed with me.  

I am relentless, but my simple want is for my emailed questions to be answered with answers via email so that I can have a paper trail for my future reference. I have requested this on several occasions, but I have been met with at least three face-to-face meetings and no follow-up email from any of them! Surely it would be easier to respond via email rather than rehearse a script to rattle off? Surely notes have been made to give said speech?  

My initial request has been denied anyway. All I wanted was a variation in reading book for the unicorn girl who finds it hard to concentrate on the same thing over and over, the unicorn who memorises her books from start to finish before she brings them home meaning that her eyes do not even have to look at the words, she is supposed to be familiarising herself with. So, the poor kid must sit in a ‘one size fits all’ reading group when clearly the one size does not fit all.  

Rightly or wrongly, I have taken the matter into my own hands and bought additional reading materials since her school clearly wants no part in her progression. Their current answer to my issues is to give my FIVE-YEAR-OLD homework EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK alongside her reading book. Insert palm face emoji here. Which I will not be encouraging her to do!! Work life balance is important, school already have her for six plus hours a day and I am sending her there to learn this stuff. Yet here we are, as parents filling in the gaps that teachers do not have the time or capacity to do. The curriculum clearly needs a revamp.  

How tempting it is to home school with this going on?  

Then there’s SENCo. The ‘sometimes makes an appearance on the school gate at drop off/pick up person’, happy, again to chat face to face but seems averse to email correspondence. This place would not work well as a business. Their communication is diabolical. But they are open for informal chats – any time which include blank stares and nervous, but polite smiles. 

So that is me currently locked in an ongoing battle with school for any kind of clarity, support, information, and communication for the foreseeable. They will not like me for it, but for my little unicorn girl I will push, fight and advocate on her behalf. Always.  

Could I be the one who will find the limits of the school in terms of what to expect?  

We all know those who do not bend eventually break, but let us hope for the sake of everyone the school can get their backsides in gear and do the right thing.  

Have you ever had to push back with your kids’ school? I’d love to hear your story too.  

Wish me luck with it. 

Love & Best, 

Xox, L. 

To Start With

I have been meaning to write this post for literally the longest time. I have no will power, or ‘motivation’ at the moment but I have not for an age anyway. I have talked myself into it by using the “you are never going to feel like it so you might as well just get on with it” mind set. And here we are.  Writing. Now I have just got to work up to schedule the post going live and launch this website. There is never a right time, which I keep trying to remind myself of. Just get on with it.  

I am Lotty. Mother, wife, daughter, granddaughter, friend, employee and considering (currently) business owner and/or student. This is my life blog. The beauty and chaos of it all. Oh look, there’s my tag line for the first time this writing season; and it probably wont be the last time you see that. My style will vary. My entries will and can be any length and my ability to post on a schedule at the moment is sporadic despite my best efforts. This is my truth for the moment, but hey, I may surprise you (or even myself) and I might be able to stick to a loose time scale. Who knows?! (NOT ME) but lets go with that anyway. 

With my truth ousted, I welcome you and hope you will stay with me and my ramblings a little while. If you’ve been here before, thank you. It means a lot when anyone reads me let alone sticks around. Frankly, I think you are the bees’ knees.  

I promise the next post won’t be too long away, and it’ll have a bit more umph too. Right now, ‘just do it’ is playing on loop in my head and I must put a stop to it, realise my dreams of being a blogger again and get on with it. 

I very much hope to see you soon,  
L, xox