Where's Oz?

The lurgy that turned out to be a real bastard. Oz has been ordered to lie down until she can get up again without turning a funny colour, passing out and generally making the place look untidy.

What it is......

Commitment is...waking up early on a cold, wet Saturday morning and driving two children to soccer games at two locations, 10 kilometres apart, one starting half an hour after the other.

Dedication is... dropping child number two off at location number one, then dropping child number one off at location number two and then returning to location number one to stand in pouring rain and freezing wind with an umbrella that only succeeds in turning inside out and cheering on child number two making her debut on the soccer field, then driving back to location number two, with child number two who is wet,muddy, shivering and yet very happy, to watch child number one play out the last half of his game as the rain continues to fall and the wind blows.

Indulgence is....the extra-large latte you pick up between location number one and two which keeps your hands warm.

Regret is.....standing there thinking to yourself that no matter how daggy it may look, waterproof gear is an essential that you, as soccer mom, really should invest in.

Envy is.... noting that the soccer mom standing next to you is wearing the cutest pair of pink gumboots keeping her tootsies nice and dry whilst your own shoes are soaking up the moisture like sponges. It is also realising that she is petite and therefore looks cute in gumboots, whereas you'd just look like an enormous idiot wearing kid's shoes.

Compensation is....having an excellent heater in the car which partially dries you out in between locations.

Love is... finally returning home after three and a half hours of standing in wind and rain and cooking them their favourite brunch whilst they use all the hot water.

Discipline is... not eating any of the crispy bacon because you're determined to lose weight.

Madness is... realising that you're doing it all over again next Saturday morning, only then the locations will be double the distance apart.


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Bloody Cat Tales

Bloody Cat kept waking me up last night. Bloody Cat sleeps all day while we're out so, as far as Bloody Cat is concerned, night time is partay time. First, it was leaping on and off the bed and racing up and down the hallway, skidding into the wall at either end. We have wooden floors and Bloody Cat is not light on its feet.
Then it was playing with my hair and/or pouncing on my feet when they moved under the covers. I was so tired that I just kept shoving it (the cat) out of the way and stuck my head under my pillow. Finally, I woke up because Bloody Cat was on the bedside table making noise that I've heard it making numerous times before on other nights but have never woken up fully enough to investigate - until this morning, when I sat up and found Bloody Cat..... happily drinking from my water glass, which I have a habit of draining when I first wake up in the morning. Blech.

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I'm still lurgied. If mucous was a resource of any value, I'd be a wealthy woman. Turns out to be not just a cold, but a flu-like cold with "benefits" in the form of gut wrenching ... well, gut wrenches. Wanna hear more? No?

I really should have taken some time off work - I did have Wednesday off but spent the whole day wresting with the laundry, dealing with snotty kids and for some inexplicable reason, completely overhauling my closet. Not a great aid to rest and/or recovery.

I worked overtime yesterday because I think I may have been delusional with fever when they asked me to, so last night I fell into bed as soon as I got home (snotty kids with the dad) and everything after that is a bit hazy, including this morning, which would probably explain how I found myself near my office, ordering my coffee and discovering that whilst coordinating my bag to my outfit, I hadn't remembered to put certain items, such as my wallet, my phone or my security pass into it.

Bastards didn't give me my coffee either, despite the fact that I've sunk a few hundred bucks into their establishment by now. They can kiss my big fat ass as I find a new coffee spot.

So anyway, I'm hoping that my wallet turns up in the pocket of the coat I was wearing yesterday..... otherwise it's in the back of the stinky cab I caught home last night....