What happens when you have a hissy fit in a small, confined area (like a camper van) πŸ™ˆ

So, what happens when you have a Hissy Fit in a small, confined area (like a camper van?) πŸ™ˆ

Well, now I can tell you. But first let me set the scene…

We had a lovely stay at Waitomo Caves, the kids weren’t too fussed about seeing the glow worms so we spent the afternoon playing in the pool and around the campsite (…or doing laundry if your name is Mum).

We set off to Taupo the next day, and were about halfway through the 2 hour drive, when the little voice from the back whispered, “I’m going to be sick” πŸ™Š

So a swift pull over to the side of the road, and out comes the plastic bag, and a bag of wet wipes.. we’re pretty good at this travel sick malarkey now. Or so I thought πŸ™ˆ

One small spitty bag of sick later, we wipe poor Sid clean and tie up the bag ready to find a bin, when the real thunder chunks arrive πŸ˜πŸ™ŠπŸ€’

I’ve never seen the other 3 unbuckle and move so fast as to get out of the van and out of spew range πŸ˜‚

The poor van. Poor sid. Our poor luggage (that Sid was sitting next to) and poor us. One pack of wet wipes was NOT enough.

So we did the best spit-and-polish clean up job that we could, and drove on to Taupo, with air freshener and open windows.

Look at this though:


We found the campsite, which included some amazing hotpools and thermal spa, so we all got our togs on, but on arrival I had to do some cleaning of rainbow-hurl items, and the kids were all hot and bothered and every-bloody-body started arguing. Someone slapped someone else round the ear, I hit the roof (almost literally in this van) and stomped off in a Mummy Meltdown, all the way to the front seat of the van, and slammed the door.

So I’m sitting there in my swimming cossie, with hands that stink slightly of toddler sick, and I’m wondering to myself, why the fuck did I storm off to the front of this damn camper? Thats hardly far away enough. So I open my door and like a gazelle, I jump out. Except the seat of my cossie gets caught on the high passenger side elbow rest, and I actually, literally, rip the arse out of my swimsuit πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ

So storming off up the campsite really is a no-go now, I’ve got a bum cheek hanging out where it shouldn’t, and I enter the back door of the camper almost in shame.

One good thing is that the kids have been so stunned by my completely childish tantrum that they shut up πŸ˜‚πŸ˜†

So that’s what a hissy fit in a small area looks like for this family 🀣🀣🀣

In the wise words of Tom, we “drew a line through it” and tramped over to the thermal spa hot pools, and relaxed (as much as you can relax with four boys forcing you up and down the water slides, playing endless tag, and dunking you when you’re least expecting it 😍)


This morning we checked out Taupo central… It’s beautiful! The lake is HUGE and there’s Mt. Ruapehu in the distance, where you can ski and board.


After lunch we had a game of crazy golf, and the owner did mention that in her 13 years there, she’d never seen anything like it. What she is talking about is the 18th hole, where Joe teed off with a huge shot of his ball, which took flight and hit poor Tom in the nuts, before bouncing off into the cup. Hole in one.

The times you wish you’d had your camera ready, eh πŸ˜‚

Nice Joe, nice.

And onwards to Rotorua ❀❀

Me and five boys in a camper van πŸ™ˆ

My idyllic idea of a perfect, fun, happy family holiday in a camper van came crashing down last night.

This is the morning face of a woman on the edge πŸ˜‚


Seriously. The first day was brilliant, we found a secluded no exit road, right on the beach, with home made rope swings, crabs, shells and The Sea.. We had a sandwiches and skittles picnic and watched the sun go down.. it was gorgeous.

Then it was bedtime. Dear Lord 😝

Ten o’clock came and went (as did my bottle of wine) and the kids were still giggling and squabbling over who was sleeping with who. This shortly turned to fighting over who had which bed, and the final straw came when someone got punched. I am not built with much patience, and its a good job we were freedom camping with no neighbours as my shouting may have woken a few campers if there had been any nearby πŸ™ˆ

Sid ended up in bed with Mark, Tom and Joe were in the high bunk, FredΒ  had a bed to himself, and I was on the floor in a filthy protest. It didn’t last long. I got in bed with Mark and Sid after hearing a few noises outside πŸ˜‚

I did wake up a few times to the dulcetΒ  sound of snoring and farting, but that’s the price you pay for cohabiting with 5 boys πŸ˜†

Also Sid had a nightmare, Fred got up 3 times, and I heard a couple of mozzies flapping around my ears. I remember why I love hotels. Anyway. We’ve established how rough I feel, just cross your fingers that tonight goes a little smoother 😁

The days drive was brilliant, we passed a great cafe:Β  πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚


And Big Bertha is just brilliant. If anyone is thinking of hiring a camper in NZ- coastalcampers is the place to go, the van is awesome, and the owners are fab (and don’t mind daft questions within the first 2 hours) πŸ˜…

So we got up and drove to Hahei Beach- it’s beautiful! It rained pretty much all day today but we don’t care. The first one to get bowled over by a wave was Sid πŸ˜‚


We’ve found a campsite and we’ve done our first ‘dump station’ drop off πŸ™Š

I’ve bought a bottle of Gin. Tonight WILL be better. We will sleep. This is my mantra 😊

P.s. I bought Wi-Fi too πŸ˜‚πŸ™ˆ

Night all πŸ˜™





Forgiving assholes and the longest run

I decided this weekend that I’m going to attempt the couch to 10k, seeing as I’ve managed the 5k (and it didn’t, in fact, kill me as I thought it may πŸ˜…).

So today I set off down my usual route, with the intention of turning homeward when my phone beeped to tell me I was halfway. I’m 2 minutes away from halfway when I see my asshole ex-neighbours strolling towards me on a family walk… and in that split second, I felt a myriad of emotions:

anger (they built a bloody garden shed right in front of my kitchen window),

fear (oh god what if they try to speak to me? πŸ™ˆ),

panic (can I still breathe after 20 minutes running? πŸ˜†),

resignation (I’m going to HAVE to run past them cos there’s hedges on either side, they’ve seen me and it won’t look ‘normal’ to dive in a hedge πŸ™ˆπŸ™Š),

determination (fuck them, I’m going to run past looking like a bloody gazelle).

So I did. Run past them. But I also didn’t want to turn around and run past them AGAIN to run home, so I took the scenic route past a few cows, cow pats, and a lot of corn. I actually enjoyed it more than road running! Bonus.

The Asshole Ex-neighbours moved in about 5 years ago, and one half popped round amiably to say hello. I thought she was lovely. She asked about whether we knew anything about garden boundries with the other neighbours, so I gave her a couple of photocopies of our house plans, showing the surrounding house areas and boundaries. Within 2 weeks she had begun building a huge garden shed blocking our kitchen window. 😑 They built it exactly to legal boundary limits, meaning that the view of the back of a shed is all we now see from our window. Like I say: Assholes.

Taking the scenic route home did give me a clear 20 minutes to realise that the building of the Asshole Shed was actually the kickstart of us planning our trip abroad though, and by the time I got home, I realised that I should probably be thanking them. But they’re still Assholes.

And…. I managed a 6.3km run! πŸ’ͺ

Get in.

76 days to go! 😎

I am not a morning person! πŸ˜‚

One week of having the kids at home and I’m rocking in the corner πŸ˜‚

Not really… I love having them at home! Between the incessant “where are we going today mum?” And “can we stay in pyjamas?” (That’s 2 separate kids, so one big argument right there in the making), I become entertainer and referee, rolled into one.

So this morning I set my alarm early (6.55 IS early for me) to go for a birdsong jog. In my mind, this sparrow’s fart awakening would spur me into a healthy, good mood for the day.

The reality was that I rolled out of bed, chucked contact lenses in my eyes in a half-asleep stupor, rooted around the clean washing pile for jogging gear, then set off to welcome a butt cheek cramp for 2.5k while panicking that I wasn’t going to be home in time for hubby to get to work.

I repeat. I am NOT a morning person πŸ™ˆ

And.. 95 days to go!

Sell, Sell, Sell!

So we’ve started selling stuff.  Mostly books, DVDs, toys  (the ones that aren’t completely munted that is πŸ˜†) and the other thing we’re on to is the tip run. Well the tip pile. I need to drive to the tip with a shed load of stuff, but I can never remember which days the tip is closed on so the tip pile in the garden is just getting bigger and bigger, til I get off my ass and drive it all there. But I bet I’ll do it on a Thursday. And I bet the tip is closed on a Thursday. You can see my dilemma here πŸ˜‚

I also need to do a carboot sale or 3, but the idea of getting up and out the house by 6.45am on a Sunday is just not appealing. At all. That’s my serious hangover time with the kids πŸ™ˆ

Meanwhile, the running is going well! I’ve finally trotted out a 5k run in a not too shabby 34 minutes. And yes it’s still killing me. But in a perverse way I’m enjoying it! So I rewarded myself with  new pants 😎

And… 116 days to go!