It's Beginning to look a lot like Christmas....

So the answer's yes to the question I know you're all dying to know- we DID get our supersized, Griswold-esque Christmas tree up yesterday. Oh, I knew it was coming, despite not so quietly hoping for 12 feet or less, but when it did arrive, it was even more ridiculously enormous than I'd bargained for.

Loverboy had taken all five of the kidlets to choose it, so when they all arrived back and carried into the kitchen a perfectly manageable five foot tree, I was VERY pleasantly surprised. (Yay! Who says nagging doesnt work?) But, there behind them, I clocked the wicked gleam in Loverboy's eyes and realized instantly that I'd been duped.

Little full, lotta sap....

The kids meanwhile were rolling in the aisles.
'Did you REALLY think that we'd choose that wee tiny tree mummy? Really? Did you? Comeandseecomeandseecomeandsee!'
So outside I went, in order to fully appreciate the inevitable 'THAT'S not a tree, THIS is a tree moment!', but even I wasn't prepared for the full eighteen and a half feet of it hanging off the back of the trailer. Thankfully, it DID have to be pruned back on account of logistics-no one except Luke could get up the stairs-but unfortunately, not before it had first scraped the ceiling AND the wooden floor. Oh yes indeedy, it was all fun and games round here yesterday!

So it's up at last, and thankfully, allbeit reluctantly, (it was in and out that front door at least three times), it's now cut back to the much more reasonable 12 feet and it IS gorgeous. All my special tree ornaments are on there,  the ones friends and family have brought me back from their travels, the ones we've picked up on ours and most special of all, the ones the children have made over the years in nursery and primary school. Among others, there's the clothes peg reindeer , the sparkly glitter star, the clay Christmas tree, all up there along with the priceless memories they hold.

You can't see the star...but it's there!

 And lets face it, sixteen years of marriage, (I know- AGES!), and five children later, (I know-LOADS!) that's a whole heap of memories.....so now I think about it, maybe it's just as well the tree's a big one. And, realistically, I suspect we'll  never again have a hallway that can take a bad boy like this one, so I'll enjoy this seasonal last hurrah....before all the needles start falling off anyway.....oh wait, scratch that,  they already have!



PS We watched this movie last night, and I just had to share this scene...which was uncannily similar to a real life scene here yesterday. Enjoy!



 PPS  I've joined up with Sarah Miles at Hello Wall today-go on over and take a peek at the rest!

Summer Dreamin'

Come to Mama.....

I don't know about you but once Christmas is over and we're plunged headlong into a cold, dark, overdrawn January, I start to dream of summer. I suppose that I should come clean and openly admit that surfing holiday porn,( along with shoe porn), is one of my all time favourite pastimes. It calms and clears my mind, just the way meditation or yoga might do for you. Every week the top holiday deals land in my inbox, and with one short click I'm chilling out in a blue skied fantasy, somewhere fabulous, cocktail in hand.

 But here's the kicker-having five kids not only severely cramps your holiday style, it kills it stone dead. Yes, like oil and water, an insatiable appetite for travel and a much larger than average family size, do not mix. It's something you don't think about when you stare down at those blue lines for the third, fourth or fifth time. Oops! Bang goes our relationship with Thomas Cook for the next twenty years! For 'family' holidays don't cater for your average woman living in a shoe- they cater for the 'happy meal' family of two adults and two children and not the 'Extra Value meal' family of two adults and five children. All those free child places in sunny climes? Not for us, unless we deposit three of them at a Travel Lodge en route! (See you when we see you. Let's skype later! Byeeee!)

Most hotels are just as bad. I'm currently trying to organise a family weekend away with my parents, brothers, sisters, their spouses and our collective twelve children (almost half of whom are mine). One local hotel quoted us triple that of my brother's family of five. It took all I had not to politely enquire if they were taking the complete p***!
Owning a caravan isn't an option either because they only go up to a 6 berth. Between you and me though, I suspect that I'm not cut out for caravaning anyway. I've tried to like it over the years because I know that I should- it's so family friendly after all....but I just can't. I hate rolling up beds and sleeping bags and walking in flip flops across wet grass with a toilet bag under my arm. And it's SO off putting trying to eat breakfast while watching men file past, their turd filled pullalongs bouncing along behind them. And what of the prospect of a little 'summer lovin'?' Let's just say that the cosy proximity of 5 children is a most effective deterrant. Enough said. 
Another problem is to fly us all anywhere is so expensive! I was quoted €5000 for us all to fly to Boston this summer to meet up with family on Cape Cod, but as this didn't include car hire and accommodation, it's back to the drawing board. Last year we did take the children to Canterbury to stay with my cousin. We flew into Gatwick, and as I went into the M&S to stock up on wine and goodies, Loverboy took the 5 kids to pick up the minivan we'd rented. As I came out of the shop, laden down with bags, I stopped for a moment or two to organise myself. A policewoman standing close by came over and asked me, totally unprompted, if I was looking for a man with five children. (Cue instant internal vanity panic ' Do I look like a mother of five? What does a mother of five look like anyway? Old? Haggard? I must look like shit!') Quickly composing myself,  I admitted that I was indeed, so she informed me that they'd passed her a few minutes before. With a certain amount of dread, I then asked her how she knew that we were all together, and she replied that she'd noticed them because a man with so many children is very unusual .Then she'd spotted me, and the family resemblance and baby bottle had given the game away. Give that woman a job in MI5!


The Griswolds off to Wally World- at least it's sunny!

 I know we're not THAT unusual though - most of my friends have four children, a few have more. It's just that I suspect we're not found en masse in airports very much- we're in a 4/5 bed rental in rainy Donegal. Or in Kerry as we were last year, which was, in the kids opinion, our best holiday EVER. Jude did his 'All about me' powerpoint presentation in school this week and stated that it was his favourite trip, the only minor downside being the wood lice. Only downside? It was a damp, wood lice infested shitty dump with no dishwasher or microwave, an ancient cooker and plastic settees. Oh, and it rained so much that we came home two days early. And yet....the children reminisce about the beach, the picnics, the boogie boarding and the fish and chips. Go figure!
So maybe it's high time that I wound my neck in and instead felt grateful for the fact that my children, maybe more than their mother, know what really counts is time together ..and lots of ice cream. And despite the tempting holiday deals, I won't be selling any children on Gumtree this year after all......But I will make absolutely sure that next time we get a rental house, it'll have a dishwasher, a comfortable settee and definitely NO wood lice!