Question...

>> Thursday, 18 June 2009

...what do you do when your 3 year old son, sitting naked on the potty and doing anything he can to avoid getting into the bath, answers your statement that in 3 - 2 -1 he will be getting into the tub with this?

"No. When I blow my whistle Mama, in 3 - 2 - 1, you will start running...

"3 - 2 - 1! (Blows whistle. I think he 'popped' as well, but by this time I was laughing too hard to be sure)...

"START RUNNING! Why aren't you running, Mama????"


Or, what do you say when your 5 year old son, watching a middle-aged lady comforting a toddler who has just fallen down in the playground, turns to you and says, at the top of his voice;

"Aaaah... Look... She really cares about that baby, Mama..."


Now, I've been tagged. Twice, blast it. And this isn't one I can just brush off, no, it's the Recycling Week tag. You know. The one that gets you to put your money where your mouth is on the environment and doing your bit to save it.

Karen from the Rubbish Diet and Don't Tear Your Hair Out has set all mummy bloggers a challenge: how many can she get to take a recycling pledge and write about it? Well, two for starters are A Modern Mother and Rosie Scribble and they've tagged me on this one (thanks both. No, I mean it. Really...)

I've promised to recycle bottles and cans whilst I'm out and about. I know, I know, it seems a bit lightweight, but I already do most things on the list of possible pledges, with the notable exception of composting, but since I live in a flat in central London I figure I can pass on that one.

It's not as simple as just making the pledge though... I have to do a forfeit if I don't deliver. And mine? Take a deep breath. No chocolate for a week. NO CHOCOLATE FOR A WEEK! Am I crazy?

Want to join me? Then this one works as follows:

1. Visit http://www.recyclenow.com/ and sign up to one of the pledges to waste less.

2. Share the details of your pledge on your own blog.

3. Chose five other bloggers, who will also be up for a bit of recycling fun.

4. Come back to this post at The Rubbish Diet and share your pledge with others, by placing a link to your pledge in the comments field.

5. Optional - as a thank you to all involved The Rubbish Diet will be publishing a British Mummy Bloggers' Recycle Week carnival on Monday 29th June. To be included, simply submit your favourite post revealing the progress of your pledge by Saturday 27th June - email to karen[at]therubbishdiet[dot]co[dot]uk.

So, who do I tag that hasn't already been hit (sorry, blessed) by this one?

Amy at And 1 more Means Four (because you don't have enough to do, obviously)
Tasha at Wahm -Bam!
Melissa at Moretolifethanlaundry (in your spare time...)
Nixdminx (because it's not like you've got a fab new job or anything)
and because I know she's just going to love this, Pig in the Kitchen. Let's test out those French recycling facilties, shall we?

Right. I'm off to line my handbag with plastic so I can wash it out when the drips from my diet coke cans spill all over the inside of it, as I desperately hunt for recycling facilities and end up carrying it home instead...

21 comments:

The Gossamer Woman 18 June 2009 at 12:34  

Your boys are funny and adorable and I'm a very bad recycler.

Potty Mummy 18 June 2009 at 12:47  

Irene, thankyou, they are, and I get the impression from my fleeting visits that recycling is not that high on the agenda in the Netherlands. So don't feel too bad...

ALMOST MRS AVERAGE 18 June 2009 at 15:20  

Thank you, thank you, thank you. You've given me the kick up the wotsit I need to pop over after such a long time away.

Forever stuck in the recycling bin, will I ever get away I wonder?

Anyhooo, good luck with the pledgd and glad you couldn't get away with it :-D

Your boys are great. My youngest would get on with them brilliantly. The other day, he said quite loudly..."why has that man got big boobies mummy?"

I turned around.

It wasn't a man.

It was a poor lady who'd turned very red with embarrassment

Home Office Mum 18 June 2009 at 18:41  

Thanks for the tag (no seriously, my teeth aren't gritted at all). I already recycle my plastics, tins, cardboard, paper and glass. I have a compost bin and I've finally trained myself to take my reusable bags to the supermarket. I recycle old clothes by wearing them as I can't afford to buy anthing new. I refused to chuck food out (unless it's slimy or covered in mould). So I'm not managing to shop once every two weeks. It's amazing what you can make out of half a courgette a wedge of hardening cheese and a tin of lentils. Don't you wish you were coming to ours for dinner?

I can't guarantee I will take up the tag. HOwever, I will endeavour to keep up my recycling my stuff and will commit to emptying the bins around the house and separating the plastics/paper/glass from those into the recycling bin instead of just assuming they'll do it themselves.

Home Office Mum 18 June 2009 at 18:42  

Apologies for the number of errors in that comment. so tired I can barely type.

Potty Mummy 18 June 2009 at 20:23  

Karen, that could so easily have been me... (and thanks for the encouragement!)

Home Office Mum, you are excused any requirement to spell correctly (or for that matter take up the tag) based on your incredible schedule right now... I probably shouldn't have tagged you, but it seemed like a friendly thing to do after meeting you on Sunday!

ALMOST MRS AVERAGE 18 June 2009 at 21:21  

A Pleasure :-D

P.S. Hee hee, as you can see I have my fair share of typos too

Frog in the Field 18 June 2009 at 21:27  

Your boys are very funny, sorry, I mean naughty.
You know I just can't imagine them saying anything that might embarrass you....

Absolutely Write 18 June 2009 at 21:45  

I was telling my kids about something fairly boring and serious, when the little one glazed over, thought for a minute and then said "DO YOU KNOW, I can tickle my underarms without it tickling" ... which they both proceeded to do, to whoops of "woooo haaa, aha ha ha, do meee do meee, MUM tickle my feet now!!!!" And splash splash all over the floor.

That'll teach me for being boring.

Pig in the Kitchen 18 June 2009 at 23:47  

hmmm? Sorry? No, can't hear you, there's a fault on the line. Say again? No, still nothing. Oh, here comes a tunnel...

Potty Mummy 19 June 2009 at 09:10  

Karen, don't we all?

Frog, I don't know WHAT you're talking about (cue hollow laughter)

AW, thanks for visiting and commenting and gosh, that scene sounds so familiar...

Pig, Hello? I said, HELLO????

Frog in the Field 19 June 2009 at 09:14  

I doubt she'll hear you..probably singing some goddamn awful song...

Potty Mummy 19 June 2009 at 10:45  

Frog, Bonny Tyler, perhaps?

Potty Mummy 19 June 2009 at 11:05  

That's it then. I'm back off to Australia...

(if only)

Thames 19 June 2009 at 18:21  

Creative boys. Not sure what I would say. Why was 6 afraid of 7?

So I take it you've been using your own re-usable bags for years? (rub it in)

Pig in the Kitchen 20 June 2009 at 00:15  

...Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet...

Frog in the Field 20 June 2009 at 08:18  

Pig...step away from the microphone

Potty Mummy 21 June 2009 at 20:20  

Thames, what can I say? (And no. Not YEARS...)

Pig, you just couldn't help yourself, could you? I know we've never actually met but just tell; you have Bonnie Tyler hair don't you? DON'T YOU???

Frog, shall I make that two tickets to Sydney?

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