Sunday, December 30, 2007

Deep, total and utter Chaos

While I was doing the supermarket run (yes, I know - what a way to spend a Sunday evening), the boys decided to look out old toys to sell on eBay.

It's now nearly 10 pm, and time the youngest was in bed. Sadly, he cannot go there. You can't walk across the bedroom that he shares with his middle brother.

As for selling things on eBay - I think this is a project that might extend into the New Year!

Meanwhile, perhaps I'll try to get into a researching frame of mind. Might as well get something profitable done!
The image is called Utter Chaos, and is from - I don't think I could afford to buy an original piece of art, but I did like this! I'm more than happy to acknowledge where I found it.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

How to waste time, big time ...

Well, I suppose it wasn't entirely wasting time. Viola Kid just loves his new bagpipe CD, Spirit of the Glen. (It's in the Classic FM charts just now.) He wanted to be able to play Mull of Kintyre.

I have arranged it for viola, saxophone and cello. There isn't a lot of music available for that precise combination, as you can probably appreciate.

I've also arranged a melody composed by Saxophone Kid - for viola and cello.

I've arranged a Tchaikovsky song for viola and piano.

And tonight I arranged Flower of Scotland, for descant recorder, viola, cello and piano. Such productivity!

Oh, and I did all my ironing, too. What a PseudoSupermum! On Christmas Eve I did alterations on three of my favourite long skirts, to accomodate my new svelte figure. So this was me, getting them into a wearable state again...
We made that Asda Frosty the Snowman cake!

Sunday, December 23, 2007

I must be the only person whose mince-pies actually SHOUT when I walk past them.

So why did I make them? you may ask. Well, Superspouse likes them. And I wanted to give some to our neighbours. I only tested ONE pie before taking them round next-door.

Christmas and Weight Watchers are nearly incompatible. Less chance to exercise, more chances to sin. Oh, my!

It's 8.25 am on the Sunday before Christmas, and it's frosty outside. Black ice, too. Am I looking forward to the 5.5 mile drive to church? Well, what do you think?!

Saxophone kid is looking forward to going "tubing" at the ski-centre at lunchtime. What's tubing? Cello-kid is looking forward to a baking extravaganza tomorrow, because the free Asda magazine has a fantastic snowman cake. You should see it! I bought the ingredients but will ours turn out as well? (Even more to the point - should I even be BAKING such a temptation!)

Friday, December 21, 2007

Christmas Chaos - Festive Fury

I said it last year - and I'll say it again - December is the month when busy working mothers, already overloaded, take on twice as much again and wonder why they can't cope. I should know - I'm one of them.

Well, presents have (mostly) been bought. Food shopping has (mostly) been done. Same for the greetings cards.

I had a mad dash to Norfolk by train on Wednesday (because planes don't fly Glasgow-Norwich on Wednesdays) and back to Glasgow by air yesterday. To add to my father's frailty and health problems, he's now half-blind, too. I'm so sad both for him and for my mother, struggling to cope.

The train south was 90 minutes late by the time we reached Edinburgh. That was a great start. Anyway, the trip back was uneventful. Until I ordered the taxi to take me from home to the garage where my car was getting repaired. It took 30 minutes and three calls before the taxi appeared. Great!

Choir-practice finished off my night, with a 60% turnout. We worked so hard, but it was difficult with such reduced numbers!

Ah, well - I was in bed before midnight, and up bright and early for the last day at work today. All was going fine until I got the phonecall to say that the kids' school was closing because they had a power shortage, reduced heating and no hot water. Would I go and fetch them? Of course - just let me get the subway back to my car, and I'll be there in an hour or so ...

The good news is, my windscreen washer wasn't working when I got the car BACK from the garage. But thanks to a bit of electrical tape, I've got it fixed. I may be the Queen of Superglue, but there are times when glue just isn't appropriate.

Now to hang all those greetings cards, and catch up on mail. Oh, joy. And a happy Christmas to you too!

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Believe it or not, going Christmas shopping is good for your diet. My Weight Watchers pedometer registered an extra half an activity point today! I should think so - I've been incredibly active. I've been to the city centre three times, not to mention a wasted trip to Paisley (orchestra wasn't on, after all), dealing with a couple of loads of laundry, making soup and baking a couple of fruit-cakes.

Talking of baking - no-one has found me a seriously low-cal mince pie recipe yet. (Hint, hint!)

Going Christmas shopping is not good for your sanity or solvency. And Cello-Kid and I were just discussing how all this frenetic retail activity and partying bears no relation whatsoever to the birth of Jesus. It's all a bit ridiculous, really!

Shattered pseudosupermum

How many times have I commented that December really is a crazy month. We take all the usual routine chores and events then add twice as much again, and try to achieve it all in the same amount of time - or preferably less!

Viola-Kid had croup last week. Saxophone-Kid had a milder version - just a cough. I have something similar. And I KNOW that no matter how many vitamin supplements I take, I won't get over it as long as I'm twirling round like the proverbial top. If I twirl any more, I'll disappear down the plughole, never to be seen again.

So, what do I do when the going gets tough? I resort to lists. I have too many windows open on my mental desktop, and if I don't write things down, they get forgotten. I still have so many gifts to buy, and I am really running out of time in which to get them.

Next week - easy peasy - I have a podiatrist's appointment on Monday, the car's MOT and staff training at work on Tuesday, go to Norwich for a 24-hour trip on Wednesday/Thursday, have to collect the boys early from school on Friday, and finally collapse into a little frazzled heap round about Saturday. Two days in which to direct the perfect evening Christmas Lessons and Carols service and catch up on anything else I've forgotten, and then hey, folks, it's Christmas!

It feels like time for a snooze. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

If any of my friends out there would like to send me a cyber Christmas present, please find me a recipe for low-calorie Christmas mince pies! We're talking seriously low, here. I haven't lost nearly 2 stones in weight to put them back on again over Christmas. I have a feeling that filo pastry is quite low-cal, so I shall be investigating that for a start. But the actually filling is unlikely to be calorie-free, isn't it?! Weight Watchers say the best solution is to eat mini-mince pies. Okay .... do I need to go out and buy mini-mince pie trays to bake them in?

Sunday, December 09, 2007


I woke this morning to find I had lost my voice, which was odd considering it was certainly there last night. I decided to award myself a restful day, and sure enough, the voice returned.

This evening I went carol-singing at an old folks' home, with my church choir. We were well-appreciated, which was nice.

I was spending a few idle minutes on the Weight Watchers student chatline this morning, as I had discovered a whole load of weight-watching students in the performing arts. I asked if anyone else was submerged in carol-singing, and back came the comment, "I'm so sick of singing O come, O come, Emmanuel." Strangely enough, I've only done that once this season. But if I hear the radio play "In the bleak mid-winter", with choristers breathing in all the wrong places, one more time, I shall explode ...

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Ah, Christmas! the merry sound of jingling cash-registers and jangling pianos ...

I've just spent the evening accompanying a choir and soloists in a carol concert, but I had never practised any of the pieces with them before, and only started practising them myself yesterday. The piano at the venue was lovely - it was the pianist who wasn't.

Cello-Kid turned pages for me - what a cherub!

It feels as though I've spent most of the day at a keyboard of one kind of another, so now I'm going to have a nice relaxing bath, then a sherry and some cherry liqueur chocolates. Yes, yes, I KNOW I'm in Weight Watchers, but I'm also human, it's Saturday night, and I'm tired.

I can't be Pseudosupermum all the time - and the boys are in bed ...

Incidentally, if you could have seen me yesterday, you'd have seen a saintly woman sadly wronged. I had my hearing tested yesterday afternoon, because SuperSpouse is always saying that I just don't listen. Correction - it is now official - I just don't hear 50% of what goes into my left ear.

When I told SuperSpouse, he quipped that he would now have to work out which 50% I hadn't heard and which 50% I still hadn't listened to. HUMPH!