Picture the scene, it’s chucking it down with rain, the kids have said the word ‘bored’ approximately 438 times since 7am and colouring just isn’t cutting it anymore.
Thanks to the Ginger Fox Games Club we were sent some more Family Games to try out. We have played some of their games before and loved them. This time we got to play with Corks and The Emoji Game.
Could you be the last person holding the gold cork?
A fast and furious card game of elimination, speed, thought, co-ordination, stealth and dastardly cunning – when the need to get a cork comes before all others…
It’s a corker of a game!
Corks is a fab colourful game that the whole family can get involved in. It’s fast and fun and you could find yourself winning the brilliant golden cork!
I love my children and I love being a Mum. Like most parents I often doubt how good I am at it though. My confidence seems to have buggered off on holiday and is currently getting smashed in a bar in Ibiza, dancing to the Macarena & fending off pissed up admirers who’ve had a little too much Dutch courage. Do I do enough? Am I bringing them up the right way? Am I ballsing it up? Do they eat enough fruit, get enough sleep?It’s easy to doubt yourself though, probably far easier than it is to convince yourself that actually you’re doing your best and that your best IS good enough. When I had children I think my confidence took a knock as also spoken about by the lovely Lianne at Anklebiters Adventures, whilst I’ve never been much of a gobby cow I’m sure I was never quite as reserved as a kid/teen and would speak up if I needed to.
Sometimes you find yourself watching ‘that parent’ the one who just seems to constantly have their shit together and wish you could be just like them. They just have that air of togetherness about them and you just can’t imagine them flapping about forgetting to rub their concealer in or leaving shaving foam all over their chin. Have they though? Are they showing a calm and collected exterior when in reality they’ve spent the morning scraping shit off the bathroom floor or wondering how the feck they’re meant to remove the Sharpie drawn poo emoji from the hallway wall.
There’s a work colleague that I’ve known for a good few years that I’d love to be more like. Absolute opposite of me, he oozes confidence and lives his life not giving two f**ks what anyone thinks of him, not in a ‘he’s a bit of an arrogant twat’ kind of way, just the take no shit kind of way. For the purpose of this post we’ll call him Dave, I would like to be like him.
But I’m not.
I’m actually an anxious and quite shy person. People who know me well would probably read this and think “huh?” forgetting that when they first met me I would have been the one sat in the corner, not saying a word. I hate being the centre of attention, having all eyes on me – one of the reasons I’d never want a big wedding. I hate being picked for role play scenarios during training at work, when my name is called I want to get up and run. Of course I can’t and don’t, mainly because my arse would wobble about way too much and draw even more attention to me but enough about that.
Some time ago I read a post by Amy Treasure about faking confidence and have kept it in mind ever since. In the post she talks about thinking of someone that you think of as really confident and do what you think they would. So I think of Dave and what he would do. I use it to stop myself from legging it away from something that makes me nervous.
I have started to force myself to be more confident even though I don’t really feel it. I find it quite easy to jump in and make myself heard when it’s anything to do with my children however if someone is upsetting me personally I tend to bite my tongue and fume inside. With age I’m finding I’m quicker to say my peace but I still go over things in my mind and wish I’d said this or that. I hope that in the years to come I’ll begin to feel more at ease with myself and find my long lost confidence.
Do you feel more or less confident after having children? Do you think you’re exactly the same as before or do you have ways of faking it til you make it too?
If, like me,you spend most nights trying not to bludgeon your hubby (or wife, dog or anyone else for that matter) to death with your favourite shoes (tip – use the daps they’re stingy and deliver a satisfying slap) then I totally feel your pain!
I’m talking the kind of snoring that could wake the dead, that you can imagine the Little Green Men hearing from Mars, wondering what on earth that bloody noise is and whether they’re being threatened or asked down for a pint. At some point you lose patience and think “sod this for a laugh” and bugger off downstairs to the settee. Only if you’re anything like me then a few too many episodes of Stranger Things means you don’t really fancy being stuck downstairs on your own in the dark. How is it possible for it to be so bloody loud?! I’ve often wondered if the neighbours can hear it but then I doubt it as they tend to watch Westerns on TV rather loudly in bed. Which in all honesty can be preferable to Snorting Sid to the left of me.
My kids are now of the age that aside from staying out too late (the teen) and keeping me up worrying and perhaps waking due to illness on occasion (littler ones) that I should actually be getting a decent nights kip. Fat chance of that.
I seem to end up in the kids room most nights, with my daughter the human optopus where it’s not unusual to wake up with a foot or arse to the face. Little Man snores too, mind you it’s like a form of torture. Hubby gets to starfish in the bed by himself and then has the cheek to say “that was an awful night’s sleep” while scratching his arse and seeking out the cup of tea which I will undoubtedly have made him. I, on the other hand, am spooning, no – make that ladling – coffee into a cup and inhaling it.
We have tried everything going to stop it but none of the magic lotions and potions have helped one iota and those nose strips do look a bit stupid – let’s be fair. To be honest I’m quite surprised he has any ribs left with the amount of elbowing they’ve taken over the years and no, that doesn’t work either, well apart from the 3 seconds he stays awake to shout at me for digging him again. Getting him to turn over just makes him snort a bit and start again.
Sales of energy drinks and coffee must be through the roof because of me to be truthful! Maybe I should try and invent one of my own and call it Snoring Stamina, that’s one for Dragon’s Den right there! So, since we’re not rich enough to own a 10 bedroom mansion where I can have my own private haven and I don’t really fancy a long stretch in the nick I’ll just have to put up with it unless anyone can suggest a magic cure that doesn’t involve smothering with a pillow?!
How do you deal with snoring? Any suggestions welcome!
It’s getting close to Christmas, the kids are constantly bouncing off the ceiling and somehow you want to keep them amused that doesn’t necessarily mean tablets or TV. Board/card games are a firm favourite in this house and never fail to get everyone involved from the littlest to biggest.
We were delighted to join the Ginger Fox Games Club and were sent some Family Games to try out. They sent us Cat Chaos and Which One?
These cards are hilariously cat themed and each one is a different take on a celebrity.
Are you feline lucky? Join this A-List cast of feline celebrities for a fast and frantic game of cat chaos, swap, grab and claw your way to victory by collecting cat-suits… just get stuck in and watch the fur fly!
There are 25 different sets of 4 cards (known as a cat suit) all with a celebri-cat on and differently coloured. The aim of the game is to be the 1st one to turn each of your cards into complete suits. You swap cards back and fore with the pile in the middle, it can get a bit mad with 4 players which only adds to the fun! This game is aimed at 8+ but my 5 year old daughter was ok playing it and we also played pairs and snap with it. We really enjoyed playing this, after we’d sat and laughed at each one first. Whoever came up with them is a genius!
- RRP: £8.00
- Age 8+
- 2 to 8 players
Which One? is a question and answer game containing 300 question cards and 1500 different questions on subjects ranging from British Sitcoms to the Phonetic Alphabet.
The question and answer game matching game with a twist! Match the ‘Which One?’ questions to the correct answers to win points but watch out – just one wrong match will lose you everything!
The box contains all you need:
- Question cards
- Answer/scoring sheets
The cards have the 5 possible answers at the top and the aim is then to decide which answer goes with which question. The answers are on the back of each card so make sure nobody is having a sneaky peak!! You get a point for each right answer but if you get one wrong it cancels all the points you got and takes you back to zero. Booo. Then start with another card and the first player to score 21 points is the winner.
I can see this being really good fun around the table after Christmas Dinner or Christmas Eve/Boxing day fun. It has a real mix of questions some you’ll find really easy other that’ll fry your brain!
- RRP: £18.00
- Age 14+
- 1 or more players
Does your family like to play games?
*We were gifted the games for the purpose of this review however all opinions remain honest and my own*
I don’t have any little babies anymore but the kids will always be my babies. Cor, can you imagine how disgusted the teen would be reading that? He’s upstairs pretending he hates me but I know the elbow nudges as he goes past means he loves me really. Either that or I’m just in his bloody way.
I have 3 ‘babies’ aged 19, 8 and 5. I had my 1st at 20, god I was young. Too young, certainly according to the disapproving looks from some nosey gits. I should have gone out in a school uniform just for the fun of it, that would give them something to tut about, wouldn’t it! I ended up as a single parent and it was bloody hard working and bringing up a kid by yourself. I wouldn’t change it though. He might be a knobhead teenager at times but most of the time he’s quite sweet and has bagged himself the loveliest girlfriend. He loves free running, which most of the time makes me cringe but he does have a good talent for it and it keeps him out of trouble. Apart from the odd falling asleep on the loo drunk incident I can’t say he’s ever brought trouble to my door.
Baby number 2 came along when I was 31. Big gap, huh? As I mentioned in 10 Facts About Me I hated giving birth, it was one (actually 3) of the worst things I’ve ever done. I love my kids with all my heart but shiiiiiiiit I wish someone told you without lying how bad it is BEFORE you go and get yourself up the duff. All I got was “oh it’s like a big poo” or “it’s a bit sore but not so bad” LYING BASTARDS. This Little Man hated sleeping anywhere other than with me and has grown to be a very mild mannered, thoughtful and kind boy who loves maths (doesn’t get that from me!) and Pokemon cards.
My last baby at 34 turned out to be a girl which we were very happy with as we felt she completed our family. I had Hyperemesis with all my children but this was by far the worst, I spent endless weeks in bed being sick. She was a much wanted baby but god I hated that pregnancy. Bad pregnancy should = nice easy labour shouldn’t it? Well it bloody didn’t. I had an emergency section after 3 years in labour. She turned out to be a good sleeper though, she’s the only one of the three who even entertained the idea of a Moses basket. She loves gymnastics, mothering her ‘baba’s’ and nagging for a puppy.
So that’s my three babies, I’m all done having them now and look forward to Grandchildren at some point in the future (looooonnnngggg into the future I hope!) I wouldn’t change any of them for the world, well maybe I’d make my daughter a little less grumpy when she gets out of bed and my teen a little quieter at night but they all have their little quirks that makes them who they are.