How Do You Find The Time??

Is a question I get asked a million times? 

The plain and simple of it, I don’t !! But I wouldn’t have it any other way. After having been out of work for some time, I soon realised I don’t like to sit around doing nothing. I have to be doing something. So when I was unable to work, due to PTSD, which is a whole different blog post, I started to eBay. It started off by just selling bits and bobs around the house, just like everyone else. I soon realised that I was finding it quite therapeutic too. I was interacting with people even if it was just on a virtual level, I liked that. I liked that I was good at it too. An opportunity came along where I was able to use some of the money I had made to buy more items to sell. From there RillyRoos started to grow. When it was getting too big for my bedroom, I knew I had to do something. 

We went off to get a storage locker, which then became two, then three, and an office. Before long, it was time to move into bigger pastures. We are now proud occupiers of a warehouse. 

But, this doesn’t answer the 1st question of ‘How do you find the time?’ 

As I have already said…. I don’t! 

I am up any time from 5.30 in the morning, some days I have a crafty snooze on the settee, and some days I just straight onto the PC to check the previous nights sales and answer any queries. Check emails and messages for potential clients etc, and then its time to get 4 out of the 6 fed & dressed ready for the day ahead and I often fall into bed at Midnight after finishing off bits & bobs from the day before. 

I have to say, if it wasn’t for Mr Rilly, I don’t think we would be as successful as we are now. He has given up his time and his career to be a stay at home dad, (Don’t tell him I said so, but he is pretty damn good at it) 

So there I am at the warehouse, 5 days a week, 8-9 hours a day, and I come home and often finish off little bits, or communicate with buyers and clients. And then BOOOOOM a new thing starts!! School event photography & Friends getting married and they know I have a love of photography, and its something I have wanted to try, so as a gift to them I have done their wedding photos, and I have to admit, I am pretty OK at it. Very proud of the shots (and thankfully so are the Brides & Grooms). Not only now do we have one business with 49 clients to sell for, in my spare time I do photography. 

I am not a wonder-woman, a supermom, or a career driven maniac, I am just a woman who likes to keep busy. 

Back to the question again…. How do I find the time?? I don’t, I MAKE the time. I enjoy what I do, I like being busy, I have a family that is supportive of the businesses, so its worth making that time for. 

And that’s the key, If you enjoy something, don’t just sit their moaning about not having the time to do it… MAKE the time to do it, what ever it may be. 


How Could I Love Another Baby As Much As You

There is nothing more magical that starting the journey of motherhood. You could never believe it possible to love another human being so much, having only just met them for the very first time, but you do. That wonderful moment when you hold your baby for the first time, and you watch their little face, you life couldn’t be any more perfect.

You watch this wonderful bundle of poop, sick and noise, grow. It toddles, it breaks things, it shouts really loud in public places, but you still smile with the tired smile of a mother, but with love pouring from your heart.

Next, whether it be planned or an happy accident, you find yourself pregnant again. You start off happy and excited to do it all over again. But, a little doubt, a little niggle creeps in. How on earth could I love another baby as much as I do for number 1?

I imagine it this way. 1st baby arrives and with it, it gives you a cake, the cake is how much you love your first baby, a whole cake full. The frosting is perfect, the aroma is intoxicating. This cake/love away from your first child? the reason for your being, the one who gave you this great big cake of motherhood love.

You cry, you wonder how, and the big day draws closer and closer, you keep looking at this cake and try different ways of splitting it between the 2 kiddies… 

But then, when baby comes, it comes with a huge suprise. It has its very own cake. Exactly the same size as the 1st cake, the design is different and the flavour is a little different too, but its just as perfect as the first. 

There is no sharing of love when it comes to your children, each child comes with its own cake, with its own frosting, and design. You may love all your children in their different ways, but if you could measure the cakes. They would all be exactly the same.

I feel very lucky to have 6 fabulous cakes. No wonder I am fat though 😉

Family No Theme Pics.

Just some gorgeous shots of my beautiful family.

Using some of the techniques learned from previous themes. Its amazing to see how much my photography has developed by just taking a photo a day (and somedays a lot more than 1)

This is 1.

This is 1.


This is 3. My Special Princess. Always grubbily perfect x

This is 3. My Special Princess. Always grubbily perfect x


3 being her usual cheeky self

3 being her usual cheeky self


Totally Off Theme But…

I am really pleased with some of the pictures I have taken this week

Mostly of ‘4’ … my 5 year old photogenic sweetheart/trouble 😉

This is my cheeky madam through and through this is

This is my cheeky madam through and through this is


This is #2 trying to hide from me

This is #2 trying to hide from me


#4 Again

#4 Again


& #4 again, being not so pretty ;)

& #4 again, being not so pretty 😉



Christmas Time at the Rillys

After a fun filled evening of spreading oats & glitter about the garden for the ‘Magic Reindeer Food’ and fighting off 4 excited kids that all want to try Santas apple pie, just to make sure its OK, and as soon as you turn one away they are biting into Rudolphs carrot, it was time to attempt a few Christmassy photographs. Its very true what they say about never working with kids or animals… I will share a couple of my favourite fails

Attempt of a nice family

Attempt of a nice family photoDSC_0077


Finally it was time to get the bouncing, fizzing, explosive little ones into bed, and settle down with a large alcoholic drink and set to wrapping the huge selection of various shops.

We started the wrapathon at 8pm. Mr Rilly was building some of the larger toys to save time in the morning, and give them something to play with while we wrestle opening the vacuum packs and twisty little wire things. It took us until just past midnight to finish, which I thought was pretty good to be honest. Fingers crossed now they would stay asleep until a reasonable hour.. we wish.!!
There was a little gentle pattering of feet around 3.30 in our room and a gentle whisper of “Mum is it time yet”. Then it was just a simple case of keeping the awake one quiet enough to keep the others asleep, so we endured a couple of hours of kicking, nudging and general excited chatter just to give the others the chance of sleep.

6am came along slowly, but it eventually arrived. Excited toddlers and groggy teens, and even more tired than normal parents, we all line up and trundle down the stairs. Eager faces bouncing in front of me. The amazing part of parenthood is opening the door into the magical wonderland of Christmas, and hearing the squeals of delight as they see that Santa has been.

Reality thumps you in the ass soon after though, when you cant find the smallest child because they are buried in a sea of paper, and requests of “Set this up” “open this” and “IT DOESNT WORK”  4 long hours of wrapping and 20 mins to destroy all that loving preparation, seems a little futile really. I wonder if it would be just as enjoyable if we opened everything the night before and set it all up ready for playing with??


Thankfully presents were a huge success, no major disappointments, and those moments were usually ours and not the kids anyway.

Hope you all had a fabulous Christmas and all the best for 2013



8 Go Off to the Dentist

I think the worst part was waking up and not knowing what time we were in the dentist for… I called them at 7.45 this morning, praying and hoping she wouldnt say 8 ‘o’clock, which has been known before. Ok not too bad it was 9am that we were in for. Mr Rilly. 1 & 2 were still in bed, 3, 4, 5, & 6 werent dressed. We had 45 mins to get 8 of us ready and get there.

First challenge, get the big ones up !! We all know what fun waking teenagers is .. mwah ha ha ha. 1 even asked if we were really going to the dentist, or was it a fib to just get them out of bed.

Dressing the little ones like a production line of dolls, well.. dolls that fight and dont like getting dressed before 8.30 on a school holiday.


Why do shoes always go missing when you are in a rush to go out???  Kids are running around with toothbrushes and frothy mouths, I am trying to chase them with wipes and hairbrushes trying to keep my eye out for random shoes poking out of toy boxes, & washing piles.

Finally we look ready and presentable with 5 minutes to spare. Not enough time for a brew though, damn !

Then starts the loading, this is military precision at its best. They all line up at the door and wait to be called, and then they are put in their seats and strapped in. Oh and there we go, 3 starts to sing along to the radio at the top of her voice.

Getting out of the car is just as organised thankfully, they all buddy up at the side of the road and we walk around the corner to the dentists. Phew, the place is empty. Lovely loud wooden floors that the little ones have to bang on as loud as they can.

First they call in 2, all is well, just some baby teeth bits to come out.

Then 4, all fab, she was so good and opened very wide

Then 1, all good again

Then 3, Normally she doesnt co-operate, but this time she was a little star and opened her mouth a little bit and kept thinking the dentist mirror thing was a spoon.

5 covered his eyes and barely opened his mouth

and little 6 just said hi

Then the fun really started when it was time to choose the stickers. What a tough decision for each of them. “No 2, there are no Spongebob ones” “No 4 you cant have 8 of them” “6 they are not for eating”

Oh well thats it now for another 6 months….

Knackered now :p

Cooking with Leg Warmers

Its time for dinner. 1st is the dilema of what to actually have for dinner. Followed by the trauma of food prep with the little darlings hanging onto your legs, hence the ‘Leg Warmers’

Now for me I have 3, 4 & 5 all wanting to ‘help’ which to them is being amazing children, but to me its plainly getting in my way and slowing me down, but for a quiet life I let them help, now 6 is toddling about too, he likes to join in warming up mummys legs.

So we decide on just making a nice simple bean on toast for arguments sake. It wont take long, but I can cover all the kitchen dangers in one foul swoop.

So first we grab the beans, and step over a couple of children on the way to the kitchen drawer. Pull out the tin opener and open the beans. As soon as the beans are revealed 3 gets her fingers in there straight away. As you grab the pan out of the cupboard you place it on the side, and before closing the door, you have to remove 5 & 6 from climbing in there. You turn to put the beans in the pan, and look around puzzled… where is the pan? Oh yes 4 has decided to move it, just because.

You finally find the pan and pop the beans in it (2 tins for us)

I really need to get 2 toasters, but alas I only have one. So I patiently count out the slices of bread, and each one I put down 3 has to touch, every single one. I place 4 in the toaster and 4 under the grill, when the toaster pops I place 4 more in. While this is going on I start getting fed up of the sound of my own voice “put that down, come away from there, leave that alone, hot hot hot”

As I start to get the toast out, 3 has to to touch every single piece again, so I send her off to set the table. (Which she does very well I must add) I move to get the plates out, again stepping over a few kids, kick a few toys, and pull more kids out of cupboards… finally we get to plate up and get everyone seated.

So a simple meal cooking with leg warmers is not that much fun.

Rilly Random – Tidy House V’s Messy House

As you walk in, you see everything gleaming and sparkling clean. You know for a fact that there is a place for everything and everything has its place in this home. You see the children playing nicely with a few toys. It feels tranquil and calm. You step carefully on the clean floor, unsure whether to be polite and remove your shoes.


As you walk in, if you havent already met the dog you soon will, as you step over the toys, clothes and most probably a toddler lying on the floor, you make your way cautiously towards the settee, steering around half of Mr Potato head, part of a train set and countless other items strategically placed in your way. Carefully moving a half eaten sandwich before you sit down, and if you are lucky there may even be a plate. Toys are scattered from wall to wall during the day time.

“He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I know which is my house. My house is the house of chaos, the house of play. The house of children. One day when they are all grown up, I will have the tidy dream home, and chances are I will miss the toys, and the crazy games of them all playing and jumping about. So for me, for now, while they are little, I am happy with my messy house.

Which is your house??