Our day - in small managable bites.

Did the world start to end at your place at about 5:30 this afternoon? Yeah, sorry, that was my fault, I went to the toilet. The boys went psycho as soon as I sat down. Screaming, yelling, hitting, punching, I have no idea what else, because after a few seconds I tuned out figuring there was nothing I could do since I have no voice today and was otherwise indisposed. The little one did present himself in front of me to dob on his brother for something or other but in the process of dobbing he disclosed some of his own behavioural misadventures and once I called him on those he went back to take care of things himself... more screaming, yelling, hitting, punching... eventually I finished and went to sort them out but I wonder if I had stayed in there longer if it really would have brought about the end of the world? Things were going down hill fast around here that's for sure!

My voice came back tonight during the bed time dramatics. Much to the disappointment of my offspring. I think they thought they had a free pass tonight to go completely feral. As my voice deteriorated throughout the day so did their behaviour. I won't tell you what I coughed up tonight that got my voice back but it was wonderful to leave the bedroom in a coughing fit barely able to breathe and not able to talk and then walk back in with my stern voice in full form and lay down the law. The looks of shock on their faces was priceless. They probably think I was faking it all day but oh well.

Doing groceries this afternoon and Dragon decided to swap body parts with me. Somehow it came up that I had a very sore throat so my sweet little boy swapped necks with me so it wouldn't hurt anymore... Awwww.

I got some weird looks this afternoon at Coles when I started my shopping with one trolley and it kept wanting to go to the left and when I already have trouble steering because I have to stand further back than normal because of my belly I decided it would be easier to swap than endure the frustration now and the back ache later. I parked the trolley I had with the boys in it, ducked out, grabbed a new trolley with no visible damage, brought it in, swapped kids, handbag and a few grocery items over and put the dodgy one back. Is this really as strange as what those around me seemed to think? I have swapped trolleys before, do other people do that or is it just me? Shopping with kids is hard enough, no need to give myself a back ache with a wayward trolley too!

Lion has Kindy tomorrow. I am really hoping that his teacher is back from her course because I didn't like the relief teacher he had last Friday. I know he struggles when there is a relief teacher, he is just a bit unsure what is going on and although he has an outgoing personality he gets thrown by big things like a teacher change and then when the teacher appears to be singling him out (although I think she just didn't know his name and didn't want to admit it in front of me but it really upset me to be watching and there are better ways she could have handled it) he really doesn't take it well. Thankfully his two other regular helpers were there though and he likes them a lot. I don't know why one of them couldn't be the teacher for the day as this relief chick is usually a helper in one of the other classrooms then they could have pulled in someone else in a helper role so the kids had a more familiar face up-front.

I also need to talk to his kindy teacher tomorrow because children's church is getting up and running again and his group is the first group to "lead" one. Over-eager parents who were concerned about the lost opportunity of outreach to the non-christian families in the kindy have been roped in volunteered to help and I am rostered on to lead with his teacher! YAY! 1st Monday in July we are starting Children's Church again!

My 4 year old is better on my iPod than me and my new book couldn't help me. He set it to repeat so one song would just play over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over... well you get the picture. He couldn't tell me how to fix it though. His suggestion was that I need to go the the Y-R place and ask them "how to stop that song from J is for Jesus to not stop playing" I asked him what the Y-R place was and he gave me a detailed description of the building "it's a big building and it's not like a skyscraper but it's got a point on the top like a skyscraper" but that didn't help me so I asked how he knew they could "fix" my iPod... "well, your iPod has a spot for a plug doesn't it?"... okay so the Y-R place is just Lion's weird pronunciation of wire. I am assuming he means Dick Smith where we bought the iPod. I eventually gave up and just looked it up online and fixed it myself. I now no longer have to listen to a 3 line children's song repeating itself until I go insane if I want some tunes.

I made 6 litres of pea and ham soup today... YUM! The kids don't like it so they had the super nutritious option of spag-a-saurus and bread roll for dinner. It was their first foray into tinned spaghetti as far as I can remember and they think I'm a super fine chef and should make that for them again :(

I can't make pea and ham soup without thinking about shark attacks though... Uni prac will forever remain with me for that one thing... every winter as I make my soup I will remember prac.