Friday, 31 August 2012

Here comes the weekend...

It promises to be a big day in our household tomorrow.

We have reached the pointy end of the season and Master 15 is playing in his first ever soccer Grand Final.

I just have a couple of questions...

  • Why is it so hard to get that little ball in that great big net?
  • Why do injuries hurt so much more in soccer than football?

Good Luck Boys!!!

Thursday, 30 August 2012

Oh Brother.....

There's supposed to be something special about the relationships between brothers...right???

I like to imagine my boys will be best mates, always there for each other, a shoulder to lean on...etc

Perhaps one day they will is not that day!!!

Master 15 delights in tormenting Master 12.....Master 12 delights in dobbing on Master 15.  If I query the logic of this interaction I am simply told that "All brothers act like this".

Perhaps they do...after all I have never been a brother...though I do have a couple of my own.  When I put my mind back I can recall a fair bit of tormenting, and the family stories of big brother vs younger brother have become legendary.  Somehow I thought (hoped) mine would be different...alas this is not to be.

Today was the Annual Book Week Parade at Master 12's primary school.  Students were to come dressed as their favourite book character.  This in itself is an almost impossible challenge as Master 12 does not like to read...he'd rather wait for the movie to come out!!

We decided to compromise and find a character that appears in both books and a movie, and thus we settled on Tintin.  This was probably helped by the fact that he has posters of Tintin on his wall and there may have been some subliminal message being beamed into his brain as he falls asleep each night.  Maybe it's just because he wears fairly normal types of clothes, and Master 12 couldn't foresee any major craft projects involved in putting together his ensemble. ( Have I mentioned that Master 12 by his own admission is criminally lazy?)

So here we were, all suitably coiffed, ready to go.  Master 15 takes one look, "I AM NOT WALKING TO SCHOOL WITH HIM", apparently I should be driving Master 12 to school, while Master 15 walks to avoid the utter humiliation that is certain to befall him if he is seen with a brother in dress up clothes.  Well I burst that bubble, so it was declared that he would walk either 50 metres ahead or 50 metres behind...but he would not be seen with his there would be certain damage to his reputation if anyone knew they were related.

Suffice to say I sent them on their way.....together....and of course (as expected) Master 12 gleefully regaled me with every name his brother called him  to and from school....there were quite a few...good to see someone is reading and improving their vocabulary!!!

The resemblance is uncanny...wouldn't you say??

What did I learn today?
At 15 years of age it is not good to be different in ANY way!!!

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Hello and Welcome.....

Well here we are at my inaugural blog a first impression you only get to make it once.

So I guess it should be something worthwhile.....well at least somewhat worth reading.

I've had both my boys (Master 15 and Master 12) at home for most of the week, one because he's been doing a pretty good impression of a barking seal since Sunday, and the other because he didn't go to school camp and all his friends did.  It seems I somehow managed to be conned into the idea that sending him to school would serve no educational purpose and the only kids he'd have to hang with would be 2nd grade girls...and we certainly couldn't have could we.

Meanwhile Husband has managed to avoid the chaos (as usual) by scooting off to Melbourne on "business", which usually involves fancy hotels, long lunches, which turn into drinks, which turn into dinners, and usually get topped off with a round of golf to clear the head in the morning.  When I point out the discrepancies in our situations I am usually regaled with sad stories of how I don't understand how hard it is to sleep in beds other than your own....(you know the ones with those crisp, clean sheets that get made for you by someone else every morning)....and how eating out for every meal is hell for the digestion.....BOO HOO!!

There is a final touch to our domestic mayhem...the neighbours have acquired themselves a new cat.  Said cat enjoys taunting and tormenting our poor dog by daring to walk past the front door at every possible opportunity and smugly watching the resulting mania from safety behind the security screen.  Crazy dog knows he can't reach the cat, but feels honour bound to ferociously protect the household from the threat of impending attack. Just sounds like an almighty racket to of these days he'll launch himself at the screen and sail right through it...don't know who will be the most shocked...the cat or the dog.  Natural enemies I know...but can't we all just get along???

 I will finish off this, my very first blog post,with something that I have learned today....well that would be how to write a wouldn't it!!!!