After the excitement of rock stars buying me pink wine and dreams of flashing dancefloors swirling in my head, Tuesday was pretty quiet.
Well, it was the HouseGoesHome version of quiet, with the eldest taking up pole dancing and the youngest threatening to play rugby league.
I didn’t see either of those things in my crystal ball, did you?
DD has returned from a two-day conference in the Blue Mountains and I’ve been chained to my desk, tapping away from 8am to 10pm, with short breaks to collect the youngest from skipping and make quail and bacon fried rice for dinner.
I am so bloody addled, something has to give.
I just can’t decide what that something should be. I suspect it will need to be one of the things I enjoy.
I don’t want it to be one of the things I enjoy, but the current malarkey is unsustainable.
While I wrestle with that dilemma, there are adventures to be shoe-horned into my schedule. I can only work until 3.30pm today because I’m off to Parliament House. I’ll explain tomorrow, stand by for a blog post filled with happy snaps.
PS I think it’s a sign that my celebrity days are truly behind me that I haven’t blogged about THAT Will Smith incident at the Oscars. Or maybe it’s just that I don’t know what to say other than WHOA. Actually, it’s still in my blood because the news Alec Baldwin and his wife Hilaria are doing a Perrottet and having a seventh child also made me go WHOA.
Song of the day: The Village People “Can’t stop the music”