Venus and Mars

My New Year’s Eve went something like this …

Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs’ breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six-pack of beer for New Year’s Eve party; bought chooks 25kg bag of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25kg bag of scratch mix; washed and hung out two loads of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit for chooks; assembled wraps for Husband and Sprogs for lunch; baked banana bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn’t like banana bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; killed lots of mozzies; threw out old magazines and newspapers; put crap away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit out of chook house; sorted three baskets of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket for forgotten essentials: toilet paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot of caffeine before The Great Famine of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs’ hair and painted Sprog 2’s toenails rainbow colours for New Year’s Eve party; copped grief from Husband for painting Sprog 2’s toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year’s Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third glass of French champagne after being reminded of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year’s Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50pm.  

Husband’s New Year’s Eve went something like this …

Made craft turtles with Sprogs; played badminton with Sprogs, assembled worm farm with Sprogs; dug up backyard looking for worms with Sprogs; filled worm farm using cutlery and plastic bowls from kitchen; left back door open 50 times; left front door open 20 times; played badminton with Sprogs; played Battleship with Sprog 1; had a cup of tea; played Battleship with Sprog 1 again; played a little more badminton; ducked upstairs for nap; went to New Year’s Eve party; drank lots of beer; crashed in bed at 11.50pm after hoovering up contents of fridge.*

Today will go something like this …

Lie on couch watching back-to-back installments of Lord of the Rings with the Sprogs (until we get to the really violent ones). Hope it takes my mind off how hungry I am.

NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS: No sugar, no carbs, no caffeine, no alcohol Monday to Thursday (exception made if out or entertaining). Fortunately today is Sunday.   

TONIGHT’S MENU: Sticky lemon chicken from a Gordon Ramsay recipe book I got for Christmas. Will share details if tasty.

* Some tasks performed by Husband yesterday, such as grinding shell grit, packing dishwasher after dinner and raking out chook enclosure may have been omitted because they got in the way of a good story.

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