Well, here we are at the start of a new week, and a new month. The weekend just gone was certainly an interesting one. The boys both had a exceptional day at soccer, both getting player of the match in their respective games. They are both fortunate to have the same coach, who obviously sees their potential as players by encouraging them to attend each other's training sessions. (One might also ponder whether he could also see the distanced look in the parent's eyes when "an hour and a half per training session" was announced at the start of the comp?) This is a huge "time out" bonus for the parents, having two lots of hour and a half meltdown sessions!
Due to the rain last week, and the storm Tuesday night in particular, the "time out" sessions were cancelled, and the meltdown sessions were a bubbling molten pool of adolescence. For the purpose of this blog, i have refrained from using the more appropriate terminology. What is it with boys anyway?? We ask, we wait, we ask, we wait, we begin to errupt into the fury of all hell to forsake a little help with putting "your grotty soccer gear" away. . . . I have attempted to adhere to the tactics of successful parenting by the book, but feel the boys do not read, nor do they understand the inference of " I say, you do, we happy", which i know is clearly stated somewhere in one of those pages i read???. . Around about the "we happy" bit usually comes a peaceful time when you can sit down with a lovely cuppa and a book, dad can go chat about nothing to no-one for two whole hours, and the little chilli billies can play computer and playstation without so much as a "he kept looking at me!!"...... because we're all happy right? And then all of a sudden it happens, and we find ourselves back on that insanity train that just won't let us off!! No matter how hard you try, you just seem to be walking further and further down the aisle until until another door opens, and another carriage confronts you. (And don't EVER look back, because they're there......). I am pleased to say we only had a little bit of this.....
Alas, there is also the Old Fart and the Little Fart to figure into the picture. Disbelief may never before have entered your mind until you stood watching the storm come in, blustering wind, torrential rain, (I actually had a typo here with terrestial, and was soooooooooo tempted to leave it there!!) the bitterness in the air cutting through your very skin, and what does he do??? He sits there, back rounded, chin tucked in, Little Fart making tremendous headway up the inside of the jacket, and has another puff on the death stick!! "Come inside" we bellow from the warm confines of the smoke free zone. "Yeah, in a minute.." he replies! Could i be so callous as to get the camera out? Well i could, but my blokey man had just come home, and the disbelief on his face was more worth the wait than scurrying off to get the camera! Silent head shaking occurs here. . . .
Storms outside the house, storms inside the house, is there not a sacred nook about in which to retreat?? What, and miss all this you might say, spot on!!
Well, the weather prediction for next week is that one of the storm fronts is moving north, and there will be continued and intermittent adolescent storms over the coming winter weeks. Yes, the Old Fart is bailing out of the cold and heading into the warmer confines of sibling number three's abode up north! And Little Fart will have to leave her coats of many colours to also head north chasing trains with Jelly Bean!! (You had to be in my head for that one!!)
Polly's humble abode presides quite near the rail line, and will probably be just cause for the Little Fart's eyes popping further out of her dear little head! May take a little getting used to, but i am sure canine companion Jelly Bean will be more than happy company to help calm the nerves...
Well Monday would not be a Funday if there wasn't a trip to a coffee shop and some errands to run. Am seriously thinking about (Old Fart) purchasing a shopping trolley for me to pick up his meds. Keeping on top of that is a job in itself! Alas, blazing trails of speed entrail as I collect Riley from school and shoot out of bounds to look at something resembling a house that actually may have room to move in it. Surrounded with green paddocks on one side, a creek down the back and old scrappy sheds, should be lots more room for the blokey man and his boys to get back to nature in. (Or at least get outta the house and outta sight!!) Alas, looking is all it is at the moment, but looking ahead we are....
A detour on the way home for artistic creation amongst natures greenery sees son number two none too happy to conform to mothers helper request. My idea of some photos to inspire an album i am forging in my mind, and requiring the assistance of a clicker, all of a sudden is met with sulking words of refusal. My efforts to "take some of you first" came out quite nice, and there i was at the end of it all with full sun in my face, shadow across the hills and chilling damp air. "Oh the first one isn't that bad mum. . . ." Mate, they're all bad, this one just wasn't AS bad!! My mind ponders the thought of what else i can stash in the back of the car for such occasions (ie tripod), and when i can get back to pick up those really cool bits of wood.
I am already smelling the beans as dutiful son is dropped off, and mother follows the smell of coffee beans brewing in the warmth of yet another familiar cafe! Now this is truly my idea of time out! Alas, home and a fairly fit free night of dinner preparation, and a new take on chicken sausage rolls for dinner. So sweet was the silence that one had to commend number two son's efforts at putting together the savoury muffins all on his own!! The look in blokey mans eyes when he saw them, "priceless!!"
Until another day.....
jaywhat
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