At the moment I am finding it really tricky to stay on top of things.
Fetch kids from school today – it was 17h00 – I am holler-holler for being early…or so I thought.
Connor is all “it is science fair day, and we need to go to the school hall, and they will not have this for another 10 years…”
I had forgotten about it. Though the school had easily given me half a dozen reminders.
I pushed my Clicks sunglasses to the end of my nose and look at Connor thinking “wonderful marketing campaign they have dreamt up my boy…” and thought shit “it is late, I really do not have any cash on me, and I really have a runny tummy …. so please gawd do not make me stand in the middle of a school hall …. please …for the love of wine…”
More importantly Grade 1 – 3 are doing science fair from frk-knows-when until 18h30 and then the Grade 4+ take over from there.
It is 17h15 now …..
I said okay kids, you have 15 minutes and then we are out of here …. then they whined, and moaned …. and yelled and negotiated ….Connor re-explained that as he was in Grade 4, he could not take part until 18h30 …. I appreciate sometimes he talks to me in a way I can understand.
I stil l had a runny tummy and no where to go. I do not do public toilets. I don’t do school halls with screaming children and too many people.
It became purgatory in a school hall with very loud children, stupid paper areoplanes and capatilism until way past where you humour departs and your large colon decides that there is only one way out of this situation.
I eventually had to leave at 18h05 as Pepe needs to go home. Granted she goes to church as she sings in a choir, so I really can’t make an issue against it. The minute you bring religion or menstrual cycles in as an argument, you pretty much disarm the other person.
I race home with Georgia, sms Kennith that he needs to buy the “blowey balloon thing” as she saw it and now she will not stop about it. I had to leave Connor at school – alone …. well alone with 600 other people.
I get home, Pepe zoots out the door.
I give Georgia dinner, I go down the passage to go the toilet – my tummy has been a bit funny today – so I can’t leave Isabelle walking around as she will probably paint san.at.ic symbols on the outside walls, so I head to the toilet, for a crap, with Isabelle sitting on the shower step eating her biscuit.
Georgia did come in three times, to explain why she was not going to eat her pumpkin. At a certain point I seriously thought about throwing pumpkin+dinner plate out the window.
But I was on the toilet so could not actually reach the bathroom window and still retain my dignity.
The rest of the evening pretty much went to plan. Other than Kennith singing lyrics from Jack Parow.
But then I sms’s a person who I did not know. By accident. And then I had to have a conversation via sms that was all sorts of strange. With someone I sms’d by accident. She is coming over on Saturday night. Still do not know who she is.
Such is my life. <reach over and sip some wine….>