Dear So and So

Dear Santa

I know I’m a bit early this year but I appreciate how busy you get so thought I’d give you a head start on this one.

It’s my arse you see. I’ve lost a fair bit of weight since the beginning of the year and am much happier. Unfortunately my boobs and bum just seem to have got bigger. People tell me they are more “prominent” because of the weight loss but I know better.

In your many years on earth you will no doubt have seen many things and am sure you will agree with me when I say, gravity can be a bitch. Any chance of a magical lift?

Love Her-who-promises-NOT-to-leave-you-one-of-her-own-mince-pies-this-year-and-go-to-M&S-instead

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Dear Self

A dirty orange sofa, with goose feather cushions. WHAT exactly were you thinking. Win the lottery immediately and replace the 3 seater & chair with something muted and classy. That is not orange.

Her who walks around the living room with her eyes closed.

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Dear DVD remote.

Your cousins, Sky remote and TV remote stay where we leave them. Always. As a result we dust them down, change their batteries regularly and stop the baby chewing on them. If you want to be treated with the same respect, stop hiding! It’s not funny, and it’s not clever!

Me x

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Dear Washing Machine

You are crap. Half of your programmes no longer work and those that do I’m not convinced about. Don’t sit there looking smug, I am going to replace you before long and then you are going to the big old scrap heap in the sky.

Her who covets a shiny washer that isn’t work-shy x

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Dear Clothing companies.

I am a lovely person. I have lost a fair bit of weight. Santa is (hopefully) taking care of the lack of pertness around my rear end but I am left with a serious problem. I have no clothes. I am shortly going to be doing the school run naked, which is illegal (and wrong) and I’m too pretty to go to prison. Which one of you wants to sponsor me a new kickarse wardrobe?

Her who doesn’t look good naked!

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Dear Domestic Goddess within

Have the weekend off, you deserve it.

Love, The Lazy Cow on the Outside

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Dear Kitty and Louis (Xfactor).

What in the name of all things musical?? I am watching you, not to improve your ratings but so I can stalk you properly and kick your backside if you make me cringe once more!

Just saying x

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Dear Readers

Spread the Curly & Candid love. I’m sure there are many people out there who would benefit from my sparkling wit (sarcasm) and humour (piss-taking). Share the love and point them this way. I love meeting new fans, they make me feel shiny and special.

As always, thanks for reading!!

Me who loves you all and honestly didn’t write these whilst drinking gin (ahem).

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Monday Morning Nicki Style

Generally speaking, I love Mondays and especially Monday mornings. The beginning of a new week, everything fresh and organised and back into routine. I’m not sure what went wrong this morning mind!

4.50am I wake up and am expelled from my bed. I can’t sleep back 5am, I’ve not managed it once in years. I’ve no idea why but have given up trying to convince myself I can stay in bed any longer.

5am – First Earl Grey of the morning (milk not lemon in case you were wondering).

5.10am Make packed lunches. This is the time I realise I didn’t empty Kieran’s box on Friday. There are no words to describe the stench. I clean his box, twice and made the lunches up. Roy didn’t have quiche this morning because I dropped the quiche dish on my foot and the quiche I lovingly prepared the night before has ended up between my toes. On the upside, the dish didn’t break, just half the bones in my foot.

6.30am By now I have made the pack-ups, have everything set-up / laid out and organised. Have done a load of emails and bits and pieces I needed to do, done any dishes, put a load of washing in and squeezed in another brew. Kieran comes down at 6.35am and asks for breakfast, Kieran goes back upstairs to tidy his room first.

7.15am Everyone is fed and Kieran is in the shower. Roy is sorting the last few bits and pieces he needs for work. Taylor has nearly finished his bottle.

7.30am – Kieran is dried and running in and out of his room naked showing me his lego creations while I frantically look for the last pack of baby wipes.

7.45am – Kiss husband goodbye, but fresh and clean baby in the cot to play, threaten Kieran with terrible things if he doesn’t get dressed NOW and jump in the shower. When in the shower I cut my leg shaving, get shampoo in my eyes and realise I left the towels in the bedroom. After a quick shake off I run full pelt for the bedroom, stepping on a Lego creation on the way.

8am. Kieran asked “Mummy, why is it you haven’t you got a winkle again?”.  I must remember to take the towels into the bedroom. I cleverly deflect the question by asking him nicely to GET DRESSED!

8.05am I get my jumper out of the wardrobe, go to put in on and a bloody great hairy spider jumps out of the sleeve. Seriously- it was HUGE! I squealed and Kieran came running through…

What’s wrong Mummy?

Urm, I stood on something and it made me jump“.  I don’t want him to start being frightened of spiders!

Oh, so you weren’t screaming at the big spider that just ran into Taylor’s room?“.

Ok then. I capture the Beast which will stay under that beaker until Roy gets home. Attempt two at putting the jumper on…. spider 2 falls out. What the….??? Luckily no 2 is dead, probably scared to death by the menance that is The Beast.

8.30am, Everyone is dressed, Lego is away. Kieran has his shoes on and as I pick Taylor up and give him a hug I realise he needs changing again. Argh!

8.40am. We are all ready, we are organised, we fly out of the house and get to school just as they are opening the doors.

9.15am I have been to Tesco, I am now home and have put the shopping away.

I look down….

I have a huge smear of baby poo on my jeans from bum change 2 or possibly 3.

Ahh, must be Monday morning!