When do you become an Aunty/Uncle?

I know, I can hear you now – when your sister/brother has a baby, thank you very much, moving on to the next blog…..
I am an Auntie to two, soon to be three, little girls. Whenever they greet me or talk about me I am referred to as Auntie… the problem is I am not.

They are my cousins kids.  My cousin doesn’t have any siblings, and we grew up around the corner from each other and so growing up he was more of a brother than a cousin. When he and his fiancée had their first girl, we were still very close and although my cousin’s partner’s family (keeping up?) complained that we shouldn’t be, me and my sister became Baby girl no. 1’s Aunties.

Enter Baby girl no. 2, and although we don’t see as much of them as we did things are still good so once again we became Aunties.

However since Baby girl no. 2 there have been some small fallings out, and then a much bigger one when the idiot fiancée took to Facebook to slag off my dad so we are no longer as close as we used to be.

As well as these small arguments, there has been some massive changes in my life in between the arrive of Baby girl no. 2 and the soon to be with us Baby no. 3 mainly I am now living with OH and with his unwillingness to get married again this is about as committed as the two of us are going to get. So does he now become an Uncle?

When I got the phone call to tell me Baby no. 3 was on her/his way I didn’t immediately grab the phone to tell him. In fact I didn’t tell him until I realised that my sister had told her boyfriend, manly because I thought he wouldn’t care. However, this got even more cogs turning. We are as committed to each other as we will get, doesn’t this mean that my family is now his family and vice versa?

Or do you only become an Uncle when married? That was my sisters point when I discussed this with her.

OH has told his nephews they can call me Aunty, which resulted in a question from them of “why are you getting married?” silence from the adult family members and a quick diversion of conversation by OH. His best friends kids have started to call me aunty so why am I holding back on making him an Uncle? Is it even up to me?

I am sure it wasn’t like this in fairy tales! Whatever happened to boy meets girl, they fall in love, get married and ride off into the sunset on a white horse!



Travel Insurance

I know it may not always sound like it, but I know I am lucky to be sharing my life with OH.

He has his good moments as well as his bad. I have always wanted a Christmas wreath on my front door and so earlier this week he stood in a queue for over an hour so that he could surprise me with one. The other day I was running low on petrol and happened to mention it to him and he turned up at work with a can of gas to fill my car so I could get home, and I have lost count at the number of times he has turned up at work with my lunch which I have left on the counter top as I ran out of the door late.

However, sometimes I could swing for him!

I was on the phone last night to my travel insurance provider looking to renew my insurance which runs out today. He overheard the conversation I was having about why the actual price was £100 more expensive than the quote they had sent me now I was on the phone to them. He convinced me to hang up and promised he would sort it. I did explain to him before I hung up that I had problems due to the DVT I have had in my leg, that it took me a lot of time to find this company… he promised he would look after it and muttered the immortal lines “trust me!”

When I woke up this morning, I was a little annoyed that I listened to him, but as he was going to sort it… however my feelings changes when in the mists of an argument about plastic utensils in a non-stick pan he then decides to ask me why don’t I spend my lunch break looking for travel insurance companies!!!!



It’s not nagging – I am just reminding you for the 100th time!

Since moving in with OH he has complained multiple times that I have started to nag. I am aware that I have started to nag, which I really hate, but I do and will continue to argue that it isn’t all my fault and most some of the reason for my nagging can be firmly placed on his shoulders.

For example over the last 12 hours (and please do bear in mind we were asleep for most of that time)

The Loo seat:
Last night when getting in to bed I ‘nagged’ about him leaving the toilet seat up. I would not have had to mention the toilet seat had it not been for the fact that five minutes before getting into bed I had gone to the loo and fallen in. Resulting not only in a wet back and legs but what I think is going to be a pretty awful bruise tomorrow.

His concern was a little off the mark when he simply pointed out “you should have seen the loo seat was up and put it down” All I am asking for him to put the loo seat back where it was when he first used it, is a little consideration too much to ask for?

Metal utensils in non-stick pans:
Now this little gem I learnt the hard way. It was my first night of Uni and I was desperate to make a good impression on my new house mates. I was worried they would judge me for leaving a mucky pan to soak on the side, and so I cleaned my non-stick, brand new pan with a scouring pad. Thus ending its non-stick life.

Now OH has a thing against plastic utensils. He loves metal utensils. He thinks they look better than their inferior plastic counterparts and has grudgingly accepted my plastic ones in the house so long as they are not left out on show.

This morning I came down to find a metal spoon and scratches inside my new rice cooker,. Yes it’s not ours it is something I have bought myself, out of my money, despite (and this is the REALLY annoying bit) the plastic spatula that came with rice cooker sitting clean on the side.

We still aren’t talking to each other!

So my new year’s resolution for this year …… OH I promise I will stop nagging….. if you promise to stop giving me things to nag about!!!!!


I’m worried my family are trying to kill OH

You may get the feeling by now that I can sometimes over react. I know shocker. However I am going to share with you a concern that I have had for at least two days now…. and that is… maybe… my family are trying to kill OH!

I know sometimes I say through gritted teeth I am going to kill him, but despite him being a grumpy, stubborn pain in the ass I really do love him. However….

OH is mildly allergic to nuts. Hence me treating myself to nuts on his credit card when he was being an ass.

However it would appear no matter how many times I tell my grandparents about his allergy they forget… or chose to forget – you chose! They have now tried to feed OH nuts on three separate occasions, the last of which took the form of an innocent Christmas pudding which my grandparents sent me home with after dropping in their Christmas presents the other weekend. Luckily I had suspicions (of the included nuts, not the murderous tendency) and so I have had to eat all the puddings myself. The things we have to do for the people we love right?!

However, while focusing on my grandparent’s attempts to off OH I have overlooked other members of my family and now it would seem my grandparents have enlisted the help of my Aunty. She bought OH some lovely patterned socks for Christmas, which OH wore with pride on Boxing Day morning… before falling down half the stairs sometime after lunch!

I heard a bang but being with his family I didn’t got to explore and bless him he spent a good 10 minutes on the floor at the bottom of the stairs.

You will be pleased to hear that he escaped without any broken bones, although he did hurt his foot and it took a few hours for feeling to return to all his fingers, but for now all is well. Until my family try again that is 😉


Isn’t it Ironic!

So the first few days in my new house with OH has been eventful. It has taken me a while but I am pleased to report that the tears have reduced some what. I can now walk in the kitchen and get milk from the fridge without bursting into tears. Mum and dad got us this lovely “Love one another as I have loved you” fridge magnet and I just read so many different meanings into it that it makes me cry.

I can also report I am able to retrieve cookbooks from the shelf without bursting into tears. My Aunty gave me a cookbook that my Uncle got for her when they first lived together. Sadly my Uncle is no longer with us, and the fact she thought she would give it to me…

Also I am even able to face putting away my clothes into the wardrobe; although I have so many clothes that this will take a while to complete! Notice I said so many and not too many – you can never have too many clothes or shoes – and yes I do still have nothing to wear!

However I do want to share with you one incident that lead to a massive fight, more tears and 2 hours of me sobbing down the phone in my local supermarket to my mother about how the many I loved was an idiot. Yes I did get some very funny looks from the other customers that night!

Let me set the scene… it was Monday evening and I had come in from a very tiring day at work (note to self, if I ever move house again – take time off work, in fact better note to self, never move house again!!) and all I wanted to do was go shopping. The cupboards are still pretty empty and this with with OH coming we have lots of guests coming to visit. Plus I thought it would make this house feel more like my home.

So I walk through the door and explain how I want to go shopping to stop the cupboards together and just get some stuff in so it feels more like a home (no tears) OH felt that two of us going shopping while the house was full of shopping was a waste of time and point blankly refused to go with me. At this point I started to cry – I blame the tiredness. OH was less than impressed that I was upset and not being practical. I was heartbroken that maybe he didn’t understand me and what did this mean for our life together (I may have a slight tendency to over react!) He said we could just go later in the week, after his birthday.

As previously mentioned the conversation ended not as I had hoped, with me leaving the house and spending two hours walking aimlessly around our local supermarket, not knowing what I wanted to put in the trolley I had, but being very aware that we needed everything. I also spent most of that trip on the phone to various members of my family discussing how the guy of my dreams is also a huge ass (an insult to asses I know!)

2 hours and over £100 later I had filled a trolley and made myself feel slightly better by buying nuts on his credit card! (Side note: OH is mildly allergic to nuts – as in if he eats them he has to drink some water quickly not if I open the bag he will die) and after the way he had spoken to me I kinda thought I deserved a little treat, on him.

So to the point… as I have previously mentioned this week was OH birthday and we had his folks coming for tea, I had offered to get some stuff in specifically for it and cook but he said it wasn’t needed, we would more than likely go out for tea. So his folks arrive and low and behold, OH changes his mind (it is his birthday after all) and instead decides he will just through something together……….. from what we have in our cupboards.

Good job they were stocked from my shopping trip – ass!