I almost killed my kids yesterday. Not in a you-are-driving-me-crazy way.
We live in a dim, cool semi. I had no idea Sydney was having an outrageously unseasonable heatwave. So I crammed a backpack with leftover pizza and Oreos and took the kids and the dog on a looooooooong walk.
It was very picturesque …
But it was freaking exhausting and arduous. Well, getting there was OK – I’d promised them a secret park a few kilometres away – but getting home was a sweaty nightmare. Even spotting a tawny frogmouth on the nest didn’t make it sparkle enough (although tawny frogmouth babies are INSANELY cute, especially when they yawn).
We all felt like death afterwards, even after I hosed us down on the trampoline.
And then we went to see a band, because one of the members is Brendan Gallagher – formerly of Karma County – who played at my wedding. (That’s not why we went to see them, the reason is because he’s AWESOME.)
I’m a bit anal about being late, so I took the website’s indication that the band would start at 3pm literally. The support started at 4pm. The band – The Dead Marines – started around 5.15pm.
The kids were sooooooo over it by then. I was also a little broke from jollying them along with prawn dumplings, chicken fingers, ice-cream, lemonade …
Mummy also had a few helpers (those weird yellow cubes are polenta chips) …
And now the kids are gone. I had a mini weep when I closed the front door last night, after Husband lavished them with Bali souvenirs before taking them to his place.
I farking hate this separated family business.
Song of the day: Snow Patrol “Make this go on forever” (the clip being an X-Files tribute is a completely freaky, delicious co-incidence)