I had planned to write a post on book week today, but as it turns out I haven’t.
No real reason why. Just haven’t.
Instead, because said post will take too much time out of my already dramatically shortened day, (it helps to take your house keys with you when you leave home, so that you don’t have to drive into your husbands work to steal his), I shall instead be imparting some of my still in tack wisdom.
Or possibly randomness.
So, here goes.
- There is possibly nothing more frustrating in life than moving car seats from one car to another.
- You can, in fact learn things from kids TV shows. The other day I was able to accurately identify an object at a construction site, based on about three minutes of watching Bob the Builder.
- Still on Bob, most people, according to facebook, would like to see Wendy and Bob live happily ever after.
Or, perhaps. Just have one hot and steamy weekend.
- It is entirely possible to pretend that sore ankles don’t exist because the physio suggested a $600 MRI, and you already have a dentist stealing all your money.
Possible if you just ignore the fact that the pain is again waking you up at night.
- Bookweek, whilst an excellent celebration of all things literary, is also a great filter of parents. It’s easy to see the passionate, the practical, the ones who forgot until the morning of the parade, and the ostentatious.
I think that prior to elections, we should make our politicians dress up to see which category they fall into.
- Speaking of elections, there is nothing like a looming one to boost the number of telemarketer calls. However it appears that those calling to provide important information actually have no access to much beyond a fact sheet. When I asked what my local members stance on gay marriage was, I was told she would call me back.
The election is tomorrow and now the phone is oddly silent.
- When your husband accuses you of dream cheating with a McDreamy look alike, it is wise to do your best to appease him that his will NEVER happen, instead of just saying, ‘well that’s silly.’
Particularly when the next night he will leave you to go to Japan with the tightly toned woman from the corner store, and you will want to punch him in the face.
- Twitter is an excellent source of enablement when it comes to weird food combinations.
- Twitter is also an excellent source of accommodation issues. Cass Can Sew has kindly volunteered to have a bloggers sleepover at her place, but she will frisk you to make sure you haven’t raided her fabric stash.
- The thought of spring, whilst igniting the online world (ie everyone in my news feed) with joy and anticipation, only brings me dread. The heat is on its way to Darwin, and there’s no way to escape it.
Unless I go and live with Cass.
- Nits are possibly the hardest things to kill ever. If the world spontaneously exploded, I’m sure they would get by with barely a scratch.
They and the cockroaches.
- As for cockroaches, I take back my earlier statement of car seat transference as the most frustrating thing. It is definitely cockroaches crawling across the smoke alarm sensor in the middle of the night.
- Toilet training, whilst providing a light to the end of a huggies filled tunnel, is also entirely annoying when it means you must visit every public toilet in the world, and every suggestion of ‘need to do wees,’ must be taken seriously.
There is something to be said for wearing nappies forever.
Any wisdom/randomness you want to share?
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