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"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27 (NIV)

Monday, February 28, 2011

Nag

There's one thing you can always be sure of living in Southeast Queensland, is that sooner or later, the mercury rises into the 30s. It may take 3 months or 3 days but it'll happen... eventually.  As certain as death and taxes.
Some people whine about the heat... I do occasionally... but for the most part I love it. I don't take my love of it too far... I can still get sunburn. My body functions better in the heat and is less likely to turn toxic on me. Coughs, colds... the usual antisocial baggage.
Heat is okay... but humidity is another thing entirely.

Got up this morning feeling a wee bit bone weary but after gulping down some herbal tea (that lemon stuff from Aldi) and then sending 4 year old to time out, I begin to feel somewhat awake... No, I don't do coffee. Like the smell but not the taste.

Next, I makee up a weekly stash of sandwiches for the girls and then stuff most of them in the freezer, which... erm... badly needs defrosting. Yeah, the bar freezer is becoming cluttered: Big bag of ice from January, two tubs of Philadephia cooking cheese from December, ice blocks, frozen veggies, meat and more meat.

The girls are running around the house half dressed, pjs and towels on the bedroom floor, someone looking for undies, someone asking me to buy them a new hat because they lost their school hat for the third time in three years. Sheesh... what do they think I am, a multitasker?

The 4 year old is all dressed sans undies. I find her some. She wants her toast with spread (some white milk thing with strawberry from Aldi). So I do the spread thing and chase her out of the kitchen. That child though helpful is a danger to the pantry which is why we still have a gate.
The 9 year old pretends to be getting dressed behind the sofa but my mummy radar knows she's reading or playing on the iPod Touch. I do my early morning nag.

I turn around to make another sandwich. The 4 year old lets off a scream and yell. It's Fight Time. I make threats about Time Out and they both finish breakfast quietly.

Another scream ten minutes later, and they're fighting over an umbrella... in the house... on a non-rainy day. I send the 4 year old to time out because she has been warned about playing with umbrellas in the house.
I know, I'm a tyrant... but we've manage to break 4 umbrellas in the past eighteen months. Probably just your everyday run-of-the-mill shoddy workmanship.

The 9 year old roams around the house looking for her inter-school sports t-shirt. Why? I ask. You don't have inter-school sports today. The 9 year old doesn't seem so sure. Not everyday surely, I say. I look for the school notice on the fridge... nope nothing.

Anyway, it's time to go... we all pile into the car and off we go... Walking would take us too long. Just another frantic Monday morning.
Really, really need to get up earlier in the morning.

2 comments:

  1. I'm glad it's not just my too that scream and fight. That scream that the monkey does makes my blood boil, I tell ya! Can't wait til he grows out of that.
    Hey, I'm opposite to you. I function better when it's cold. May be why I love Melbourne so much.

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  2. I think I'd die in Melbourne.

    The kids do gradually grow out of it. "Gradual" being the operative word here.

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