The McClennans

They’re creepy and they’re kooky,
Mysterious and spooky,
They’re all together ooky,


Fun fact; (because we love the fun facts): Bec’s last name is Adams!  So obviously it was necessary to get that song in up there.

The Mcclennan family.  Here’s my take on them, having lived with them for over 6 months.

I first went to stay with Bec and her family in May last year.  I was suffering from anxiety, adrenal fatigue, a bit of PTSD and was going through a break up.  I didn’t know any of this at the time though.  Apart from the breakup obvs.  I didn’t learn this until later, after I’d seen my therapist, whoops clearly wasn’t so good at listening to those cues… It never rains, it POURS, hey?

There is a very good quote that often catches my eye:

Don't forget to fall in love with yourself first (85).png

I stand by this quote and am an avid believer of helping yo’self – because it’s true, no one is coming for you – after all, it’s YOUR life.

HOWEVER, in last year’s case, Bec definitely was my hero.  There are often times in life when you are literally so down and out, so depleted and on empty that it’s hard, no it’s nigh impossible, to pick yourself up.  Not everyone reaches this low point in life, but for those who do – I just hope they have a best friend like me.  Because the truth is – at the very start, I didn’t pick myself up.  My people did.  My family and my best friend.  And once I had that tiny step up, I was able to go on and “be my own hero.”

Funny wee story cos we all love stories:

When Bec (Val) called Dean to let him know I was coming to stay, she said “I’ve got 2 things to tell you.  Two things that I didn’t confer with you on before making the decision.”  (Or words to that effect.)  She told him she’d bought a shed on 1-day and that I was coming to stay.  Amusingly, he was more pissed about the fact that she had purchased a shed without asking, than he was about her taking me in.
But ole Deano might be more wise than us girls think, because much to his chagrin, that shed is still sitting in their garage, and I’m long gone!!!

The McClennan Family was not a planned family.  They are a “mistake” family.  The old “whoops we’re preggas” family.  Twice!  But the amazing thing about these two clowns is that they manned up.  When Dean got Bec up the duff, (is it cool to say that by the way?  Like does that imply something negative?) we all know that there could have been much easier paths that could have been taken, than the one that they chose.  Shmishmortion (as one of my friends once called it!), adoption, the old tap and gap – or in this case the spud and gap (ya know, where you get your missis spudded and then do the gap?…again is this rude or is this okay to say?)…there are a plethora of alternative paths that could have been taken.  But full credit to these two.  They became parents and I guess they figured “if we’re gonna do this, then let’s do this well.  No messing around.”  Well power to them, because they nailed it and now they’ve got two awesome kids.  I’m biased because I’m their Godmother, but in all honestly, if I were to look at this objectively, I would still whole-heartedly feel the same.

I think people’s kids are a measure of them as people.  If your kid is a little s#!t then you’re probably a dick, because good people raise good kids and dickheads raise little shits that no one likes…or in some cases they don’t even raise them properly, because if they did, well then they wouldn’t be little shits, would they?

Their house is a museum
Where people come to see ’em
They really are a scream

Their house may not be a museum (actually it probably could be classified as a toy museum) but it is a place where the doors are always open.  Not literally – they live in the country and have woken up to cows on their back lawn trashing the kids’ paddling pool and shitting on the mini trampoline (that’s another story but Dean’s still a bit salty about that time, so we won’t bring it up just yet) so them doors gotta be kept shut, BUT it’s not uncommon for any man and his dog (and donkey and aunt and third half-brother’s wife twice removed’s best friends cousin.  Or whoever else…) to turn up.  Very much an open door policy here.  Except for the Jehovah Witnesses – don’t even get Dean started on them!

Like mother like daughter I guess, because Val’s told me a number of times that she recalls the number of strays her Mum brought home when she was growing up – seemed like they always had someone to stay at any given time.  Dean frequently jokes that as fast as he’s trying to kick the feral stray cats to the curb (turns out there are a lot on a farm! #farmlife) Val keeps bringing them on in, doors open, arms wide, warm welcome to the flea ridden, mangy creatures.

In all honesty I can attest to this.  At their previous home in Te Awamutu they were the house on the street that had all the kids playing there.  Toys all over the front lawn, kids running around the yard…you know, that house.  The one that all the kids in the neighbourhood congregate at.

Funny thing is, this was well before they had kids that could play.  I mean Cohen was less than a year old, ain’t no way he was out there on the bikes and scooters with the neighbourhood kids!

Example two: Val once left the kids whingeing and whining in the car on the side of the road for close to an hour (poor things were OUT OF THEIR MINDS with boredom – do you KNOW how long 1 hour feels to a 2 year old?! (side note: Bec could see them, hear them and the windows were down, no way was she neglecting or abandoning them)) while she tried to rescue a stray kitten.  She went back twice to where it was, and tried to lure it out.  It ended up costing her three muesli bars, a week’s supply of Alfie’s food (Alfie is their cat), part of a sandwich and part of an ice cream.  One hungry kitten.  Which she came home without, much to Dean’s relief.  If she wasn’t my best friend, I would go as far as saying that Dean is one of the most long-suffering guys out there…

So get a witch’s shawl on, 
A broomstick you can crawl on.
We’re going to make a call on 

So to give a bit of an insight into this family who made me part of their family for the time I lived with them, I thought I’d go ahead and share a few snaps of them.  Enjoy.
























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  1. Hi Sophie, I love your quote about being your own hero. And I’m glad hero’s don’t have to go it alone. As the song says, we get by with a little help from our friends! Yay for The McClennans! Keep writing, Laura Bee xo

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    1. Thanks Laura. I love that you commented because I never know who is reading this! It’s so nice to know someone out there is 😊 totally agree about getting by with a little help from our friends – not a truer word was spoken. Yay for friends! Lots of love to you all the way up there and sneakily hope to see you soon…. xxx


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