I am so grateful that the minions are back in someone else’s care from tomorrow. I have renewed respect for teachers in our country.
If I listen to one more fight, whine, moan or scream, I shall burst my own eardrums.
If I have to raise my voice one more time to be heard, I shall yank my vocal chords out by the roots.
If I spend another car trip listening to a fight about which CD should be playing, I will walk. It is that bad.
If I have to spend another cent on mindless activities to entertain the children, whom, I might add, are bored by almost everything, I will have to rob a bank.
On the bright side, however, I found a treadmill! At a good price. Which S will pick up from PE tomorrow. So, now I will have to stop having 5 sugars on my cereal in the morning. And lay off the coffee creamer in the 6 + cups I have each day. By installing this contraption in our house, I am hoping to get a new lust for life, Joie d’ Vivre, kick up my arse or, at the very least, reduce the size of said arse.
As I walk on my road to nowhere – everyday – I will contemplate the lack of complexity in my life.
A lot of thought has gone into the ideal psitioning of said sweat-maker in our house. And, as the current chief executive homemaker, I had the final say. The treadmill will be standing in the braairoom, in front of the TV, where I can watch Toddlers ‘n Tiara’s, in relative peace.
I am still contemplating whether I should charge a hourly rate – valid for all family members who think they can hitch a ride on my mean machine.