Things driving me B.A.R.M.Y currently.
Bananas. How can a family of five go through so many bananas? I eat approximately one every two weeks, so it’s not me. Who has the potassium craving? I know, I know. Better they scavenge from the fruit bowl than raid the pantry* for lollies or biscuits I guess.
Animals. There is a small scratching sound in the wall between the laundry and the bathroom. Son #1 was in the bath last night and called out to us nervously I think the echidna has found a way in! Also, those small squeaking noises in the lounge room ceiling that I thought were geckoes? I suspect they’re tiny bats. The wee, adorable-looking [and protected] ones, but bats nonetheless.
Recipes. The drudgery of thinking up a family meal every night of the week. It’s been spaghetti bolognaise for the past two nights. I must lift my game tonight. I’m thinking green salad with Ten Minute Tortilla, followed by apple crumble with cream.
Marble track. The bane of my life. They build it, the marbles run through it and I invariably tread on a loose marble in bare feet, usually when carrying a hot beverage.** Then trying to collect the stray marbles from our brick floor is akin to herding cats.
Yes. As in Yes, Son #1?
Yes, Son #2?
Yes, Son #3?
I gave the boys a home day today, because Son #2 has a cold and headache and slight fever, and then Son #1 announced he has a sore throat, and there is no way I’m driving all the way to school just for one child. (Bad mother, bad mother). So now I pay the price as I am trying to work (with short breaks for blogging) and every three and a half minutes I am interrupted by plaintive calls of Mu-um! With two syllables. In the end I subdued them with the storytape of Michael Morpurgo reading ‘Robin of Sherwood’. Three hours of listening. Three hours of peace.
* Son #2 has been calling the pantry the larder lately. I must remind him Enid Blyton is not the only decent children’s author from the twentieth century.
**I love the word beverage. A peculiarly American term. Like vehicle. I enjoy the formality of these words. Australians [and the English?] would just say ‘hot drink’ and ‘car’.
Hey, wanna see my calendar?
A pretty amateurish production, but endearingly so. And the profits went to a good cause.
Purchased this year in a feeble attempt to make me organised and feel … uh … hip. It isn’t working.
Can you believe Show and Tell moved to Thursdays because of a tv show? Me neither. But I do what I am told.