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.