What's so good about Good Friday?

Well for a start I managed to make my mother happy by going to family day at church with her even though I was tired because I'd been up half the night throwing stones at the possums who must have been fighting off male suitors through the night on the roof right above our bedroom. Of course there was lots of talk at church about how one cannot be complete without Jesus but he was obviously feeling generous because I left with a free bag of Brumby's chocolate hot cross buns.

My mother also has a new car, a very fancy electronic seat type new car. I got to drive it home from church because, well I guess Jesus was feeling very, very generous. Henry hadn't yet seen the car but had heard about and given his obsession with all things with wheels he insisted on being taken for a drive back to Nana's house in it after she dropped me home. He got strapped into the luxurious leather seats and was whisked off with Nana and Richie and treated royally at their home for a couple of hours while Ben and I whipped around the floors with the vacuum cleaner. I know, I know, I can hear the jealousy in your voices. I am sooooo lucky!

Later I dropped Maya and her friends to the movies and after collecting Henry on the way home and borrowing my mother's long handled tree trimmers we chopped back some overgrown bushes. Now we have an enormous pile of tree branches that we are considering dumping in the jungle of the empty home next door. I'm sure they wouldn't notice what with the pile of uncollected mail and the family of mountain lions that have moved in.

Henry, who hadn't slept all day fell asleep on the couch at 5PM, Maya left with a friend for a sleepover and Ben went off to parts unknown to service the computer of an online gambler. That was my cue to crack open a bottle of wine and start...well you know...drinking.

Henry is all excited about the impending Easter Bunny visit but fortunately he does not yet understand the whole concept of marketing and the need to improve profit margins by placing Easter eggs in the supermarkets immediately after Christmas,so the Easter Bunny has left me with only one chocolate bunny and two small eggs to leave in his Easter nest.

Happy Easter everyone.

Morning Shots...1 2 3...to kick start the day

So this is what we did last weekend.

That's my brother and his beautiful wife and her two children. There's another one growing beneath her wedding dress right now.

And this is what Henry did at this place



A family weekend turned into a wedding weekend but nobody minded. Not even Henry who had a great time helping pack the booze into the esky for the onslaught of guests that were soon to arrive.

Congratulations you two! Soon you'll have your own baby to pack your booze for you.

Comfort can only be found in a teatowel

Henry's been ill with an unexplained fever since yesterday. The fever hasn't been enough to stop him from ordering everyone about, including the cat. Our poor kitty who is on his last legs has taken to eating only enough food in order to stay alive. After he's done this he likes to stretch out somewhere that he believes is a nice, quiet, relatively safe place (i.e. where Henry can't find him)and snooze because eating a whole spoonful of food is exhausting.

Henry, who is too young to understand the joy that vodka can bring, likes to tuck things up in bed because he believes that is the only way to be truly comfortable.

Our kitty, after a particularly exhausting feast of mushed up tuna had decided to hide on the chair that usually does a good job of hiding him away from the heavily loving hands of Henry. Unfortunately Henry spied his tail hanging over the edge. He decided that if Kitty was going to sleep he needed and deserved to have a few of life's little luxuries. He rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a few teatowels off the rail and a cushion from the lounge room and did his best to ensure kitty was tucked in comfortably.




After only a few seconds he tore all the covers off kitty and yelled in his ear "wake up now kitty, time to go to work".


Obviously the cat was simply way too worn out from all that eating that he just lay there and let Henry do what he had to do and chose to ignore him.

How Can I be so Mean?

Am I really a mean, terrible, hurtful, neglectful mother because I refuse to drive Maya to the bus two days per week?

She has been going to school for nine years and two months but somehow still can't manage to get herself ready with enough spare time to make the five minute walk to the bus stop before the bus leaves.

I drive her to the bus three days a week on the days that I work because I have to go directly past the bus stop to get Henry to daycare. She only has to walk two days but always gets herself into some kind of hysterical tizz about missing the bus because she spent twenty minutes trying to decide which earrings to wear with her school uniform. When I refuse to get in the car to drive her she slams the door behind her while muttering out loud that if she's late or misses the bus it'll be my fault.

It's always my fault. That's what mothers do. They take the blame for EVERYTHING.


10am update:
Ten minutes after she gets to the bus stop and just as I step out of the shower she calls me to tell me the bus has had a crash further down the road and is on fire and people are everywhere and there's a car stuck under it and it's going to rain and if she waits for the next bus she'll be late for school and get detention!

So I quickly put on some clothes, dress Henry who's been wandering around naked, and get in the car to rush to the bus stop to collect her and get her to school on time. On the way home I stop at the shop to pick up some pain killers and vitamins for all the sick people in the house. When I get home I give Henry vitamins and panadol, he wanders into the lounge room with it and spills it all over the carpet. While I clean that mess he wets his pants all over the carpet because I was too busy cleaning up the panadol to notice that he was busting to go. While I clean up that mess he walks past the cat and accidentally steps on his tail and the cat turns around and scratches him across the legs, he screams. While he's screaming the phone rings. By this stage I'm almost about to fall on the floor and start crying. Because when I'm not feeling 100% there's nobody around to pick up the pieces.

I'm feeling sorry for myself but I have every right to. So there.