You could say Karma was a bitch, but now I'm convinced that she just may be called Saturday.
Saturdays as an adult consists of constant talking, reasoning, explaining and unfortunately, yelling.
Every Saturday morning I'll let the kids hang out till about 9am, lounge in their pyjamas, have a second breakfast. But after 9am, it's clean up time, all the stuff that I didn't get to do during the week, I now make the kids do. They all have their jobs, bathrooms, bedrooms, floors, uniforms down, bags unpacked. If my kids are clever, we can knock this out in an hour maybe two. but if its Saturday like yesterday. Forever doesn't describe the slow motion torture that was our Saturday morning.
Every Saturday morning I'll let the kids hang out till about 9am, lounge in their pyjamas, have a second breakfast. But after 9am, it's clean up time, all the stuff that I didn't get to do during the week, I now make the kids do. They all have their jobs, bathrooms, bedrooms, floors, uniforms down, bags unpacked. If my kids are clever, we can knock this out in an hour maybe two. but if its Saturday like yesterday. Forever doesn't describe the slow motion torture that was our Saturday morning.
Different to my normal 6am wake up to get the kids on their bus by 7am. On Saturday, I get to sleep in to 6:15am. super stoked. Cue the arguments that followed over Taylor taking too long with sugar, the spilt milk and the one kid who wants to have pancakes, and proceeds to ask 500 times even though she has already got her answer. and yes it was Riley.
So the tv goes off at 9am, usually followed by the predicted moans and groans, how hard their life is and how mean their mother is. I love how we do the same thing every Saturday. If common sense prevailed then maybe they would get up and do all this on their own, but that would be too helpful says my friend karma.
As a kid my mother would always threaten us with the wooden spoon, especially when she was trying to get us to clean, I don't recall actually getting hit with it, but I remember it just being waved about in the air, by a frustrated mother wanting her children to obey! My threat is Dad. "Ill tell your Dad!!" "Do you want to sit with Dad instead??" I love how John just has to say something once and they are on the move, furiously doing what they've been told, no chat back, no stomping of feet, no "ohh but...." Shake my head you kids make me look bad. I'm always complaining about how you don't listen.
Funny how we were the same with our father, poor mum would ask and ask and then Dad walks in. oh jobs done. scared. haha.
After dragging their feet forever, jobs are half done, lounge and kitchen are clean, so it was shoes on, pack a bag and walk to the park. Love that we have a brand new Library just down the road, comes with a pool and a kids park right next door. I love walking with the kids, we can talk and laugh and I can stop being grumpy mummy. Taylor likes to play eye spy on the way there. She is a funny five year old. "I spy with my little eye something beginning with B". Of course noone gets is right. "B for Bath" she says."You know we're walking on the bath". I think she has been watching too much Laughing with Samoans.
Number one and two are conveniently missing, always making sure their Saturdays are consumed with their friends and better fun than I can offer. leaving me with 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7. No big girls to give me hand may have been a good indicator to stay home.
So the tv goes off at 9am, usually followed by the predicted moans and groans, how hard their life is and how mean their mother is. I love how we do the same thing every Saturday. If common sense prevailed then maybe they would get up and do all this on their own, but that would be too helpful says my friend karma.
As a kid my mother would always threaten us with the wooden spoon, especially when she was trying to get us to clean, I don't recall actually getting hit with it, but I remember it just being waved about in the air, by a frustrated mother wanting her children to obey! My threat is Dad. "Ill tell your Dad!!" "Do you want to sit with Dad instead??" I love how John just has to say something once and they are on the move, furiously doing what they've been told, no chat back, no stomping of feet, no "ohh but...." Shake my head you kids make me look bad. I'm always complaining about how you don't listen.
Funny how we were the same with our father, poor mum would ask and ask and then Dad walks in. oh jobs done. scared. haha.
After dragging their feet forever, jobs are half done, lounge and kitchen are clean, so it was shoes on, pack a bag and walk to the park. Love that we have a brand new Library just down the road, comes with a pool and a kids park right next door. I love walking with the kids, we can talk and laugh and I can stop being grumpy mummy. Taylor likes to play eye spy on the way there. She is a funny five year old. "I spy with my little eye something beginning with B". Of course noone gets is right. "B for Bath" she says."You know we're walking on the bath". I think she has been watching too much Laughing with Samoans.
Number one and two are conveniently missing, always making sure their Saturdays are consumed with their friends and better fun than I can offer. leaving me with 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7. No big girls to give me hand may have been a good indicator to stay home.
I figured a morning at the library and park should tire them out, but after getting dodgy looks from the librarian due my kids making tunnels out of the new circular seating they have, and the man trying to do some study throwing his hands up in the air, (he actually 'threw' his hands UP!!) I could see that today was going to be longer than usual. Outside to the park, we spend an hour playing, I spend most of the time apologising to other parents for my twins hogging the slide and Fellyn throwing bark at other kids, I saved a little girl who had climbed up the rope web thing and was stuck, just as she was about to fall off I caught her with one hand, funny we stared at each other for about 10 seconds afterwards before she started crying. bloody stress me out. tell your mum to come and watch you. lol.
HH finally arrives to rescue me from the overcrowded park. Plus I was feeling a bit under dressed with my shorts and tshirt. next week ill remember to wear my designer jeans and see through top. bleh.
Lunch and a harsh warning to the kids, this afternoon was going to be nice and quiet, you have books and cards, choice of any movie, draw, make a mess I don't care just keep it quiet. As I shut my door to have a rest, the volume of talking automatically rises. Its like a volume knob, my bedroom door, open it and they are quiet, start to close it and the volume increases. I try to ignore them, hoping they remember earlier instructions. yeah right. sometimes you just have to laugh, I would spend a fair part of my day angry if I didnt laugh at my kids. Just like the noisy bird that squawks in the morning (Australian birds drive me nuts) what starts as a quiet chirp soon turns into a full volume bleating. My kids seem to have the same tendencies to build their conversations up from nice quiet talking to full yelling and eventually someone crying.
I'm making a promise to my children, when they have moved out and have their own lives, I promise to turn up on Saturday mornings, to say their names over and over again till they answer the door. I promise to tell on John and all the mean things he does to me and how they have to fix it. I promise that I will be your Karma. Whatever, I will be in bed enjoying my Saturdays and you all will rock up with the grandkids. How do I know, because thats what I did to my Mum, and since Karma is making a nice appearance in my life, im learning to anticipate anything that I may have thrown at my parents. (BAR the teenage pregnancy, drug use and boyfriends) LOL.
HH finally arrives to rescue me from the overcrowded park. Plus I was feeling a bit under dressed with my shorts and tshirt. next week ill remember to wear my designer jeans and see through top. bleh.
Lunch and a harsh warning to the kids, this afternoon was going to be nice and quiet, you have books and cards, choice of any movie, draw, make a mess I don't care just keep it quiet. As I shut my door to have a rest, the volume of talking automatically rises. Its like a volume knob, my bedroom door, open it and they are quiet, start to close it and the volume increases. I try to ignore them, hoping they remember earlier instructions. yeah right. sometimes you just have to laugh, I would spend a fair part of my day angry if I didnt laugh at my kids. Just like the noisy bird that squawks in the morning (Australian birds drive me nuts) what starts as a quiet chirp soon turns into a full volume bleating. My kids seem to have the same tendencies to build their conversations up from nice quiet talking to full yelling and eventually someone crying.
I'm making a promise to my children, when they have moved out and have their own lives, I promise to turn up on Saturday mornings, to say their names over and over again till they answer the door. I promise to tell on John and all the mean things he does to me and how they have to fix it. I promise that I will be your Karma. Whatever, I will be in bed enjoying my Saturdays and you all will rock up with the grandkids. How do I know, because thats what I did to my Mum, and since Karma is making a nice appearance in my life, im learning to anticipate anything that I may have thrown at my parents. (BAR the teenage pregnancy, drug use and boyfriends) LOL.
