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Who said I was a neurotic mother?
THUMP... SILENCE Him Indoors - rather loudly - aimed at The Boy whereever he may be in the house: "what was that ?" The Boy shouting out from some other location in the house: "my head" Me - not talking but making mental notes as the conversation goes he is talking so he is breathing and concious - there was no yelling so it can't have hurt that much. Him Indoors: "what else" The Boy: "my head and the staircase" The Boy: "I made the bannister shatter" Him Indoors: "pardon?" The Boy: "The thing you hold on to when you go down the stairs, I made it shatter" Him Indoors: "You mean shudder right?" No answer, he is clearly thinking about it. Note that Him Indoors and I are so concerned by tha point that neither of us has moved from respective sitting areas. Him Indoors: "did you break it or make it shake?" The Boy: "tremble" Him Indoors: "you meant shudder. Do you need anything" The Boy: "nah" That's my boy!!!! And I did not even get the ice pack out of the freezer... lousy mother me. |
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9.1.05 15:37 |
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Serious blog crush
This entry was the reason I neglected my motherly duties this morning and did not go and stand by the side of the pitch while The Boy and Him Indoors were running about and playing with funny shaped balls (that and the cold weather). I just had to read the rest you see. If your French is up to it go and have a look for yourself. |
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9.1.05 16:57 |
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The set yolk in hard boiled eggs makes me gag. When I was at primary school, friday was no meat day. The menu alternated between fish and hard boiled eggs. Fortnightly I used to swap with my yolks for her whites. One day the dinner lady spotted the exchanged, voiced her disapproval and forced us to eat or respective egg bits. We were a lot more careful the next time, I had learned a valuable lesson in life "don't get caught unless you want your mum to pick you up because you have the afternoon off sick". |
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10.1.05 21:46 |
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Only imbeciles never change their minds right?
I wasn't sure I wanted to see Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind. The last time I saw Kate Winslet was in Hideous Kinky and she annoyed me no end, more than her character had when I read the book which I did not think was possible. The name Jim Carrey on the cast also put me off big time. But Martine rated it in her year in movies post so I thought I might give it a go. And it was on pay per view. And there was nothing to watch on TV (now there's a surprise). I reluctantly gave it a go. I take it all back. Jim Carrey is good. I like Jim Carrey. I want to see more films with Jim Carrey. I suppose that's number 5) on the birthday list done with. Not sure if "yep, it's alright" counts as conversation though. It will do for me. |
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10.1.05 22:08 |
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Note to self
Next time The Boy's bed needs stripping at 3:30 in the morning, it is worth doing it, however much I want to go back to sleep. If in doubt, try and remember last night and how it was a bad idea to just put a t-shirt on him and get him in our bed. Sleeping between The Boy and Him Indoors gives an understanding of hoe the slice of bread feels in the toaster. Yes they are like a toaster, a very fidgetty toaster whose elements take it in turn to steal your pillow. |
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10.1.05 22:13 |
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Note to the idot in the black golf
When you come face to face with a cyclist because YOU are driving on the wrong side of the road, it is a bit of a cheek to swear and gesture and shout.
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10.1.05 22:20 |
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It was almost a compliment
"you are quite efficient" I am about to say thank you when the rest of the sentence is delivered "for someone this scatty" Thanks for nothing then. |
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11.1.05 22:16 |
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