Every night before bed we have to take our elderly Chihuahua out for a wee. On this particular night Luke called her name three times but didn’t get a response.   He got that sinking feeling that Lilly had taken “the long sleep” but thankfully she was just in a deep sleep and woke up after a poke to the body. I can see how that sinking feeling crept up on Luke, especially when you take into account the way Lilly tends to sleep… with her eyes half open.  At almost 91 in dog years it’s a bit of a death pose  every night for Lil.

The other day my six year old started playing with my hair, separating out individual strands.  She then said to me “wow mummy you have beautiful silver hair” to which I replied “No honey it’s gray”.  She took a closer look and then pulled a strand across my face and said ” look, it’s silver and it’s beautiful”.  I was never concerned about my gray hair but thought that someday soon I guess I had better dye it… now I think I’ll keep it the way it is… my beautiful silver hair.

After hanging my washing on the line I went inside to continue my day, dishes, cleaning, cooking, facebook poker…oooppps…  I mean important stuff… very important domestic engineer duties.  It came to one o’clock and that’s ironing time for me so out I went to get the clothes off the line.  Oh my goodness, my beautiful clean white sheet had a giant bird crap on it and by the size of it a pterodactyl was responsible!  I shook my fist in the air and placed the sheet back in the washing machine…I was not happy.

You know those kids you see who swear, flip the bird and are basically rude little turds? Well after trying to ignore the fact that my nephew (aged 4) was one of those kids, I can’t deny it any longer… just look above at the picture he drew. Yes that’s a dinosaur giving the finger!  When he showed me I just shook my head, how could this sweet little boy develop such rude behaviour?  Well don’t look at me, I’m just the babysitter…  I think my sister has some explaining to do!

Last night just before bed, Luke showed the girls their new wii game… mistake!  At 4am in the morning Claire woke me up needing her asther puffer so I stumbled out of bed and helped her,  in my half conscious state I noted that both girls were awake… that was odd. I went back to bed and resumed my black nothingness of sleep, blissful sleep.  Then when it was time to wake up at 6:45am there was background noise that was not normal… another oddity. Upon inspection I discovered that my girls (at the tender age of six & eight) had spent the wee hours of the morning gaming… a school morning mind you! As a “girl gamer” myself I couldn’t help but laugh and feel a little pride… my little girl gamers.

I hate moving but alas we are moving again,  poor Claire has lived in six different houses and she’s only eight… this next move will be house number seven for her. It seems that with every move we have gained more and more stuff to cart along, I swear we have a good sized trailer load of kids toys alone! With birthdays, Christmas and a move in December we are going to be very busy indeed… at least this time the kids are old enough to help.

I had the unfortunate experience of wasting my time playing what can only be described as “The worst Wii game ever!”  Calvin Tucker’s Redneck Jamboree attracted me because dynamite fishing, lawn mower racing, dunny seat tossing, backyard shooting etc. seemed like it could be quite the comical experience… I was wrong! With lousy controls and simply unplayable mini games this is an exercise in futility and nothing more. I feel as if I have wasted even more of my time typing about such a crap game so I’m going to stop now…. DON’T BUY IT!

I have mentioned before that I may very well be a comfort eater but now I know for sure… I am! Currently Luke and I are in a stressful situation and last Saturday while at the shops we took a detour down the sweets isle, that was a mistake.  We bought a jumbo bag of jelly babies, a bag of choc honeycomb, a bag of dark chocolate licorice bullets, a bag of soft licorice pieces a bag of chico babies and I had to tell Luke to put the packet of Tim Tams back. The kids seemed happy with our spontaneous purchase and I was thankful God gave me a great metabolism… it was time to find comfort in the joy of sweets!