Whiney Children Plus Tired Mother =

Chaos and Carnage.


Come on, did you expect anything else? At cricket training tonight Connor lost her thongs. In America they are known as flip flops but here, much to my chagrin, thongs. Anyway, she lost them because she took them off and didn't look for them. I have to state that because to mere mortals it would seem obvious that was how they were lost. I mean aliens didn't come take them off her feet - yes, I asked.

Anyway, the point of this story comes when I cracked and I looked for them. Yes I did because Connor couldn't find them. In all fairness how could she? They were not hanging around Caitlyn's neck or on top of the playscape or even hidden around Tom's shoulders. See, those were all the places Connor was looking, anywhere BUT on the ground where they were.

Here's the kicker. As I was yelling at her for not looking, she LAUGHED....she actually LAUGHED at me. A rational person would have known that with Connor and her inability to read social cues that she had no idea that laughing at that time was the incorrect thing to do. A rational person would know that. Since I however am anything but rational I sent her to sit in the car before I snapped and killed her in front of everyone.

The kids are playing with Monty now and I am staying far, very far away from them. I think it's better this way. When I can say Connor's name without grinding my teeth to powder I will leave my sanctuary and put them to bed. I figure they'll be down by midnight.

In the End, John Lee Hooker was Right

"I Need Some Money" - truer words were never spoken. To be able to buy a crappy fixerupper house we need at LEAST $50K in the bank, another $40K for a new car that will separate the kids (third row is MANDATORY) I'll be honest, I'm eying that ipod iTouch like no one's business and would a little plastic surgery be so wrong?

Apparently. Alrighty then. It's time to stop feeling sorry for myself and look for some sort of gainful employment. My skill set is useless here. For some reason Australia is INSISTING on not basing there legal system on the one used in America so my paralegal skills are worth bubkis. Plus I have to be home to take the kids to and from school every work day. Plus I need to be available for swim lessons, cricket training, after school events and of course, stay home with 10 minutes warning in case any one of 3 children are sick.

What do you think? Prime Minister right? CEO of Hasbro? Editor of Cosmopolitan? No problems getting some sort of fun job that pays at least $60K a year. Yep. I'll go start buying my work clothes now.

Nice try anyway. Off to do laundry and medicate angry kitty and keep curious and annoyed dog away from said kitty.