What a drip!

I have a had a major week. First my son develops asthma with the bad weather last week and probably a wee virus. So off we trip to the doctors, many medications later, to the hospital for the next couple of days. Fortunately with him being 12 years old, my company was not required a lot. In fact, "When are you going?" was uttered many times.
So, he happily sat in his private ensuited room summoning nurses for lemonade popsicles and to change the movies on his personal tv, and ordering his next meal. While I ferried back and forth from home to ensure the pets were ok, do business orders, and collect essential entertainment items for my son.
I happily slept at home each night until I found my bed wet from a leaky roof. That's all I needed! Fortunately it didn't leak a lot but I did have to move to another room for a couple of nights until I could coax a roofer around. They were of course all busy with the days and days of rain.
I'm hoping all will be back to normal tomorrow when hopefully my son goes back to school!

Wrestling with Easter

I had all these plans to paint rooms in my house over Easter, but do ya know what? I couldn't be bothered. So I slothed around on Friday after a nice big sleep in. Walked down to the park with my son and munched on not-so hot cross buns, then later had the ol' 70's fondue with friends followed by dipping stuff in melted chocolate. Strawberries were the best.
Saturday was equally lazy although I did 3 hours work at the library to keep the guilts at bay. A lovely sunny afternoon rewarded me for my efforts and my son and I watched Midsomer Murders that night. The crime capital of the UK.
A big sleep in Sunday followed my making my way through a dark chocolate easter bunny and spending up large at the garden city. Oh yes, I must remember to plant those vegie seedlings before they die..... Feed chips to huge baby big seagulls from the car window at Sumner while they peered their beady eyes (and huge beaks) at me from my car roof. It was kinda creepy actually but my son thought it was a hoot. I wonder if he will be so pleased when he has to clean the s*** off the roof. Tee hee.
Everything was fabulous this weekend, especially the avoiding any work around the house bit, until my cat decided to go to the toilet on the floor in my toilet room! I chased her outside angrily and threw water at her, cursing all the way back inside thinking of what i'll have to clean up. But no, my dog fixed the problem. Eeewwww!!!!!!
Well, I did feel kind of guilty for not having done any painting, so at 10pm last night I wrestled my ancient rangehood (that has more rust than metal and therefore haven't been brave enough to turn it on) free from the wall, and moved it's supporting beams to accomodate the new rangehood. My hands are sore and I finally feel like I've acheived something. Still, I should consider resting an acheivement!

Easter and the School Holidays

I have lovely visions of sleeping in during Easter and the school hols, until my internal filofax reminded me that i had promised to complete some interior painting of ceilings and walls. Not to mention working all through the holidays. But one ray of hope surfaced when my 12 yr old son piped up and said, "By the way Mum, you won't see much of me during the holidays. I'll be visiting all my friends." I had to stop myself from leaping up and punching the air shouting "Yes!" I was thinking of suprising my boy with a kitten, but then visions of a paint covered kitten being licked clean by the dog and the subsequent vet bills stopped that crazy thought....well, at least for the time being........

Return to normalcy in the household.

Wow, it's amazing what a night at Nana's can do to an adolescent. He was apparently behaving beautifully until she said he wasn't allowed to do something or other. Then fists were drawn much to the shock of Nana. But this is not a Nana to mess with! I destinctly remember her 'volcano' temper from my youth. Don't mess with the Nana!
So a blasting was given to the young lad about violence, domestic violence, and while she was at it she gave him heaps about treating your mother with disrespect.
So off to school he went the next day, and came home a different boy. The usual well behaved son I'm used to, and thank god for that!
A pleasant evening mall crawl was had together. It was very pleasant. We shared some chinese dumplings and walk arm and arm through the shops, until at one point I lost him. But some 20 minutes testing the squishiness of a couch in Farmers later, he turns up. We had a nice veg-out time on the couch at home watching bad influence programmes such as 2 and a half men, and his idols on Big Bang Theory. Still he can't be too bad if his idols are OCD physics geeks!