The Forgotten

I’m having dinner tonight. Well, I have dinner most nights. This one is different because it involves a few things. Or, rather, it doesn’t …like my kids. They’re not invited. And they’re not coming, and I don’t care how many whingy questions they ask or sad faces they pull. It…

You do what you need to in the moment

I am just a wee bit tired. And my brain appears to be broken, somewhat. After the “pouring coffee in the overhead cupboard” incident of last week, and the excitement of selling the remaining handful of my books I managed to successfully sign them and put the in the appropriately…

Speaking at their level

Argh! GAH! EEAAARRRRRGGGHHHHH! I may have mentioned it before, but sometimes children are exteremly annoying and trying, and, quite frankly, do my fucking head in. This time – like most times – Monkey Boy was at it. Domineering his younger brother and demanding he do stuff. The stuff that is…

Filthy, diseased vermin

Monkey Boy eventually gets around to completing the homework he’s had all week to do and needs to present this morning. In fairness, he’s been trying to tell me all week. Just in such a way that doesn’t distinguish from the other project he has to do, and sounding like…

Do I really want to know?

Back on the vegemite-sandwich-get-your-shoes-on-repeated-38-times-in-seven-minutes-school-drop-off-pick-up-swimming-lessons treadmill, then some crazy running around and organising and bag stuffing for tomorrow night’s Mums’ Night Out! A friend arrives, complete with own 3 kids, and dinner, to help stuff the bags. That done, and lolly bags for the goody bags rescued from toddlers (and, erm,…