28 May 2018

Week Twenty One

What a hectic week!  

Monday saw me finally admit defeat and I had to come home from work as my voice was barely audible, I couldn't make or take calls because people didn't need to be dealing with that squeak and my head was starting to get fuzzy.  I must have had an addled brain as I still exercised but barely being able to breathe is not cool.  Despite feeling like shit, I still did washing, cooked dinner, made up lunchboxes and generally kept up my usual duties.  

Like Mother's are wont to do. 

On Tuesday Molly and I took my broken glasses back to Specsavers and I was astonished when they said they're still under warranty, AND WILL BE REPLACED FREE OF CHARGE!  The hinge of the arm was broken, I thought they'd replace that, I was happy to pay for it, did not even think my glasses would be replaced.  Win!  We also went to the chemist where I picked up some new lippies for HALF PRICE and onto the park before coming home for a nap. 

Sadly our visit to the park included pee pants, a skinned knee and blood on my new dress and my favourite bangle breaking... after such a great morning, I couldn't help but feel like someone was having a laugh at my expense! 



Wednesday rolled around and Juffin started his descent into sick town as I was still pulling myself out of it.  

Is there anything worse than a sick male? 

Answer:  No. 

Ugh. 

I upped my salad game, popped my vitamin c and ignored him. Sometimes you just have to rise above. 

When I opened my eyes on Thursday and squinted at the clock and it said 6.45, I immediately rolled over and punched sicky in the arm.  He swore and jumped out of bed and then proceeded to cough up a lung I told him to call in sick because no customer wants to be confronted with a spluttering, squeaky mess.  Eww.  He was adamant he was going to work but after 10 more minutes of that bullshit he gave in and made the call. 

Honestly. 

Then I had to endure getting everyone and myself ready for kindy, school and work whilst he lay around feeling ill. 

INSERT POKER FACE EMOJI HERE

Of course, he had to drop me off so he could have Shirley, just in case he needed to go somewhere AS THERE AREN'T TWO OTHER REGISTERED VEHICLES HERE FOR HIM TO USE. 

I made him go to the Doctor.  If you're that ill you can go to the Doctor. 

Friday is Molly and Mummy day and we always go to the fruit shop, get a baby cino, grab a steamed dim sim.... it used to be enjoyable until madam turned into a tantrumming toddler and now I need to bribe with donuts and stickers and she still turns into a nightmare. It's hectic and I can't believe that I actually forgot that this is what they're like at this age.  How could I forget?  It goes on forever too.  Then we got home and she refused to sleep.  Like flat out refused.  I have the builder here repairing the bathroom and I couldn't just leave her in her room to scream. Which I usually do.  Yep, mother of the year. So at 2.30 I gave up and we had something to eat and then went to pick up Mushroom. 

Amazing news!  Mushroom had made it to 'FABULOUS JOB' at school for doing exceptionally well in reading groups!  HUZZAH!  Maybe our hard line at home is working. Either way, stoked!  And glad that I'd thought to buy him a little lego set to put away for these small wins as a reward.  



Hooray! 

Our weekend was hectic!  We had another birthday party, housework, washing, I let the kids paint and make a mess, hill on Sunday morning for me and some Daddy time for the kids. 

Over the last few weekends, at breakfast, we've had a very friendly, beaky visitor and this Sunday, he got a whole lot friendlier. 





Can you believe that shit?!  I spoke to a friend who has experience with the feathered folk and she believes that he must have been hand raised, as literally had no qualms jumping on Mushroom's head!  I don't know if he is a boy, but I'm just calling him him.  The kids don't have a name for our friend yet, and I'd just like him to fuck off forever as his beak is way too sharp for my liking and he landed on my head as well and I nearly died, but if he comes back I'll have to be nice to him for the kids sake.... 

After all that excitement, Mushroom was lucky enough to go over to the neighbours place to play for the rest of the day and Juffin took Molly to Bunnings and hung out with her so I could get my bake on and pull out this masterpiece. 

 

I didn't eat it, but traded it for a new pair of sneakers so feeling pretty comfortable with that exchange. 

If you have something I may want, I may be interested in a trade.. haha!  

Sadly my Sunday didn't end well and I gave in to a borderline migraine and hit the sack at 8.30.  Sometimes you just need to say fuck it and go to sleep and worry about getting shit done the next morning.  

Have a great week everyone!  



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