Three weeks into the holidays and I feel only slightly relaxed and rejuvenated. Why? Well, have you ever been stuck in a house with four children of varying ages and degrees of personality, just waiting to challenge you on whatever strays from your tight lips? Add a broken (hearted) car and torrential rain into the mix and it becomes the tasty cocktail known as school summer holidays.
The forest has lost its appeal and my photography is as mundane as the same old trees barking for a picture. Change is required before the apes (my sprogs in union) decide to conquer civilisation and tear down the fragile structures of society we have left on our lonesome postage stamp known as home. With no escape in sight, my only option is to call on the soothsayer, the one who holds the golden key to my children’s hearts: their father!
He has the ability to tame the natives into submission and coerce them to follow basic rules like make your bed, yes you do have to wear clean underwear everyday or do the wash up without killing each other.
As a side bar, it always amazes me how children are so enthusiastic about washing up till it becomes a chore. Suddenly the plates are too heavy, the pots will be stained forever and utensils are weapons in soapy water hunting their unwary fingers. My last Sprog fought for his right to do the wash up like the others at the beginning of the summer holidays. Now, when I see his face grimace at the mere thought of it, I cry a little inside knowing he has taken that step to becoming a big boy and feeling the pain of responsibility.
So, with a ticking time bomb of mutinous imnates walking around my prison, I am counting down the days to their father’s vacation time. With him as the main focus, I might just get away with planning mini escapes from this paradoxical paradise.
If you don’t hear from me, know that I love you all and the natives have probably disposed of me!
I am reporting to you live from the most incredible country, Australia! The weather has warmed up considerably since its first frosty reception (probably to acclimatise us) and we are now experiencing days of pure sunshine bliss mixed with cool evenings.
There is no way I could invite you over for a coffee because the drink of the day would have to be a cool drink, cold beer or crispy wine. Once you’ve chosen you’re poison, come sit next to me by the pool.
I have a secret to share with you – not a nice one. Yesterday, I think we missed the Grim Reaper by a hair’s breath. I don’t know if you caught the report on the accident at one of the local theme parks on the Gold Coast, a terrible tragedy that took four lives. We were supposed to be at that theme park and when the tragedy occurred we would have been there. It was only by providence that we missed the time slot and decided to forfeit our day at the park, driving past it and going to the beach and shopping centres instead.
As we lolloped amongst the waves, the news hit the headlines and we were struck with disbelief. Our family is large and the probability of us being on that ride would have been very high. The seriousness of this has stayed with me all night and I had to share my worry with you today. You see, when I travel with my sprogs and Hubble, I always guesstimate the probability of us dying in some freak accident. As I drive down unfamiliar motorways, I keep a wary eye out for the Reaper, in case he has one of our names on his list.
It’s a morbid way of looking at life, I know, but we can’t live forever. It’s just hard to accept that one of us might not get to see a full life. Maybe.
Anyhoo, shaking off my morbid coat, I can officially re-declare my love of Oz and it’s inhabitants. The place is a mixture of Zimbabwe and England, taking all the best weather, space, technology, infrastructure and design to create a eutopia that most crave. As we sit sipping our chilled drinks, soaking up the rays and twiddling our feet in the crystal clear water, I’m sure you’ll agree that this is a life we should aspire to. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll be lucky enough to count our last days on earth in this place, or another like it. We will see what happens.
Well, I’m ready to go in for a dip. The thermal heating has cracked the cold barrier on the water and this sun is baking my shoulders. Fancy joining me for a swim?
It’s a brisk, cold Monday and the moon is showing her pretty face tonight. As we walk to the coffee shop together, let’s stop by the river and look at the stars for a minute or two. It has been a hectic day couple of weeks and just pausing to look at something so serene has a calming effect.
Now that we are here, what shall we drink this week? I fancy a cappuccino for a change with extra chocolate sprinkles! What about you?
Well, my weekend has had its highs and lows. The highs were attending a fantastic baby shower on Sunday and watching the Hindu ceremony before it to bless the mum, dad and baby. The lows were damaging the car on a speed bump (I promise I was not driving fast!) and of course, my mum’s six month anniversary since her death. Sad and happy mixed.
As we sip our hot beverages, tell me about your weekend. What highs and lows did you have?
This week is half term which means lovely late mornings and relaxation. My sprogs are looking forward to Halloween and have started decorating the house! What plans do you have for Halloween? We will probably go trick or treating and spend the night watching Disney horrors. Party party!
Well, that’s all the news I have and I’m hoping you will have something to share with me! So, I’m sitting here…waiting to hear from you! 😀
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Happy mid-week break everyone. It’s the holidays here and the children are loving their late mornings and even later nights. Decent mealtimes have gone out the window and as I’m sitting here, my youngest is munching on carrot sticks and popcorn! Easter has been a quiet, peaceful affair with yummy Easter eggs still littering the house. My favourite this year has to be the Creme Egg. It is scrummy delicious!
As I mentioned in a previous post, eggs ran out early in our area and last minute shopping turned up absolutely nothing…not even a baby egg in sight. I left it too late and had to substitute Ferrero Rocher boxes for the older kids (not that I heard a complaint). Between the nephews and neices and my sprogs, I had to spread the eggs out fairly. My sister-in-law had the same problem and had to buy Cadbury Creme eggs for all the children. I am happily harvesting their little eggs because they don’t like them whilst they have the large egg. Win-win!
What do you have lined up for your Wensfriesday treat? Will it be chocolate or something more savoury considering the warmer weather?
Whatever it is, have a wonderful Wensfriesday! 😀 I’m off to find another eggy and I will leave you with a funny little song from This Is Jinsy.
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I’m sorry I haven’t been around but I am on a break.
Will be back soon.
Missing you already!