Fairness, Loyalty and RBS.

“It’s not fair! He gets a bigger muffin than me!”

“It’s not fair! She gets to stay up later than me.”

“It’s not fair; we always read his story book first.”

“It’s not fair. I never get to sit in the front.”

“It’s not fair. I always get more homework than he does.”

If you’re a parent, viagra buy this will sound all too familiar (perhaps more so when accompanied with a whiney intonation and the stamp of a foot.) The fairness debate is one we have in our house on a near daily basis. At any given point, ed one of our two will likely feel aggrieved that they’re being treated differently – usually less favourably – to the other. I often hear myself rationalising the disparity leading to the perceived unfairness, sometimes sensibly, other times less so, but always with the intent of explaining the difference and minimising the feeling of the lack of fairness, or factually stating why it is that someone is being treated differently.

“Well, your sister is older so she gets to stay up a little later, and remember you had extra time with mummy this morning because you were up first.” (Usually a time beginning with ‘6’ and on a day beginning with ‘S’)

“Yes, he might have got the biggest muffin, but yours had extra chocolate chips on top, so that balances it out.”

“She gets to sit in the front because she is taller and weighs more, so it’s safer for her to do so than it is for you.”

“Yes, I see that the yellow cup is bigger, but the orange one is really fun with the lid and the straw

Okay– I’m not sure I’d buy that last one either…

Mostly the rational explanations will suffice and are understood, but the initial feeling of unfairness is very real. Our five year old might claim it to be unfair, but as yet he hasn’t laboured the ‘she gets to stay up later than me’ point when his eyes are repeatedly closing and he can’t string a sentence together for yawning his head off. That’s what getting up a silly o’clock does for you.

Whilst most of the ‘it’s not fair’ grumbles from the kids don’t relate to the big things in life, I feel the lessons from these minor things are indeed important for our children. Playing fair, with one another, friends at home, classmates at school and in the sports teams they are part of, is something we encourage. The same goes for loyalty to the passionately supported football team, even when they’re on a losing streak; loyalty to a friend who has been there since day one despite the new girl next door having a new flicker scooter she lets you play with. Respecting one another, our views and opinions, our space and our possessions is equally important. Respecting others to the extent that you would only ever want to be fair and equitable with them feels basic.

As I’ve gotten older, and had to deal with grown up stuff like buying a new car, engaging with utility companies, meeting the kids teachers, sorting mortgages, general banking, dining out – I’ve become more attuned to what’s permissibly fair and what’s not.

Being loyal to an insurance company for over ten years but discovering my insurance premium continues to increase year after year, despite no claims, but new customers are guaranteed no premium increases in the first five years seems unfair.

Dining out and finding that the couple at the table beside us are tucking in to 25% off their bill simply because they booked on line (as they later told me, via their smart phone whilst standing directly outside the restaurant) whilst we just walked straight in and requested a table – that’ll make your Pollo Rigatoni stick in your throat.

Being greeted warmly by an enthusiastic and exuberant salesman and offered an attractive package to a TV subscription service as I wander through the local shopping centre trying to keep my eye on two kids who are compelled to run in completely opposite directions – only then to be told the super duper extra special offer wouldn’t apply to me as we already had the service in our family home (my husband being the existing customer whose name was at the top of the monthly (exorbitant) direct debit.) He didn’t seem all that warm to me after he determined I was by default already an existing customer. Perhaps I should have followed the kids lead and ran in the opposite direction at that first over the top ‘Good Morning Madam!’

Thankfully, one Bank getting it just right at the moment, and recognising loyalty by not ignoring existing customers is RBS. They’re saying goodbye to their top offers only being reserved for new customers (just as I should have done to the shopping centre salesman). They are saying goodbye and good riddance to the practice of hiding the best deals online, they are banishing 0% teaser rates that work out more expensive in the long run and are simply now saying hello to fairer banking. This I warm to.

Check out this fairness experiment from RBS:

Funny Fairness Experiment #thatsofa

The kids found this video hilarious – a talking sofa – who’d have thought?! But they got the point. It wasn’t fair that existing folks got chivvied along just because some new punters were approaching. They didn’t think it was fair that some people were getting things and others were not. Fairness in their words is making sure everyone feels good about what they get or have. It’s about treating people in a kind way and not differently to others. Fairness is about everyone having the same sized muffin – or at the very least a muffin that is just the right size for them! And whilst we were on the topic, our little monster thought it was a prime opportunity to remind me about the time nigh on three weeks ago when his sister got to play on the Xbox for a whole five minutes more than him, and he’d like that time recouped, thank you very much. It’s only fair after all!




I’m working with Britmums and RBS on this project and have been compensated. All opinions are my own. (Especially the one about 6am being too early to get up!)

Happy Thankyouful Day

I talked to the kids this morning about Thanksgiving, viagra prompted by a few things. My new boss is American, buy cialis so there’s a bit of a vibe in the workplace today though I’m sure he’d much rather be with his family watching American Football and eating turkey, sweet potato with marshmallows and pumpkin pie. But also we’re trying as a family to be more appreciative and grateful for the things we have.

Some time ago, we added a new element to the bedtime routine, and tucking in was accompanied by renditions of ‘three things I’m thankful for today’. It took while to get into the groove, with the Little Monster only being thankful for the things he saw as treats in the day – chocolate buttons after dinner, watching an episode of Scaredy Squirrel on Pop and getting to play on Mummys’ phone. But I encouraged him to share these thoughts, the practice being more important than the actual list. The Princess, like me, loves a list, so this was any easy ask for her to embrace. Similarly, her initial things to be thankful for were of the same ilk – cupcakes, watching movies, getting new toys. Yet over time, without really noticing, they’ve developed a broader thought process about the things that we have to be thankful for. Small, but beautiful things – enjoying a sunny walk to after school club, playing on the swing in the garden, having dinner as a family, getting to go to school, getting the last yoghurt at breakfast club, getting to sit in the front of the car with Mummy and turn the radio up loud, being able to sing, having strong arms to use to cuddle mummy and daddy, being able to help a friend with a tricky maths problem, staging (not winning!) a dance contest in the kitchen, crunching through crisp autumn leaves, stories at bedtime, soft toys to snuggle in to. Now I find we can’t stop at just three things.

The kids listened intently as I told them about the traditions many families in the US will be enjoying today. They were interested, and thoughtful about it, but the Monster summed it up beautifully when he said “So just like we do everyday Mummy but without the turkey and the football? Happy Thankyouful Day!”

Happy Thankyouful Day to you all!


Silent Sunday


School Holiday Sniffles

The October school holidays have arrived! Just a mere eight and a half short weeks since returning after a similarly long sun kissed summer break, sale and it’s time for my favourite school holiday of the year.

Autumn is my favourite season – golden crunchy leaves, viagra sales bright crisp mornings, hot drinks and cinnamon spiced carrot cake and no need to shave my legs until March. So we like to make the most of the break in October and with careful planning and budgeting our October holidays usually involve a mini break, always involve outdoorsy fun, always involve Halloween crafting and planning and unfortunately now inevitably always involve a poorly Little Monster who has sucked up all of those cheeky little germs that preschoolers and schoolers like to share amongst themselves when back in the confines of the classroom.

And it seems that we’re sticking with family tradition this October holidays. As the school bell trilled its last ring of the term, the Little Monster sneezed his first sneeze of the week. Such are the sniffles inevitable when we go off on holiday I’ve added tissues, snuffle babe and Calpol as standard to our packing list.

Thanks to Boots and this great back to school wall planner this far we’ve taken back to school health in our stride. Filled with handy tips and great product recommendations the organised mummy / project manager in me already has a cupboard stuffed with the bits and bobs we need to keep healthy, or in the Little Monster case, get over his ill timed sniffles with ease.

You can download the Boots wall planner and catch their helpful tips for all kinds of back to school health too.

Now, where’s those antibacterial hand wipes…..


A Monster Clear Out

We’ve been clearing out cupboards with gusto round ours lately. I’m not sure if Super Daddy was more concerned that I might be a) nesting or b) leaving him, there but black bin bags seemed to be multiplying on the upstairs landing every time I emerged from an upstairs room.

Warnings were given to the little people that under no circumstances were they to open the bags, generic see a car / stuffed dog / train / tea set (delete as appropriate) that had been wedged at the back of their toy cupboard for the last three years and decree with much wailing and screaming that this was their FAVOURITE toy and by no means should it be allowed to leave the confines of their bedrooms in search of a new life with another child.

That of course didn’t happen.

Somewhere between the hours of scraping fish finger remnants into the bin and scrubbing dirty fingernails in the bath it would appear that one little person peeked. It was only a teeny peek, so I’m told, into the top of a bag but the discovery that (boo hiss) nasty mummy was sending a ton of dress up dolls, long ago robbed of their dresses, off in search of an appropriate cover up from the musty racks of the charity store was made.

The reason for this mass clear out? It seems only two toys are flavour of the month in our house at the moment. A set of plastic jungle animals randomly mixed with dinosaurs, but when set out on the farm play mat make an excellent safari park. (Confused? Yes, me too.) And a rather colourful, if not unusual looking Monster High doll, which the seven year old princess loves.

The blue doll has scales all over her body, yellow and blue hair, fins on her arms and legs and a pet piranha that she carries around in a bag fashioned to look like a fish bowl, goes by the name of Lagoona Blue and is one of the many Monster High dolls that my daughter and her classmates have been raving about since school term started. Playing Monster High ‘top trumps’ with the princess, I discovered that my own favourite doll is Ghoulia Yelps. According to her stats, she’s a huge bookworm and the cleverest and most sophisticated girl at Monster High. Oh, and she’s a zombie. We have a lot in common after a busy working week. My own little monster tells me you can get these Monster High dolls here as well as other toys from Argos (having already indicated most of his Santa wish list can be found in the Argos catalogue just as his Daddy did many moons ago.)

So I seized the opportunity whilst the Monster High girls went on a class trip to the safari park to have a proper clear out and make way for new goodies that no doubt the upcoming festive season will bring (I didn’t say the C word…) Though it looks like we’ll be adding to the collection sooner than that as pocket money has already been earmarked for Draculaura….good job it’s nearly Halloween!


Can we build it? Yes we can

The super sister in law and I had a corker of an idea today. Our lightbulb moment came to us whilst we jointly tackled the assembling of Little Monster Blue’s new single bed. There I was clambering over chunky bits of wood still wearing my knee high boots such was my rush to start building it the minute I’d walked in the door, salve and there she was acquainting herself with the spanner whilst still wearing her puffy North Face winter jacket. In fairness to her she had only dropped in for a cuppa but through subliminal messaging I successfully roped her into helping me out without her really noticing, and frankly how on earth I thought I’d manage on my own anyway I’ll never know.

About twenty minutes in, and making great progress as we reminisced about the three hours it took us to mount a wall shelf a few years ago, we had the fantastic idea that we should set ourselves up in business as female furniture assemblers. Surely there’s a gap in the market there we agreed. This was whilst one of us struggled to hold up ‘Panel 3’ whilst the other grabbed a pile of books to prop up said panel so as we could turn our attentions to step 4 in the instructions. We cackled at how our toolkit would contain a selection of children’s books in various thicknesses for the propping up of parts that we weren’t quite sure actually went together. We discussed and agreed the division of labour, she would do the reading of the instructions, as despite me ‘familiarising myself with them’ for the recommended four minutes they suggested, I was still trying to complete step 5 with the panel facing the wrong way. We agreed I would do the screwing and turning of bolts and screws in hard to reach places as frankly her fat fingers didn’t make the task easy nor quick and we’d wasted precious time by having her take responsibility for that task when she didn’t have the right tools.

We didn’t get as far as discussing our company name, or our van as we just had to stop for a tea break upon reaching step 6 (it was an even number) but I’d like to think we’d call ourselves something like Janes of all Trades. We’d drive a pink van naturally as its all about the cliches.

We got there in the end with not man in sight.


Celebrating Successes!

You know how you have some days that are just out and out successes? Well, cialis sale this day goes down as one of those.

Today, cialis canada I’ve successfully managed to forget it was ‘bring in a baby photo’ for show and tell at preschool which resulted in one very sad boy at drop off this morning. Being *ahem* the supermummy that I strive to be, I quickly set about recovering the situation by running back to the car to obtain the baby photo that I was certain would be in my purse. I successfully managed to feel like the worlds worst mother when I discovered no baby photos of the little monster, but three of his sister.

In spectacular style, I then successfully managed in some freak ‘couldn’t do it again if I tried’ type incident, to stab myself in my own face with my car keys leaving a rather red raw lump on my lip. Braw.

My upward trajectory continued as I then successfully flashed the gas man my backside as I bent down in a very unladylike fashion to open the garage door. Not to worry too much though as I then topped that off with successfully managing to pass him a pack of sanitary towels and a toilet roll to hold whilst I showed him where the hot water tank was.

I was successfully beaten at Pictureka by an over enthusiastic 7 year old, and I successfully managed to cry as soon as Super Daddy asked me how my day was.

So now I’m off to successfully find the bottom of this bottle of wine that’s been winking at me since 6 o’clock!


Weekend by Numbers

One smashed watermelon, discount viagra one sad boy.
One smashed lamp, patient one cross mummy.
Two evening trips to the airport in the pouring rain.
One best friend safely deposited.
One husband and Daddy London bound.
Two coats of paint in one new family room.
Four days in still debating whether its grey or blue.
Three cold glasses of bubbles, watching Eleven Scotsmen get beat by the Belgians.
Five pounds from the tooth fairy because someone had no change.
Nine cupcakes with weird and wonderful flavours. One thousand calories per cake.
Ninety decibels multiplied by six, because my kids and their buddies don’t come with volume control.
Twelve giggling little ones tubing down the ski slopes.
Twelve sweaty littles ones after sixty minutes of sheer excitement.
Forty-five minutes spent in Ikea before voices became raised. Impressive, especially on a Sunday.
Twenty four birthday cards, thirty five candles.
One happy mummy with every reason to be thankful.


Perfect day

The sunshine has been and gone. Then came the thunderstorms. Heavy, cialis pounding, look relentless rain.

“Thank goodness we made it home before that came on.” I said, nodding my head towards the window.

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it is about learning to dance in the rain” pipes up the princess.

So we did.

We donned wellies, we cast aside rain jackets, and we danced and we danced and we danced in the rain.

Only when we were truly soaked to the skin did we stop.

“That was the best day of the holidays mummy.” Said the little monster. “You are a great, great mummy.”

All because we danced in the rain.

The princess and I then read Judy Blume together.

Just perfect.




Silent Sunday – 2nd June


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