Mrs Fourboys

This may take some time...

Sun, 14 May 2006 20:02:46 GMT

This entry is long overdue I know, sorry... The rugby weekend was great, it was so good I've only just got over it! We did have karaoke on the Friday night, courtesy of mum in law, and I did have to listen to my hubbys dulcet tones again! Although he does like to sing Van Morrison's Brown Eyed Girl - to me of course!! So that's very sweet I suppose. I drank (a little) so it numbed the pain somewhat...only joking, there are worse singers, just that I'm not married to them!

The Saturday was a lovely day, unfortunately I wasn't prepared for the heatwave and got a nicely glowing red nose!(I did apply sun lotion, but not enough it seems). I'm usually very careful about the sun, I'm so vain, I can't stand the thought of premature ageing for a suntan...besides that there's the danger of skin cancer, nah! not worth it, I'll stay pale and interesting thankyou very much!

Anyway the rugby was great, the under 10's and 12's won the tournament, which are the teams my boys play for, so that was a bonus. Unfortunately, there was an incident involving my 10 year old where a spectator (one of the refs who belonged to the opposing team) ran on the pitch (he wasn't reffing this game) and objected to the ref about my son's play and then proceeded to threaten him (my son) verbally whilst pointing at him aggressively. It makes my blood boil to just remember it, I was furious and the ref who was reffing the game looked stunned, it was unbelievable. I complained and he was not allowed to ref any games my son was in from then on, any other kid would've crumbled but my number 4 son said 'it just made me more determined to win mum'!! I wanted to rip that man's head off! After the tournament the ref (who was as stunned as me, who was reffing the game), I know it's confusing...anyway, he approached me and said 'you got just desserts for that PR**K, your team won and they deserved it!' That meant a lot to me as I felt that some people thought I over reacted to the situation but my instinct is to protect my kids, you can say and do what you want to me but don't look at my boys the wrong way!! Besides what that man did was abuse, a school teacher couldn't do that to the naughtiest of children,also, the nice ref told my husband that the horrible ref also called my boy a bastard. As you know I have 4 brothers (older) and I've been told since that my eldest brother has said to other parents at the club that it was a good job he wasn't there as he would've decked him! I've always been fiercely protective of my own I think most parents are. Alot of other stuff went on which I can't be bothered to go into here and I was asked if I would like to take it further but I just want to forget about it.

Enough of that PR**K! On the Saturday night there was a live band in the marquee, although for some reason I can't remember much about that... the Sunday night we had a drink in the marquee again and all the kids had great fun just singing and dancing on the stage. It absolutely bucketed down that night so we got to test out the trailer tent good and proper, no leaks thank goodness! And I slept all through the rain. Next day we packed up with the help of son number 2, 6ft 5+, very handy to have around! He didn't stay in our tent though, 17 see and had is own tent...Funnily enough, lots of people have commented since that weekend that they didn't realise I had a son that old! I took pleasure in telling them that I have one older than him, it's nice that people think I'm not old enough, it's either the benefits of staying pale and interesting or the chubby cheeks! Whatever it is I'm not complaining.

I'd love to tell you more but it would be a book, there was all sorts going on as wives were there without husbands and vice-verse, so there were lots of shannanigans going on!! Didn't need the band we had our own live entertainment with all the wife borrowing going on...I can't believe these people think they are being discrete! Is there something about camping that brings out the 'devil may care' attitude in people, they must feel liberated or something!

Placements going well, although I've asked them to book me a bed since the latest news is there are to be no new posts, so no job for me in the NHS, I'll have to get a job in the private sector...It's soul destroying, all weekend I've felt like it's allbeen a waste of time but when I go into work tomorrow it'll all seem worth it again! I do love the job, even if the NHS is in crisis.

Nos Da! Suzy xx

Alert One Liner!

Sun, 14 May 2006 20:05:05 GMT

Here's an Alert One Liner in the style of Debbie Webb!! Good idea Debs, I thought I'd better do one as my entry, below, is rather long winded xxx

Success!

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 15:06:02 GMT

This entry will be brief as I am off on my camping trip to the rugby festival shortly.

I just wanted to pop by and tell you that it's good news about the dissertation - I PASSED!

Needless to say I am relieved and very happy. I really want you all to know how grateful I am for all your support and encouragement. So thank you all very much.

I will be back Monday with an update on the camping trip. There is some bad news however, the other half has only arranged for my mother in law to do the karaoke tonight!!! And there was me thanking my lucky stars that at least I wouldn't have to listen to him killing any more songs...I've packed the ear plugs!

Hope you all have a lovely weekend xxx

'Put it to Bed'

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 19:28:48 GMT

At last the dreaded assignment was finished (2.33am), and handed in on time today. Phew! I was pleased to finish it but I'm still anxious about whether it's going to pass or not, I don't half get stressed over it all!

Result is I am absolutely exhausted. I feel like a hamster on a wheel and I can't get off. To top it all while we are on our final placement we have got a really tough assignment to do by the 14th of June! My husband says they're really getting their money's worth out of us! What money? The bursary is a pittance although we have it better than student nurses in England I believe.

The journey to university (40 miles away) was horrendous today. We left at 8.15 and didn't arrive until 10.30, not a good start. Then we had to work HARD (Sam) and they made me think - all about legal and ethical issues and the accountability of the nurse, very important stuff of course. But quite frankly, by the time I got there I could have done with a lie down! I would have loved to have stayed at home but as it is a nursing course we have to complete 37 and a half hours every week to qualify. Unlike any other university course we have to sign a register obviously to record our attendance hours. If we have not 'done our time' so to speak we don't qualify until we pay back the hours. So I tend to turn up! I like to be there anyway because I know if I didn't turn up I would miss out on some valuable information.

I got home to find my husband on his hands and knees (hmmm...) cleaning! Wonders will never cease! And he was so conscientious he promptly sent me right back out the door to go and buy some hoover bags, I didn't complain! When I got back I just chilled, ate my tea prepared for me by the OH (I could get used to this) and watched some tv, read a little, surfed the net - you know all those 'normal' things I used to take for granted. I must admit I have already had my head in a book studying accountability (what can I say? I'm committed), but for the rest of the night I will pay attention to my family and may even have a little tipple to celebrate another step closer to my goal....

Nos Da, xx

p.s. the references to Sam are because she skived; now who wants to punish her?!

More balanced

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 18:03:52 GMT

I'm feeling more balanced today after the events of the other night that made me feel so unhappy. In short, I had a posted something on a journal that I thought was amusing, it was just an annoying click message thing but it upset someone who commented on it. I apologised (although countless other people commented that it was very funny) and the person in question became very nasty, I couldn't believe it! It just made me want to withdraw, it wasn't that she didn't like it, I could cope with that. She just got quite threatening (in emails) and it worried me quite frankly. After all we don't know anyone here really do we? It's all sorted now, she admits she overreacted, we have both apologised, she has her reasons and I'm ok with it now. However much I have ever wanted to hold a grudge in this life it just doesn't seem to be in my nature. Thank goodness!

I have been very busy since then, it seemed to give me the motivation I needed to get on with my assignment for university. I have a 3000 word essay due in on Monday and I've only got 1000 words to go. Enough of that I think, but then I wont have anything else to say!.. My children have been marvels, going out to play to give me some peace and quiet and then ringing me every 5 minutes when the chain comes off the bike for example, or when one calls the other 'fat' and he retaliates by calling his brother 'gay'... I'm changing my name to 'Dad'!.. Why do boys think that calling someone 'gay' it's an insult, we've had many a discussion about that in this house as I'm not raising homophobes.

Talking of 'Dad' (my other half), he's not in my good books, on his way home from work last night he went for a pint! How dare he!? I know it may seem I'm being mean but when I'm here trying to keep everything ticking over plus do my assignment, all I want is for him to come home. I don't nag him (too much) about helping out around here, not because I don't think he should but because I've given up! He's a good Dad though so it's a trade off and I do like to see the positive. However, last night was the straw that broke the camels back and I threw all his clothes on the garden!! He finds it all highly amusing and I think he finds that unhinged part of me attractive, he's got issues!..and maybe I have(?).

It was lovely to log on and find comments, thankyou for popping by! And don't worry about saying something I might not like just don't threaten me, please!

Bye for now xx

'Oh What a Night!..'

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 20:46:22 GMT

...'late December back in '63...' that's how the song goes doesn't it? That's the first song I remember my husband singing on the karaoke, (I liked him then)...that came to an abrupt end when a fight broke out in the club we were in and he ran to the rescue of his brother- yeah his singing is BAD but they didn't start on his brother because of that! That's another story...

Back to the night in question, last night. I was busy doing my assignment yesterday afternoon when my husband rang from work to tell me to get ready for 3pm and we would camp out for the night to try our trailer tent out (bought off Ebay last October, and haven't tried it yet). I had to tell him I was 'on a roll' with my work and didn't want to interfere with that but he should take the boys...So they went and I was busily studying (HONEST) and got a phone call at about 9pm to say they had got there safely, put tent up etc, etc...but they forgot the remote for the tv (camping!?) and my hubby sounded all forlorn and lonely, ahhh...so I decided to go and join them. he was only camping about 10 miles away (just a trial run remember) at a campsite on a pub ground, I got my pj's and the dog and arrived at about 10.30pm. OMG! I couldn't believe what the place was like, full of teenagers, screaming, shouting, fighting, swearing...very nice, NOT. We settled in the tent, it's lovely and cosy, and tried to get off to sleep. Unfortunately there was no chance of that and the riotous behaviour carried on until, well it felt like 3am. Thennnn... my other half was only snoring allll night too, I could have throttled him! We got back here at about 10am, couldn't hang around there I would've killed someone! I can't believe what I heard there last night, and I think I'm pretty broad minded, I can't believe either that the pub let that go on until that hour in the morning, bet they don't get many 'regular' campers.

We haven't stopped since we got back (well, I did to write this). We are going camping for a whole weekend next Friday so we got it all ready for that. There's some serious organisation involved in camping! The mini rugby club my youngest 2 play for are holding their rugby festival next weekend at a place about 11 miles from our house (we get about don't we?). There is nowhere in our town to hold it, so they have it at Raglan. It's very successful actually and teams from England and Wales come over, I've never camped there but the boys have and loved it. It's a busy weekend for my husband as he's one of the coaches and a referee, he wont be performing however, there's no karaoke, thank heavens! He'll sing about 5 songs on a night out and kills every one! Of course I'm there throwing my knickers at him as he thinks he's a regular Tom Jones! (yeah right!), no, I do cheer and whoop very loudly, I've got to humour him!

Pretty quiet here now. I've just got out of the bath, still got conditioner in my hair as I've been nit combing it - my 12 year old has got nits! EEWWW... he hasn't infected the rest of us thankfully. It's one thing after the other isn't it? Husband is in work, youngest 2 getting ready for bed and I'm worried... My biggest dilemma for this week is that my 18 year old wants to spend the weekend here while we're at Raglan, that's ok but he wants to his 16 year old girlfriend with him - I'm not sure I'm happy about it(?) It's so different when it's your own children and I feel responsible too for his girlfriend, her parents are ok about it...I don't know, didn't help my sleepless night either and I dreamt I had a baby girl in my arms and she looked just like my son's girlfriend... (oops) this parenting thing doesn't get any easier as they get older, just different problems.

I'm off now to watch the 'Corrie' lot having an 'audience with'.............so, HI-DE-HI Campers! (and I did that with an authentic Welsh accent just like Ruth Madog!)

P.S. Oddb0dkins, if his clothes got dirty or creased he could do them himself, I've left a comment above your previous one for you! x

Sleepless nights

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 01:59:51 GMT

**I'm sad because I should be asleep but I'm afraid something upset me earlier and it's put me all off balance and I don't like it!

I'm not very good at being self-indulgent usually but I must say I certainly feel I deserve to be tonight!! I may explain sometime further down the line but for now this is just the beginning of my journal.

I think Mrs Fourboys was a character on 'One Foot in The Grave', I loved that programme! Well, I decided on that name because that is what I am mostly known for - having four boys! I have four sons, 18, 17, 12 and 10 and I think they are great, sometimes! We have our ups and downs but nothing changes the way I feel about them and I've had them so long now I couldn't imagine life without them!

I have a husband, a mum and dad, lots of inlaws or 'outlaws' as I like to think of them, many brothers (4) and 1 sister. We are a huge family, nephews, neices, cousins, etc...which I am grateful for, it's a double edged sword sometimes you think 'blood is thicker than water' when you are feeling particularly loyal and sometimes it's a case of 'you can chose your friends but not your family!'

I am babbling now, so I'll leave it there, as I said earlier I'm a bit delicate tonight so I don't want to divulge too much information - by the way **constitutes me being self indulgent!!! Not too wrapped up in myself am I? Hope not!