With 3 boys under 6, Buggy Blogger mum to J (5), B (3) and S (1) certainly has her hands full. This week she’s being driven batty by her new year’s resolutions.

“Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin flewed away. Uncle Billy lost his willy, on the motorway”. So sings J utterly unconcerned that we're now in January and all jingle bellsed out. Nor at all bothered about the rather disturbing nature of the ditty he's warbling. Jingle hells bells though Batman, I say this storyline looks terrifying…

But while Batman goes off in search of a good deodorant (and/or Uncle Billy’s missing appendage), I'm getting into a sweat about my New Year's resolutions. Luckily I didn't do anything rash like resolve to master parallel parking, switch to cloth nappies or convert the boys to spinach. However, my scary list of intent frankly has the hallmarks of a scheme conceived of by the Joker himself. And looking at it in the bald light of mid January, someone's certainly having a laugh and it’s not me.

Surely I wasn’t the one who drew up this derisible list of worthy ideals. Was I?

Apparently, on January 1st I decreed 2008 would be the year to:
- avoid toys at the table during meals (it's tough, but all superheroes are to be banished from mealtimes, bar daddy of course)
- cook nutritious and delicious home-made meals for the boys (a sad moment that, waving farewell to those villainous McCain Smiles)
- count down to the school run each morning in a timely and good humoured manner (no more hissing and spitting at the kids Cat Woman-style)
- lose that pregnancy weight (here's one for the Riddler: Q. When can baby weight no longer be called baby weight? A. When said baby is nearly 2 and there's no more time for procrastination)
- do something for ME that isn't “just” being a mummy.

And to that end, I've duly enrolled on a further education course in order to prod awake my dormant brain cells. And once the two of those have come round, I’ll be using all available “free” time to study. This being the case, it's with sad regret that I hereby give notice that this blog will cease to be. (Sobs.)

It's been an action-packed journey where I’ve shared my mistakes, laughs and triumphs. We've seen a fair share of vile baddies (especially inside the odd Huggies Super-Dry 4+), evil hoods (usually B wearing a Gap sweatshirt, having a wobbly) and comic lowlifes (J, nose to pavement, after another dramatic fall from his scooter). It's been a tale of heroism (mine!), love (mine, gush, gush!) and redemption (probably mine too though I'm not 100% what this means). In short, it's been non-stop. Move over Gotham City, right here’s where the action's been hot and gritty.

So anyway, thanks for reading. I'll be off then. (Got to retrieve Buzz Light Year from the kitchen table before anyone notices for starters.)

Good luck with you and yours. Oh and of course to Uncle Billy.

All the best,
The Buggy Blogger, the Escaped Crusader

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