I have procrastinated for over a year and then, the school tie saga. It takes Tama and me an hour to find his school tie in his room. Something must be done.
Step 1: Take antihistamine
It’s not like he doesn’t clean his room. He is made to clean it every Saturday morning. It is his method of sweeping contents to the edges, on top of things under things and at the bottom of his cupboard.
This is what I found:
1. Dismantled car radio and calculator
2. A letter to himself that he is not allowed to open until he is 17 (do I wish it wasn’t sealed!)
3. 2 unused light globes still in their boxes.
4. A rubber with a paper tail stapled to it and other with a cape.
5. A list of “Things to Do” I am 100% sure is not his.
The highlight of what I found is really rather sweet. It seems my boy is so attached to the lunches I make him he decided to keep the remnants of the last one I made him for primary school.
That was four hot summer months ago.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Hellstra Again
Telstra hands out there pre-paid credit at 3am in the morning.
How do I know this?
Because at 3am in the morning I was woken by the Midnight Beast singing "Wake up in the morning feeling like Winehouse"
Not the most soothing of songs, certainly not in the wee hours.
Once common sense kicked in and I realised I wasn't being attacked and my son's phone was somewhere in my room, I concentrated on steadying my racing heartbeat in the hope I would be asleep again soon.
No such luck.
There it goes again... "Wake up in the morning feeling like Winehouse"
Right, he has his phone scheduled to notify him of a text until such times as he reads it. Useful if I am trying to contact him. Less so at this moment.
I get out of bed and rummage.
Can't find it.
It goes off again.
Problem is, the lyric is just long enough for me to get a general direction, but not to locate.
Yes, I could ring it myself, but it s 3am in the morning. You think I am thinking straight. No I am not. I am just rummaging. And swearing. A lot of swearing.
Eventually I find where it as fallen between the cupboard and the dresser.
Lucky really, no one ever would have looked there otherwise.
Meanwhile, I woke up in the morning feeling like Winehouse.
How do I know this?
Because at 3am in the morning I was woken by the Midnight Beast singing "Wake up in the morning feeling like Winehouse"
Not the most soothing of songs, certainly not in the wee hours.
Once common sense kicked in and I realised I wasn't being attacked and my son's phone was somewhere in my room, I concentrated on steadying my racing heartbeat in the hope I would be asleep again soon.
No such luck.
There it goes again... "Wake up in the morning feeling like Winehouse"
Right, he has his phone scheduled to notify him of a text until such times as he reads it. Useful if I am trying to contact him. Less so at this moment.
I get out of bed and rummage.
Can't find it.
It goes off again.
Problem is, the lyric is just long enough for me to get a general direction, but not to locate.
Yes, I could ring it myself, but it s 3am in the morning. You think I am thinking straight. No I am not. I am just rummaging. And swearing. A lot of swearing.
Eventually I find where it as fallen between the cupboard and the dresser.
Lucky really, no one ever would have looked there otherwise.
Meanwhile, I woke up in the morning feeling like Winehouse.
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