Highlights and lowlights

What can I tell you folks, it’s just domestic city over here, which is hardly scintillating fodder for a readership.
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I bought new covers for our lounges from Ikea – so for the princely sum of $348 we have what look like brand new lounges. When really they are 10 years old and very worn indeed. Psychologically they are so much more comfortable than the before.
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We also bought some kitchen stools from Ikea and have rearranged stuff so we now have a breakfast bar. Who knew such an area would make such a difference to our my livesfe.
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I’ve almost completed our back living/dining area reorganisation. It’s almost killed me. Such constant home-making. SNORE.
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The back living/dining area is still orientated completely opposite to what we want. It won’t be the right way around until we get a whole wall of shelving constructed and well, the $$$ required for that makes my head explode.
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Felix is killing me. His primary goal seems to be just how severely he can torment his brothers. Even Grover. The louder they protest/cry/scream the bigger the grin on his face. It is intensely annoying. Not to mention soul destroying.
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The quandary is that the constant harping/barking/yelling by me/Chef/Grandmama at him to be a loving caring brother and to cease and desist from this current course of action has seen him be really down on himself – that he’s not a good brother, not cool, not good at anything. I mean GOD, it’s like he’s premenstrual all.the.time.
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Speaking of which, is it possible to be premenstrual for like ten days? Furthermore, ten days in the middle of your cycle? Could I be preovulational? Or maybe just ovulational. Typical.
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I have decided that I am exactly the same as a SAHM as I was in the workforce.
– Always on some deadline or another and procrastinating until the 11th hour. In the case of home duties the 11th hour equates to either the time it takes until not doing the task makes my neck itch beyond toleration levels or it starts to stink or I find myself sniffing the armpits of my bras to determine if I could get another days wear out of it.
– Always turning a simple task into a complicated one. For example, today I was cleaning the fishtank when suddenly I found myself standing on the kitchen bench (the new breakfast bar area no less – so convenient now it’s clear of life’s detritus) cleaning shelves and the top of the windowsill and washing all the jugs I had on display on the shelves.
– Always being very easily distracted. I can quite easily walk away from a half-cleaned bathroom to hang out a load of washing, cook a batch of biscuits and build a Thomas the Effing train track.
It’s kinda comforting to know I am essentially the same in approach at home as I am at work. Now that, home is work. If you get my drift.
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I got my haircut two weeks ago – the first time since January – and I hate it. It shits me and makes my neck itch. I have no idea why. It’s a good cut and a good colour. Maybe it was the realisation that Mel from Sunrise has the exact same haircut just blonde. And well, she shits me and makes my neck itch so I guess it makes sense after all.
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Did I tell you all about Oscar’s breakthrough at school? That his aide read him his spelling words nice and slowly and Oscar wrote all 12 of them on his own accord and got them all right? I didn’t? Well now you know and isn’t it wondrous!?!
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Jasper and Grover have started to play along side each other which is, you know, kind of adorable. It’s just the constant battle-cry-off between Mr McCranky Jasper and Mr McScreamy Grover which has been at full assault for the last two weeks that has taken the edge of this delightful development. Seriously, one of them has a full meltdown because I said no and once that fury has dissipated the other one will kick in with some full body flinging to the ground routine due to something life threatening like being looked at. There have been days in the last week which have left me feeling like the mud in the bottom of the trenches on the Western Front.
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Grover’s bandage came off on Friday. It seems he’s forgotten that he sucks his thumb. I realise in years to come as we’re trying to get Jasper to stop sucking his I will be grateful for this but at the moment I would take the thumb-sucking over the screaming to sleep and the multiple night wake-ups any day.
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As you were.