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I would be posting … if I just had something interesting, enlightening, fun or, well, anything to tell you all.

I had an ultrasound – which went for an hour for goodness sakes – and blood tests done last Friday. I’ll go to my GP tomorrow to find out what the gall bladder is doing.
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After a year of procrastinating I updated/changed our health insurance last night. Apparently we were over-insured for extras and under-insured for hospital. Well derr. Now we’ve got ‘proper’ coverage for us but there’s still a year wait on procedures in a private hospital. Even though we’ve been with the same health fund since 1994.
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I need to ring the paediatrician for Oscar. I’ve been procrastinating on this for about a year as well. After I made the appointment last year and then promptly forgot to go. Do you think they would have forgotten about that by now? Is it safe for me to ring again or do you reckon they’ll try and hit me with a no-show invoice?
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I need to ring Oscar’s CP specialist for an appt too – I’d forgotten about this after the last time we saw him because sorry, my head was already full of catastrophising over his now-required surgery.
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I am one of those despairing housewives at the moment. It’s boring and does not make interesting reading. Let’s just say I’m in one of those grim thin-lipped clenched jaw mindsets and short of winning the lottery it’s not going to shift in the near future.
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The little fellas are rather exasperating today. I just took Jasper to his room because he was screaming that I wanted to use my computer and I had therefore closed the Bananas in Pyjamas website. Grover has not had a sleep, instead he chose to scream the street into a heightened state of alarm with screaming. Now he’s lying on the floor farting and watching Blues Clues, the host of which makes my neck itch with those caterpillar eyebrows and bowl-cut hairdo and creepy waiting for us to answer when hello sir, tv – is a one way medium all the while reminding me of Burger from Sex and the City. Shudder.
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Speaking of Sex and the City, I’ve been watching a lot of it lately for reasons even I can’t explain and MY GOD they all shit me to tears but Miranda? Miranda just got the biggest bum steer of all didn’t she. Season after season of hideous hairdos and questionable wardrobe styling.
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On the other hand, I can watch rerun after rerun of Seinfeld and laugh and smirk and find my mood infinitely improved with never a thought about their hairstyles or wardrobe styling. Curious.
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There’s questionable sleeping patterns going on over here too, which explains the questionable movie watching – take for example Teeth. I was relieved to see on IMDB that it was meant to be a comedy and a horror film, because once you have an actress perfecting the Marcia Marcia Marcia face of Jan Brady playing a dedicated to keeping her virginity until she is married all the while discovering she has a condition called Vagina Dentata (yes, it deserves caps) teenager, you really start wishing the insomnia would go disturb someone elses reality.

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Chef had some 24hr vomiting, exploding arse virus, so now I’m just kinda waiting for the family to come down with it one by one. Yeah, I know, the eternal optimist in me sometimes just SHINES right on through.
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He has also been coughing up a lung for about a month. I’m getting bored with it quite frankly.
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The two youngest fellas have had green train tracks running from their noses for the last eternity. So much so that when one of Jasper’s kindy teachers mentioned it on Tuesday I feigned ignorance. Is that bad? That in a kindergarten run by a church with the most godly of staff I pretended to have no idea that a) my kid had a green snotty nose b) that I should have therefore kept him at home and c) apparently when it’s green it’s contagious instead just thinking to myself what a dickhead she was because she’s saying this to the mother of four children who knows everything there is to know about snot.
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Speaking of kindergarten, I’ve tried to be positive about where Jasper is going but you know what? It really really shits me. They’re so prim and proper and neat and orderly and well, meek. Seriously, my neck’s itching just thinking about it. For example, they had a table set up this week with bugs and insects on it, with a new unopened packet of a butterfly with each stage of it’s development. Jasper wanted to open it and as I started to I asked the staff if I could and they all jumped on me with a ‘NO!” followed by – ‘the pieces will get lost’. Excuse me? In this place? A piece of dust can’t even get lost in that place. And HELLO. It’s a kindergarten. A place where kids play. Not look at toys still.in.their.packaging. so none of the pieces get lost. GOD.
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Yeah I know, it’s Day 3.