Send wine …
I’m at a loss and I really don’t know where to start this week.
Darwin is particularly hot this March for some reason and the rain is not plentiful like last year.
More ice in my wine is required.
Annaliese started netball this week which means two nights a week of sitting down at the courts.
I’m not complaining, I am thrilled she wants to play sport again and I will do anything to encourage this.
But the ‘feel like’ temperature was 41C on her first training session.
I had to go sit in the car and out the aircon on.
I should have known something was up when I saw the commercial ice machine at the netball courts.
It’s big enough to sit in.
I wish I knew that existed when I was marathon training last year.
Poor freakin’ kids.
I started dreaming about a Margarita with crushed ice and extra salt and then I saw the ‘no alcohol beyond this point’ at the courts.
Someone else had obviously thought of it first.
Also the first time in my 17 years of parenting that I’ve seen such a sign at a kids sporting venue.
Welcome to The Territory.
Maggie and Annaliese have decided it’s fine to tease each other mercilessly.
I never would have thought that I would have to be the referee between a 3-year-old and a 14-year-old.
I went down to the pool to supervise their antics in the heat of the day this week and almost died of heat exhaustion and embarrassment.
Maggie decided to attach herself to one of the Grandad’s from the apartment complex.
She asked him why his hair was white?
Why there was not very much left at all?
And did he like to shake his booty when he was home alone?
And then she proceeded to show him how she shakes her booty Beyonce style.
I don’t have any idea where she discovered those dance moves, certainly not ballet class.
Gabby (almost 17) insists that working fulltime on her feet is exercise.
I remember thinking the same thing when I was 14 and worked fulltime over the entire Summer holidays on a Kmart checkout.
I still have the varicose veins to prove it.
I’ve tried to encourage some walking in the evenings as a de-stressor more than anything.
Doesn’t go down too well.
I don’t know anything about working fulltime or exercise.
Hey kid, I ran two marathons in 3 weeks last year.
Maggie has decided that sleep is for wimps and is up at 5.30am most mornings.
It’s also the time Gabby needs to get up for work.
I’m sure there is a correlation with the groaning, grumbling and moaning going on.
She has to start at 6am and has a 200 metre walk to work and most mornings she is still in the bathroom at 6am.
5.50am I’m suggesting she get a move on.
5.55am I am panicking and telling her she really does need to leave.
6am I am losing my shit!
Again, it seems I know nothing and it’s OK to be 10 minutes late for work and no-one else cares.
I just smile and let it go, she’s on her own journey.
Well I do try.
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