Is this wrong of me?

I have put away a Playstation 2 for the kids for christmas.

OK, well, it's really for me.

I can't wait, am so bloody excited that I want to unpack it now and have a play. I can't wait to pay back our neighbours for all those parties they've had where they all end up playing Singstar late into the night and early into the morning.

Well, guess what feckers? I can't sing! And the speakers will be pointing at your windows. I think my favourite time to play will be 7am on a Sunday. I will just have to decide between 80's or 90's pop hits, which shall it be?

Stay tuned! or not...

I've been tagged, my virginity has been taken, thanks Ren :)

1. Where is your cell phone? On my bedside table, charging.
2. Where is your significant other? Out on a bike ride, finally doing it again :)
3. Your hair colour? Brunette with a few wisps of GREY!
4. Your mother? Is in a bit of pain at the moment with a herniated disc in her back, which she got from coughing!
5. Your father? Is probably sick of caring for the invalid. But at this very moment will be out playing golf.
6. Your favorite thing? Silence, and the smell of the children after having their hair washed.
7. Your dream last night? I don't remember.
8. Your dream/goal? My goal is to be debt free in the next 10 years. My dream is for everyone to be the best they can be, and to be happy with their life and choices.
9. The room you're in? My office, very messy.
10. Your hobby? Reading, and sleeping, can sleeping be classified as a hobby? I also enjoy, yes enjoy going to the gym.
11. Your fear? Having to organise a funeral for someone close to me.
12. Where do you want to be in six years? Back in the workforce, helping us to get closer to that goal mentioned above.
13. Where were you last night? At home, watching some god-awful kids movie, then watching a bit of Brad Pitt in a movie, no idea what it was about or what it was called.
14. What you’re not? Perfect, or even close. Not very tolerant of bad behaviour either.
15. One of your wish list items? A new camera and iPod dock thingy.
16. Where you grew up? Adelaide until I was 15, then Brisbane where I've stayed.
17. The last thing you did? Got everybody's breakfast and then cleaned the mess up. I feel like a waitress most days.
18. What are you wearing? My pyjamas
19. Your TV? Is turned off, I'm not a huge fan, but it will get turned on when the significant other half gets home, for sure.
20. Your pet? A cat, Murphy.
21. Your computer? Is bloody fantastic. I'd be lost without it, how would I entertain myself?
22. Your mood? Is chillaxed. A new word that I learnt yesterday.
23. Missing someone? Always
24. Your car? Is something that gets us from A to B.
25. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes and underwear (don't forget, I am in my pyjamas)
26. Favorite store? I don't know.
27. Your summer? Will be spent swimming and BBQing.
28. Love someone? Yes, I love lots of people.
29. Your favorite color? Red at the moment.
30. When is the last time you laughed? Yesterday, the children pinned me down on the floor and tickled me so much it made tears come. It was so much fun and I didn't realise I was still so ticklish.
31. Last time you cried? Last week, a few issues are slowly being sorted, but still have the tendency to make me sad.

So, my turn to tag, I don't know 5 people that haven't already been tagged, so can do just one, your turn Emma.

My life is a game show

Seriously, I am starting to think that it is. Why else would the children have to throw so many challenges at me before 8am. I think that the game is to see how far I can be pushed before I crack. This morning, they won :( . But, you know what I learnt? They can and do feel guilt when they see their mummy in tears. I'll keep that one up my sleeve.

There will be no special cereals in this house ever again. Weet-Bix and Porridge it is, so suck that one up you little monsters.

Phew, I feel better now.

Send out a search party

I am in the midst of trying to do my tax. Why do I always leave it until the last minute (or even make myself a new deadline).

Anyway, I am slowly getting buried under a mountain of paper work, please, if you don't hear from me for the next week, send out a search party.

Thanks.

Don't call me...

Dear Client

I know that we are friends, but honestly, do you really think it is appropriate to call someone at 2.30pm on a Sunday afternoon to discuss work? Just because you are working, doesn't mean I have to.

Honestly, grow some common sense woman.

Oh, and after 5pm, please don't call here as chances are I won't be able to hear a word you are saying due to screaming children, I don't like to leave them in the bath to drown each other like you do with yours. If I do hear you, I will completely forget what you have told me. It is normal practice to email any changes/corrections that you would like done, that way it is in writing and can not be misinterpreted. I have told you this, perhaps you've forgotten because I didn't email it?

I don't mind invoicing you though, and if you keep this up, I will have to start charging you double time on the weekends using my favourite code: id10t

Kind regards,
One pissed off supplier

Nearly the end of the week

Well, one day to go.

It has been a bit of a tough one though. As keen as Miss Perfect was to get to school on Monday, it didn't last long. By Tuesday morning she was in tears in the back of the car on the way. To the point where I had to get everyone out of the car, and walk her to her classroom. I've not had to do that all year. It happened again yesterday, but after a good mummy-daughter talk last night, we appeared to have got to the bottom of the problem.

The Middle Man and Mr Stubborn have been, how shall i say this?, naughty little shits this week. They are alright when it is just one of them, but get them together and I seem to spend my whole time breaking up fights (a few fists involved on a couple of occasions) or cleaning up after the mess they have made. Last night I had to go for a late night dive in the pool as one of their games during the day was throwing whatever they could get their hands onto in the pool *sighs*. Will this ever end.

Monday and back to school

The day has arrived, so why am I not feeling as jubilant as I thought I would? Oh that's right, because now I have to get out of my PJ's before 10am.

Miss Perfect was out of bed at 6am, and dressed, ready for school by 6.30am. She must be excited, as today she starts her tennis lessons that she has been nagging us about for the past 12 months. I hope she enjoys it.

The Middle Man starts his last term at Kindy today, then it is off to school for him next year. Where has time gone? I still remember what a perfect little baby he was (and is still pretty good), I remember his first steps, clear as day. His first word ("broken"), and the first time he said "I love you mummy". Gosh, I'm getting sentimental now, how am I going to be that first week of February?

Mr Stubborn has the joy of spending more time with me. I have cut back on his daycare days as the freelance work is not as busy as it should be. The whole industry is in a bit of a slump at the moment, and we really hope it picks up, otherwise I'll be stacking shelves at Coles to keep us afloat.

Happy Monday everyone.

Counting down

Counting down the final hours until 9am Monday. Oh lord, the past two days have been hell, pure hell. It seems that the squids have finally got sick of the sight of each other, and given that Miss Perfect and The Middle Man were practically living in each others pockets, I am not surprised. Last night saw an abrupt end to the week and a half long love-in between the two of them, with Miss Perfect booting The Middle Man out of her bedroom for - wait for this - SNORING. Oh, I roared with laughter, anyone that knows MATH and I in real life will see the humour in this.

Anyway, we've kept fairly busy these holidays trying to divert our arch enemy - boredom - from our doors, and I think we have done pretty well.

Mister Stubborn has developed that awful whingeing again, just when I thought it was gone for good. On the upside, he has decided that he can't poo in his nappy, nor his undies, and is happily sitting on the toilet for the event. Hi-hip-hooray for The Stubborn One.

MATH is taking The Middle Man to the Air Force Air Show tomorrow, so it might be a nice quiet day at home for the remaining three of us. We might even get some baking done to freeze for school lunches.

Camera is still broken, and oven still hasn't been cleaned *please mum, don't read this*

Damn you online shopping

I've been bitten by the bug, and, lets just say that Miss Perfect is going to be well decked out in the summer months. More swimsuits than days of the week (but she'll probably use them all), and more pretty summery dresses than I will be able to wash (or should I say that MATH will be able to wash?).

I must say though, that I have saved a lot of money, and that is what counts, huh?

Happy October 1 by the way.

Next month Mister Stubborn turns 3 (eeks!), and then, and only then will I start thinking about that other celebration the following month.