Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Weekend Wrap - 2015 Edition

Saturday: Got up at 5.40am cos Norsename (girl, almost 3) heard a noise and yelled, "Is that the neighbours?"  That woke up Angloname (boy, 18 months) and Andromeda.  Weetbix and toast in the playroom with Yo Gabba Gabba.  Andromeda leaves for work at 7.45am.  Spend next few hours making sure kids don't die.  We walk in the rain to the supermarket and I buy things we don't need.  We argue about playing in the park.  I say it's raining.  They say it's a park.  There's an impasse only broken by the lure of a sausage roll and a chance to look at the fish in Petstock.  Andromeda comes home at 2pm.  We briefly exchange information.  I go to work for nine hours.  Come home at midnight.  I accidentally slam a door which wakes up Norsename (girl, almost 3) and she yells, "I don't want a haircut!"  I have to sleep in her bed.

Sunday:  Got up at 5.50am because Angloname (boy, 18 months) gets up at 5.50am.  Weetbix and toast in the playroom with Yo Gabba Gabba.  Andromeda leaves for work at 7.45am.  Spend next few hours making sure kids don't die.  We go to Target and I buy things we don't need.  We walk past the church at 11am and the church bells ring.  Norsename (girl, almost 3) says, "The bells are too loud.  I don't like church."  I smirk.  Neither eat their healthy lunch and there's much protesting.  I say it's food.  They say it's yuk.  I put 'Frozen' on so I can do the laundry.  They sing 'Let It Go' at full volume.  Andromeda comes home at 2pm.  We briefly exchange information.  I go to work for nine hours.  I come in quietly this time.  I fall asleep at 1am, but am awake at 3am because Norsename (girl, almost 3) yells out, "Get out Angloname, it's my cubby house!"  She falls asleep.  I am wide awake.  I watch clock in horror.  The cat hasn't been inside for three years.

Still, you know.

14 comments:

Cath said...

Sounds like situation normal. My dear husband, Subtle, always counts a successful day as one where the children are still alive at the end of it. It is good to set the bar low.

But I feel for the cat. My cat sniffs the children's fingers when they shove them in her face. They have learnt early on that her allowing them to do that is a sign of affection. Again, setting the bar low.

Parenting - For The Win!

Alex said...

As I get older, I find myself having little moments where I almost regret not having children. Hopefully, reading this post will knock that on the head for a while. So, ta for that.

Seriously but — how ya goin'? Your eldest sounds like quite a character. Hard to believe it's been (almost) 3 years since she arrived on the scene.

squib said...

FINALLY! Someone has posted something

catlick said...

Thank you Perseus. I loved this. In so many ways. More please.

RandomGit said...

LOL! The mundacity gets on top of you for sure. Break up the monotony with handyman renovations, that way you're too tired to care about being bored.

patchouligirl said...

Thanks for the post! You have two now! How exhausting. Hang in there, I found life improves from about 4 years, when they are toilet trained and those awful day time naps end so you can all get a regular nights sleep.

Ramon Insertnamehere said...

Two now, eh?

Good work, Pers, old son.

catlick said...

'Proof Of Life' post from Ramon.

Melba said...

Perseus, I hope you are OK with fires. Is anyone in touch w/ him?

squib said...

He reviewed a book by Graham Greene on the 29th Dec, if that helps? He likened Greene to a "spastic Rimbaud"

Melba said...

Oh of course I forgot about his blog, shall head there now. And yes, that does help. Fires were happening then. THANKS

Melba said...

WHERE SQUIB? It's not on his page.

Alex said...

I had a look at that too, Melbs.

I know Squib's on GoodReads. Maybe Persey is too.

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