Water, water all around, but none to drink ….

Last night Kennith and I went out for an Indian dinner with our friends Dave and Alice.

We really enjoy Indian food, but great restaurants are few and far between, but this is one of Cape Town’s little gems.

We went along to Chandari’s in Roodebloem road.  The venue is exquisite and the service is genuine.  We entrusted our waitron to order for us – the food was really good.

It was a lovely evening of great conversation, superior food and super company – absolutely lovely, and we both thoroughly enjoyed it.

I figured if I had sex with Kennith there was a chance he would let me sleep late, and he would attend to the kids this morning.  Granted he even agree to the idea – the letting me sleep late.  I figured it was a good negotiation no matter which way I looked at it.  I really do enjoy sleeping late, even if for just a little bit.

This morning Kennith got up, as quietly as he could to attend to the kids.  Georgia however came into the room twice.  Once to tell me she needed to go to the toilet and, I really can’t recall right now what the second conversation was about.

I had also gone to sleep with my contact lenses in my eyes.  So that only added to my rather bleary eyed look about me this morning – eyes looked like they were bleeding to death.

Connor came in to the room. I heard Kennith yell to leave his mom alone, so Connor quickly exited the room with only a “Mommmmm ………….” hanging in the air.

He did return about eight minutes later with a pile of books from his school bag for me to sign – he started telling me what they were in a hurried speech as he left them to balance on my knees.  The books fell to the floor as I gave my knee a quick jerk … why the fek can they not just leave me alone goddammit!

I figured I really was not going to be getting any sleeping late, no matter how hard I was trying.

I asked Connor to please go and fetch me a cup with some tap water – I said it with a rather begging tone in my voice.  It appears that two bottles of wine makes you exceedingly thirsty the next morning.

Connor soon re-appeared with the plastic cup I use to scoop Isabelle’s poop out of the bath.  He admitted that he had rinsed it twice.  The water was suspiciously luke warm.  I personally had scooped shit with that cup on several occasions – too recent to name with any digntity. (Isabelle is a chronic shit in the bath as soon as you leave her there for more than 5 minutes kind of girl.)

You know when you are really thirsty and you will pretty much drink anything ….. overall not a great start to the morning.

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5 Comments

  1. LMAO BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

    How on earth is it that when it’s your husband’s turn, you do everything in your power to keep the kids quiet and content and not ONCE will they go into the room to ask dad for something, but when it’s your turn, you get bothered constantly…The joys of mother hood hey!

    Congrats on being in the top 10! I will be voting for you everyday! 🙂

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  2. Tania

     /  August 30, 2010

    I have learnt to lock my bedroom door… sure I get a few loud knocks and yells from the other side but atleast I’m not bashed over the head or in the stomach with a doll or a kids storybook 😉

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  3. Ag ja, I have also tried that one and it seems that short on handcuffing the buggers to the downstairs area, there is no way I get my late sleep. Daddy they would leave to it.

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  4. reluctantmom

     /  August 29, 2010

    I am glad my pain gives you happiness!!!

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  5. bwahahaha! I literally burst out laughing now!!!

    Brilliant!

    A kid to a sleeping mother is like a moth to a flame!

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