Slippers are on, cosy cardigan full force, cat on my shoulder, and I’m ready to chat.
You thought I was joking about the cat on my shoulder, didn’t you.
Yeah well you were wrong. She perches up there like she’s first mate on a ship and then crawls all over me with her kneady claws getting all arse pelican as she does. Lucky she’s cute.
This week has been pretty full on and it’s only halfway done. Back to school for Bigs, who enjoyed her holidays but was keen to get back to her favourite place on earth. For real, yesterday she cried for half an hour when she realised she wasn’t enrolled in after school care and couldn’t attend. I don’t even know where she got the idea from but the realisation she wasn’t able to go was not taken well. I had to pretty much carry her home or she’d have sat on the front step of the school all night long.
Young smalls starts again tomorrow and has had to suffer the indignity of not getting to go anywhere cool yet like her sister. She’s super keen to get to kinder (probably cos there’s playdough there) and has tried to be very patient, poor thing. She’s currently next to me wearing a purple tutu over her clothes “reading” a book. She’s wiggling some very delicious-looking toes but I don’t want to interrupt her. #mumproblems.
Things have been busy at work, but every day I’m so glad I get to do it from home, even if I do have kids and cats hanging off me all day and I can’t think for longer than 20 minutes because somebody wants something. Hashtag blessed and all that. Of course recent events on the blawg have made me have a bit more of a think about what I want to do, especially long-term. I can feel the sluggish neurons in my brain start to fire up, the synapses going “shit, the boss is coming!” and neurotransmitters getting pushed into the action all awkward and frightened like a bystander getting sucked into a thrash metal moshpit, covering their head and just trying to make it to the other side alive.
I’m exceedingly stoked about the situation of the FB gang, someone in there posted a picture this morning of a foreign coffee machine going “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HOW DO I GET THIS THING TO WORK” and bam, within 10 minutes she had a cup of coffee. It’s better than bloody Google in there. People are making friends irl too, one other gangsista called it “fucking tinder for mamas” and it’s been more than my empty black soul can bear. I even picked up a couple of scobys that another name in my computer left out for me on her front step. THE LOVE, PEOPLE. IT’S REAL.
I have got two more full on days until the weekennnnnd when I will attack this growing pile of books I keep shifting around the lounge room like one day I’m going to actually sit and read them all. I’ve a (small) moratorium on buying any more until I knock over at least 5 – they’re recipe books so it’s not like war and peace up in here. Yet. I did buy Sweet Valley Confidential for our podcast recording tomorrow, so you can imagine I’ve been having my mind blown and my little pink highlighter going nuts (never fear pristine book owners, it’s an eBook). let’s just say I’m NOT HAPPY JAN, and leave it at that.
Speaking of which, we’d love to hear if you have any 90s culture requests, we’re more than happy to oblige! I’ve got an ideas list as long as a Melbourne winter, but am always keen to hear what you lot are into.
So with that I will leave you to your merry Wednesday, I’ve got some shit to do (aka read more of every live blog ever of Willz + Kate’s India trip and possibly one more ebay jacket search), some mushroom stroganoff to get started, a kid to pick up, some emails to reply to, some floors to vacuum (don’t hold your breath) and a bit more frowning and swearing at Confidential. The idea of Facebook in Sweet Valley is ludicrous.
What have you been up to? Has it been a good week? Are your kids at school or did your holidays just start? Can someone explain to me how we can all be so out of synch with this holiday business?!!