and all through the house,
all you could hear was the click of a mouse.
Dad was busy configuring the laptops,
as Mum did some washing and hung out the jocks.
The children were happily playing with toys,
while the dog was busy making heaps of noise.
The stockings were empty and the cupboard was bare,
because all of the family had eaten their share.
There was plenty of food and presents galore
and not one person was left wanting more.
They came, they saw, they talked and they ate,
and for once didn't whinge about anything not to their taste!
All in all a good Christmas was had by us all
but who gave the dog that damn squeaky ball????
Now I have two days to spend with my boys
if only I could drag them away from their toys!
(with apologies to whoever wrote the original night before Christmas poem)
Friday 26 December 2008
Thursday 25 December 2008
Relatively short and sweet ...
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas surrounded by love, laughter and someone else to do the dishes!
(Had to post this now before I started saying 'Cherry Mistmas.' It's past noon somewhere isn't it?)
Now I'm off to stop the dog from eating the wrapping paper, mop the floor, prepare the food, make sure the toilets are clean for the visitors, finish mowing the front lawn, vacuum the TV room, double check the presents to make sure I haven't missed anyone and then hopefully enjoy myself. Peter should be home by 9:30am so the real present opening can commence then.
Enjoy your day!!
(Had to post this now before I started saying 'Cherry Mistmas.' It's past noon somewhere isn't it?)
Now I'm off to stop the dog from eating the wrapping paper, mop the floor, prepare the food, make sure the toilets are clean for the visitors, finish mowing the front lawn, vacuum the TV room, double check the presents to make sure I haven't missed anyone and then hopefully enjoy myself. Peter should be home by 9:30am so the real present opening can commence then.
Enjoy your day!!
Monday 22 December 2008
I'm sure the Universe is trying to tell me something
I was all inspired to write a post Saturday night but my computer kept telling me that "this page cannot be displayed" so I couldn't. So I tried again on Sunday, having forgotten half of what I wanted to say, only to be greeted with the same message. Now I have access again, I can't remember any of what I wanted to say and I don't have the time.
I think the Universe is telling me to "get off that damn computer and stay off!!!"
Off to the salt mines for another day of fruitless labour. I'll try again tonight if anything inspiring comes to me in the meantime.
I think the Universe is telling me to "get off that damn computer and stay off!!!"
Off to the salt mines for another day of fruitless labour. I'll try again tonight if anything inspiring comes to me in the meantime.
Friday 19 December 2008
I've started this post 5 times already ..
and I still can't decide what to write. I wanted to be all witty and funny but that's just not happening right now. Then I thought I'd go all deep and meaningful, but that's not happening either. So I'm just going to ramble and hope to God that something inspirational comes to me in the process. (It's not working so far but I guess you got that already didn't you?)
Hmm .. now what?
Maybe I could ... (got nothing)
How about ... (insert crickets chirping here)
Or possibly ... (still nothing)
Ummmm ... (nope ... nada, zip, zilch, zero)
OK. Leave it with me. I'll get back to you sometime soon .. or maybe later.
Hmm .. now what?
Maybe I could ... (got nothing)
How about ... (insert crickets chirping here)
Or possibly ... (still nothing)
Ummmm ... (nope ... nada, zip, zilch, zero)
OK. Leave it with me. I'll get back to you sometime soon .. or maybe later.
Saturday 13 December 2008
Another week over ..
and closer to Christmas .. noooooo! There's still so much to organise and never enough hours available. When, oh when will they invent a cloning machine .. for temporary clones of course, because the world couldn't cope with multiple copies of me and it most certainly couldn't cope with copies of some of the "challenging" individuals I work with. I have enough trouble coping with the originals!!
Anyway, the week that was went something like this:
Sunday: went looking for lounges for the games room and ended up at a pet shop instead. Decided not to buy the extremely cute puppy we found and went home to wonder if we'd made the right decision.
Monday: Back to work to find out I'd been volunteered for more crappy time-consuming fiddly jobs. Chucked a major paddy and manged to delegate most of them back from whence they came. Found out we have stocktake three weeks after Christmas right in the middle of the back-to-school sales. Wondered about the mentality of the higher-ups who make these stupid decisions. Gave up on trying to find logic in their thought processes and wondered some more about the puppy decision.
Tuesday: Went back to buy the puppy but he'd already been sold. Had a look at the other puppies in that shop but they were all kelpie or heeler crosses .. not good in a standard suburban backyard. Went to work in a foul mood because how dare they sell my puppy! Peter came over to work to show me photos of another lot of puppies at a different shop that weren't kelpies or heelers. Went to pet shop after work and bought Brutus. Spent hours wondering if we'd done the right thing (all this wondering and second-guessing is a hobby of mine!)
Wednesday: Went to visit Jackie before work to have a cuppa and a chat. It still amazes me that even with the minuscule amount of time we have together, we can just pick up where we left off. Gotta love that!! Went to work very reluctantly and wondered some more about the puppy decision. Bradley rang me to tell me that there was something very wrong with Brutus. After figuring out that there was nothing wrong as such, just boredom, I went back to dealing with the Mt Everest of paperwork that was threatening to take over my desk. Went home to be greeted very effusively by Brutus and Andrew. Patted them both and then cleaned up all the 'presents' that had been left for me to deal with.
Thursday: Realised it was my second last day of doing the invoice job and I could go back to my own job next week .. woohoo!! As much as I liked the later starts, I want my comfort zone back. Talked to the boss about reducing my hours next year and he seemed fairly receptive to the idea. Received a phone call from home every time Brutus breathed, drank, ate or even moved. Took Brutus to the vet after work for his post-purchase check-up. He was running a slight temp but apparently that's normal due to the stress of all the changes he's gone through. Kids went to Mum's for the night so I played with Brutus until 8:30 then wrapped some presents.
Friday: Woke up feeling a bit under the weather. Realised I hadn't taken my happy pills for two days which explained the impending panic attack feeling. Went to work and left Brutus completely on his own in the house for the first time. Received a phone call when Mum dropped the boys home, to tell me that Brutus had done 2 poos and 3 wees and had eaten all his breakfast and that he was breathing and playing and running and, and, and..... Fought my way through another ginormous pile of paperwork and escaped from work exactly on time. Raced home to see Brutus, oops I mean the children, because they were headed out for a sleepover at Elle's house so I could go out to a scrapping night with Debbie. Went to scrapping night with Debbie and managed to actually achieve some more pages in Peter's car album. Had fun and really enjoyed the company. Came home and played with Brutus some more before crawling into bed about midnight.
Today (so far): 'Slept in' until 7:10am and so far have had a very lazy morning. I had planned to go pick up some laybys and wrap them before the kids got home but I've decide to leave that until the last minute like everything else. If I'm good at anything, it's procrastination!
So now you have the full details of my boring week, I'm going to go do some even more boring and mundane things like mop the floors, do some washing, clean up some more 'presents', wrap some presents (no, not 'those' ones; the good kind!), etc, etc, etc ...
Have a great day!
Anyway, the week that was went something like this:
Sunday: went looking for lounges for the games room and ended up at a pet shop instead. Decided not to buy the extremely cute puppy we found and went home to wonder if we'd made the right decision.
Monday: Back to work to find out I'd been volunteered for more crappy time-consuming fiddly jobs. Chucked a major paddy and manged to delegate most of them back from whence they came. Found out we have stocktake three weeks after Christmas right in the middle of the back-to-school sales. Wondered about the mentality of the higher-ups who make these stupid decisions. Gave up on trying to find logic in their thought processes and wondered some more about the puppy decision.
Tuesday: Went back to buy the puppy but he'd already been sold. Had a look at the other puppies in that shop but they were all kelpie or heeler crosses .. not good in a standard suburban backyard. Went to work in a foul mood because how dare they sell my puppy! Peter came over to work to show me photos of another lot of puppies at a different shop that weren't kelpies or heelers. Went to pet shop after work and bought Brutus. Spent hours wondering if we'd done the right thing (all this wondering and second-guessing is a hobby of mine!)
Wednesday: Went to visit Jackie before work to have a cuppa and a chat. It still amazes me that even with the minuscule amount of time we have together, we can just pick up where we left off. Gotta love that!! Went to work very reluctantly and wondered some more about the puppy decision. Bradley rang me to tell me that there was something very wrong with Brutus. After figuring out that there was nothing wrong as such, just boredom, I went back to dealing with the Mt Everest of paperwork that was threatening to take over my desk. Went home to be greeted very effusively by Brutus and Andrew. Patted them both and then cleaned up all the 'presents' that had been left for me to deal with.
Thursday: Realised it was my second last day of doing the invoice job and I could go back to my own job next week .. woohoo!! As much as I liked the later starts, I want my comfort zone back. Talked to the boss about reducing my hours next year and he seemed fairly receptive to the idea. Received a phone call from home every time Brutus breathed, drank, ate or even moved. Took Brutus to the vet after work for his post-purchase check-up. He was running a slight temp but apparently that's normal due to the stress of all the changes he's gone through. Kids went to Mum's for the night so I played with Brutus until 8:30 then wrapped some presents.
Friday: Woke up feeling a bit under the weather. Realised I hadn't taken my happy pills for two days which explained the impending panic attack feeling. Went to work and left Brutus completely on his own in the house for the first time. Received a phone call when Mum dropped the boys home, to tell me that Brutus had done 2 poos and 3 wees and had eaten all his breakfast and that he was breathing and playing and running and, and, and..... Fought my way through another ginormous pile of paperwork and escaped from work exactly on time. Raced home to see Brutus, oops I mean the children, because they were headed out for a sleepover at Elle's house so I could go out to a scrapping night with Debbie. Went to scrapping night with Debbie and managed to actually achieve some more pages in Peter's car album. Had fun and really enjoyed the company. Came home and played with Brutus some more before crawling into bed about midnight.
Today (so far): 'Slept in' until 7:10am and so far have had a very lazy morning. I had planned to go pick up some laybys and wrap them before the kids got home but I've decide to leave that until the last minute like everything else. If I'm good at anything, it's procrastination!
So now you have the full details of my boring week, I'm going to go do some even more boring and mundane things like mop the floors, do some washing, clean up some more 'presents', wrap some presents (no, not 'those' ones; the good kind!), etc, etc, etc ...
Have a great day!
Thursday 11 December 2008
Carols
On the first day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the second day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the third day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
eight piles of paperwork,
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
nine last-minute shoppers,
eight piles of paperwork,
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
ten missing laybys,
nine last-minute shoppers,
eight piles of paperwork,
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
eleven screaming children,
ten missing laybys,
nine last-minute shoppers,
eight piles of paperwork,
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
twelve broken toys,
eleven screaming children,
ten missing laybys,
nine last-minute shoppers,
eight piles of paperwork,
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the second day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the third day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
eight piles of paperwork,
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
nine last-minute shoppers,
eight piles of paperwork,
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
ten missing laybys,
nine last-minute shoppers,
eight piles of paperwork,
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
eleven screaming children,
ten missing laybys,
nine last-minute shoppers,
eight piles of paperwork,
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my workmates gave to me ...
twelve broken toys,
eleven screaming children,
ten missing laybys,
nine last-minute shoppers,
eight piles of paperwork,
seven managers whingeing,
six massive headaches,
FIVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS,
four annoying couriers,
three stolen iPods,
two dodgy bikes,
and a pallet full of broken Christmas trees.
Wednesday 10 December 2008
I'm hearing the pitter-patter of little feet ...
and this time they're mine to keep! Everybody please welcome the newest member of our family ...
He (yes, another boy in the house!!) is 9-week-old poodle x and I've been outvoted yet again because he has been named Brutus .. just the name for a big fierce guard dog like this, don't you think? I was leaning more towards Rufus but he has been getting called Fluffbutt this morning! Peter reckons I'm going to give him a complex calling him that but I wasn't referring to his admittedly fluffy on the outside butt. I am now the proud owner of another flatulent male. If he wasn't so cute, I'd be pulling my hair out by now!
After a not too bad first night, he seems to be settling in quite well. Andrew is still a little bit wary due to the jumping nature of puppies but keeps wanting to play with him anyway. The other two boys have to be reminded to leave him alone to rest.
He has taken a liking to sitting under my chair while I'm on the internet, so I have to check very carefully before I move the chair.
No doubt there will be more photos in the weeks to come, so please bear with me while I get this cute and fuzzy stage out of the way. All I have to do now is go get all the "absolutely necessary" items .. a new little bed for the little dog, toys, bowls ..
Sunday 7 December 2008
Totally random thoughts ...
- If Aquarius is the water-bearer, why is it an air sign?
- Do I really need a pet?
- Why are there always more bills than money?
- When will I get my head around the fact that I am the only person who can make me lose weight?
- Does not having a favourite food make me weird?
- I wonder if my children will understand me spending time with their father, just the two of us, even though we could be spending that time together as a family.
- Why is it OK to say kil-om-etre but not kil-og-ram?
- Is Christmas in retail really the seventh circle of hell?
- Why is it seen as more socially acceptable for boys to burp and fart and not for girls?
- If the grass is greener on the other side, wouldn't that just make it harder to mow?
- Why do the censors ban the viewing of the outside of a naked human body but not the inside of it?
- How does the washing pile grow from a single hill to an entire mountain range overnight?
- Why do the plants you paid a fortune for need water and fertiliser to grow, but the weeds can do just fine without either?
- What do you buy the person who needs nothing and wants nothing for Christmas?
- Where has my scrapping mojo gone? And can I go there too?
- How did that countdown ticker miss so many days? There was over 35 days last time I looked .. I'm sure there was!!
- Why do my children's hugs always make me forget all the things I was annoyed at them for?
Feel free to add your random thoughts in the comments section!
Friday 5 December 2008
Wonderful news from the UK
My baby sister Clare, who isn't really a baby any more, rang to announce her engagement this week to her lovely boyfriend of five years, Richard. Congratulations to the both of you!
They're winging their way to South Africa as we speak, to have Christmas with Richard's family, before heading back here to stay. She's been away in London for a lot of the past eight years, so it's going to be weird having her so close again. Good .. but weird! And once the wedding is out of the way, I get to mess with her about when she's going to have kids. Aah, revenge is sweet!
Seriously though, I'm so glad she's found someone who makes her happy and I wish them a long and joy-filled future together. Love you guys!!
They're winging their way to South Africa as we speak, to have Christmas with Richard's family, before heading back here to stay. She's been away in London for a lot of the past eight years, so it's going to be weird having her so close again. Good .. but weird! And once the wedding is out of the way, I get to mess with her about when she's going to have kids. Aah, revenge is sweet!
Seriously though, I'm so glad she's found someone who makes her happy and I wish them a long and joy-filled future together. Love you guys!!
Wednesday 3 December 2008
My all-time favourite thing to say at work ...
more animals
... and I'll even shine it up for you!
(It's a running joke with some of the other girls at work so apologies to those who think I'm just nasty!)
Tuesday 2 December 2008
^ ^ ^ Look what I got! ^ ^ ^
Lita, the wonderful darling that she is, sent me the beautiful header up there ^ ^ ^. Isn't it just gorgeous? She makes such beautiful crafty things and even some that you can touch and hold too. Check out some of her other great things at: http://litabells.blogspot.com/
I love it 'cos it's so bright and cheerful which is just what I needed at this very moment in time. Thanks heaps Lita .. you're a legend!!
(Oh and just for Lita and Debbie, I made the countdown a bit smaller and moved it away from the middle of the page. I had to ... it clashed with the lovely new header!)
I love it 'cos it's so bright and cheerful which is just what I needed at this very moment in time. Thanks heaps Lita .. you're a legend!!
(Oh and just for Lita and Debbie, I made the countdown a bit smaller and moved it away from the middle of the page. I had to ... it clashed with the lovely new header!)
Monday 1 December 2008
My middle boy is growing up way too fast!
Andrew has gone to his year 6 dinner dance tonight. It's his first official dance that isn't a school disco in the gym, complete with the requirement to be dressed in something slightly more formal than jeans and a shirt. To top it all off, I had totally forgotten that the dance was tonight when I was heading out the door for work, running late as usual, thinking of nothing but how to gather my wits before heading into the minefield.
You can probably guess where this is going right? That's right, the lament of women everywhere .. "But I haven't a thing to wear to the ball!" .. except in this case it was "Mum, I haven't got any pants that fit and my shirt is a bit short too!" Darn kids! Who keeps giving them permission to grow??
So after a mad dash around at work in my non-existent lunch break, I managed to put together a couple of outfits for his approval, with the intent of taking the unwanted ones back for a refund tomorrow. Of course, he liked them all so then we had the saga of what to wear and what to return.
"That shirt goes with these pants, but I like the other shirt better. Does it look OK with those pants?" etc.
I swear this child is channeling Trinny and Suzannah or maybe Carson Kressley half the time! The other half the time, he couldn't care less if 'this goes with that.' (name that commercial ..)
Once 'we' had finally decided on a outfit, it was time to get ready, pick up Ryan and head out for the 60km round trip to drop them off for the three hour event. There was a lot of silence in the back of the car, especially when I asked if they were going to dance with any girls! They were both just sitting there like a deer in headlights, too stunned to move. Aah, to be young and terrified again .. NOT!
Once we got there, the boys met up with the rest of their group of friends before heading into the function room en masse .. there's safety in numbers you know! It was the strangest feeling watching him walk into the function room that was filled with girls in their finery; shades of things to come, I guess. It just brought home to me how much he's growing up even though he's still small physically. It's all in the perception isn't it?
I popped in for a quick look around and saw that the girls were all huddled down one end whispering and giggling about the boys playing the fool down the other end of the room. Quite a few boys had the deer-in-the-headlights look while looking at the girls but of course, none of them were brave enough to approach the girls, especially not with some of the parents still there! (I don't really blame them .. some of those dads looked pretty scary!)
I left them to it to go home and feed the other two but the whole time he was gone, the mother in me was wondering if he had enough to eat, if he even liked what there was to eat and if he was enjoying himself. The scrapbooker in me was wondering whether he would take more than the two photos that Alex took at his dinner dance and hoping they weren't too blurry to do anything with. Priorities people!
I thought he would be very quiet and tired when he got home (at 10:15pm) so I was surprised when he bounded in the door, full of the joys of life, and said "Hi Mum. I have to pee. Be right back!" Once that all important task was taken care of, he came and curled up in my lap to give me a rundown of the evening's events. I'm happy to report that yes he did have enough to eat (photos of them at the table, eating), he liked most of the things that were available to eat (photos of some of the available food) and he really enjoyed himself (seemingly by laughing at everyone else!). There was even dancing .. and I have a photo to prove it. (I actually have 22 photos in all of which about 10 of them should make a great page.)
The dancing photo is of two friends (both boys) dancing together ballroom style. Apparently, most of the boys danced with each other like that until the teachers organised them into a snowball dance. Andrew thought he had escaped dancing with a girl but then his PE teacher asked him to dance, "which was kind of embarrassing for her, because she's a lot taller than me!" No mention as to whether he was worried about dancing with a teacher .. we'll tackle that one later! Then he jumped up to get changed into his pj's and go to the toilet again (how much did you drink child?) before heading for bed.
Just as I was sitting, feeling sorry for myself and thinking that my second baby is almost all 'growed up', he came back, curled up on my lap, gave me a great big hug and a kiss and said "It was fun but I missed you. Can I have some more hugs before I go to bed?" With that, my heart melted and I remembered that some things never change .. much.
You can probably guess where this is going right? That's right, the lament of women everywhere .. "But I haven't a thing to wear to the ball!" .. except in this case it was "Mum, I haven't got any pants that fit and my shirt is a bit short too!" Darn kids! Who keeps giving them permission to grow??
So after a mad dash around at work in my non-existent lunch break, I managed to put together a couple of outfits for his approval, with the intent of taking the unwanted ones back for a refund tomorrow. Of course, he liked them all so then we had the saga of what to wear and what to return.
"That shirt goes with these pants, but I like the other shirt better. Does it look OK with those pants?" etc.
I swear this child is channeling Trinny and Suzannah or maybe Carson Kressley half the time! The other half the time, he couldn't care less if 'this goes with that.' (name that commercial ..)
Once 'we' had finally decided on a outfit, it was time to get ready, pick up Ryan and head out for the 60km round trip to drop them off for the three hour event. There was a lot of silence in the back of the car, especially when I asked if they were going to dance with any girls! They were both just sitting there like a deer in headlights, too stunned to move. Aah, to be young and terrified again .. NOT!
Once we got there, the boys met up with the rest of their group of friends before heading into the function room en masse .. there's safety in numbers you know! It was the strangest feeling watching him walk into the function room that was filled with girls in their finery; shades of things to come, I guess. It just brought home to me how much he's growing up even though he's still small physically. It's all in the perception isn't it?
I popped in for a quick look around and saw that the girls were all huddled down one end whispering and giggling about the boys playing the fool down the other end of the room. Quite a few boys had the deer-in-the-headlights look while looking at the girls but of course, none of them were brave enough to approach the girls, especially not with some of the parents still there! (I don't really blame them .. some of those dads looked pretty scary!)
I left them to it to go home and feed the other two but the whole time he was gone, the mother in me was wondering if he had enough to eat, if he even liked what there was to eat and if he was enjoying himself. The scrapbooker in me was wondering whether he would take more than the two photos that Alex took at his dinner dance and hoping they weren't too blurry to do anything with. Priorities people!
I thought he would be very quiet and tired when he got home (at 10:15pm) so I was surprised when he bounded in the door, full of the joys of life, and said "Hi Mum. I have to pee. Be right back!" Once that all important task was taken care of, he came and curled up in my lap to give me a rundown of the evening's events. I'm happy to report that yes he did have enough to eat (photos of them at the table, eating), he liked most of the things that were available to eat (photos of some of the available food) and he really enjoyed himself (seemingly by laughing at everyone else!). There was even dancing .. and I have a photo to prove it. (I actually have 22 photos in all of which about 10 of them should make a great page.)
The dancing photo is of two friends (both boys) dancing together ballroom style. Apparently, most of the boys danced with each other like that until the teachers organised them into a snowball dance. Andrew thought he had escaped dancing with a girl but then his PE teacher asked him to dance, "which was kind of embarrassing for her, because she's a lot taller than me!" No mention as to whether he was worried about dancing with a teacher .. we'll tackle that one later! Then he jumped up to get changed into his pj's and go to the toilet again (how much did you drink child?) before heading for bed.
Just as I was sitting, feeling sorry for myself and thinking that my second baby is almost all 'growed up', he came back, curled up on my lap, gave me a great big hug and a kiss and said "It was fun but I missed you. Can I have some more hugs before I go to bed?" With that, my heart melted and I remembered that some things never change .. much.
More changes ..
I found some patience to fiddle around with the look again. Still not sure if I like it though. What do you think?
This is the kind of the thing I deal with ...
on an almost daily basis. Well, not exactly this particular scenario, but close, very close!
Employee Intelligence Fail ...
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Employee Intelligence Fail ...
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