the long stretch of summer

do you remember summer and Christmas as a kid? When your legs start to stick to the school chair and your back feels damp in an un-airconditioned classroom with 30+ other bodies.
When the pace at school suddenly starts to slow, your teacher goes from being tired and cranky to cracking jokes and letting you watch videos.
When you spend more time in class making christmas decorations and eating so many candy canes you silently say a thanks that they only appear once a year.
When cherries are plentiful. And grapes. And mangoes. And stone fruit of every flavour.
When you have Christmas and what feels like an eternity ahead of you in what is otherwise is called h.o.l.i.d.a.y.s.

It was the last day of school today in New South Wales. Oscar seems pretty darn chuffed about it although when I pointed out he’d have a new teacher next year (but the same aide – who sent home a card for us today, thanking us for letting her work with our “magnificent, wonderful boy” – so I’ve said several quiet prayers of thanks for that one) he gave me a look of “oh you stupid woman, no I won’t”. He will, but we’ll cross that bridge oh, the day before he goes back, because the lack of ability to understand the concept of time is hard enough to live with without adding in a level of anxiety.

But Felix, the sensitive, competitive, always has to win, self-conscious little fella? Was a mess this morning before school because he was never going back after today (mwahahaha what a shuddering reality that’s going to be when he grasps the idea it’s for another, oh, t.e.n. years) and he was worried about how long the holidays were and what he was going to do all that time (geekgeekgeekgeekgeek). And tonight? Went to bed in tears because he’s going to miss his teacher, Mrs G, sooo much and never see her again. When I pointed out she would be in the playground he sobbed even louder, saying it wouldn’t be long enough at recess. I mean, can this kid break my heart any harder?

Anyway, Chef and I can’t ever remember being sad that summer holidays were here. Sure, when they were over, but at the beginning? Not so much.

So

the meeting was ‘fine’. I feel it best left at that so as not to Dooce myself.

I don’t really feel like eating anything, but when I do it’s normally things like rice crackers with Kraft Cream Cheese spread or Philly with sweet chilli sauce. I know, bizarre and somewhat horrifying. I also crave sausage rolls, and those big square rice crackers. If I come out of this pregnancy alive I will be nothing if not f.a.t.

People, in general, just piss me off.

Yeah I know, I just glow with peace, love and harmony when I’m pregnant.

Is there a better reason

to break a silence than to report on a remarkable wish come true?

You see, this afternoon I was thinking, “I really want to catch-up on some classic films – and ideally – Funny Girl, but you know Barefoot in the Park would be fine, or any Doris Day flick or indeed a Katherine Hepburn, but not an intense one, a fun one …” as so on and so forth.

So, I’m sitting here and what is on the Biography channel?

FUNNY GIRL.

That is all.

Am bored

so taking a break from here for a while.
A while could be a day, it could be a couple, it could be a week or more.
I’m kinda fickle like that at the moment.
I will be back, but am bored, over it and getting kinda narky over nothing, so figure I need some time away from it.

Do-over

Joke asked after my crappy afternoon/evening yesterday if I get a do-over, and lo, it came to pass.

Today I turn 34.

This morning I was woken by Felix rummaging through a box of lego. Ahhh, the sweet sound of morning.

Then I had one of those quintessential parenting moments – one of the ones that makes you think, I’m so glad my life is full of this love, chaos and noise – as opposed to one of the ones like yesterday when I got weeed on in public so effectively it made me look like I’d wet my own pants, rather than by someone else, which on writing was maybe a bit more palatable. Anyway, I digress. The moment when all of your offspring descend on you in bed when you’re still trying to wake up and work out what day it is.

There were chocolates (Lindt milk chocolate balls and Bacis) and homemade cards, lots of kisses, hugs and general flattery to try and get me to give up my chocolates to them then and there, or maybe in their lunchbox.

And that, is the best do-over ever.