The weekend

has been spent trying not to simmer over an awful day at work on Friday when every shred of trust in my work unit was destroyed.

I have actually had moderate success. It’s just the quiet moments when it pervades my being and suddenly I’m snapping at people and have to drag myself out of it.

Soccer started yesterday. Eugh. Felix was on fire, scored a goal and got the certificate for best player on the team – seriously, I thought his heart was going to burst through his chest with that one. Hope he hasn’t peaked too early!

Chef only works Saturday nights on the weekends now. That means we have all the family together on a weekend for the first time in about 10 years. Apart from the eleventy gagillion hours we seem to be watching of AFL, it is really quite lovely.

This morning we went into the city to Chinatown and did Yum Cha at East Ocean. OMG – soooo good.

I’m on the verge of a migraine since last night so have actually been doing v. little and lying on the lounge. The ramifications of this will flow through the week with a filthy house and no-one having clean clothes, but quite frankly, that’s why driers and take away were invented. Surely.

That’s about it.

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  • h&b

    We don’t have a weekend daddy either .. but yeah, when we do, unless i’ve organised an ‘outing’, it’s footy all the way ..

    and yeah.

    Well, that’s why I keep a blog and read those of others. Stops me nagging 🙂

  • joanne

    take away menu’s are like the bible in this house!