Soon it was time to supervise Tall girls homework (which is blatantly just teaching her how to pass her coming SAT's exams, rather than anything useful.......rant, rant). Then read a book with Small Sprog (who avoided his homework only because I still felt a little 'queasy' from yesterday!). I polished the window sill in the kitchen (while supervising homework and trying to ignore the waves of nausea) The window sill is tiled, I've cleaned it before (obviously) but polish was a bit of a mistake. When I put the plants back on the sill they all started to slip slowly forwards, dangerously teetering on the edge! That gave me something else to think about, I'm not that good at juggling! Then there was the job of cajoling Small Sprog into the shower. I left him in there with instructions to use soap, while I took the washing down stairs and out to the garage. No sooner had I put the washing in the machine than he appeared, draped in his towel, just shouting gleefully at full voice in the garden 'Mummy, mummy!'
'Why are you out here without your clothes?' I asked. He just chuckled and ran off!! At least he had his towel, I thought.
Next it was Tall Girls turn. We had the dubious and long winded job of de-lousing her head. My God she's 11. She went right through playschool, reception and infants and has made it all the way through to her final year in Juniors before she caught them. The little ones are usually the ones who get nits. She used to keep away (very sensibly) from all the people she though might have them. And now, here we are fighting what seems like a loosing battle to free her from the little buggers! (are you itching your head?...you are aren't you, just go and check, I'll wait......catch any? No? I'll go on then) Tall Girl has long hair. It is half way down her back, even longer than mine now, and she has lots of it. It takes what feels like hours to comb it all through. I feel a bit like a mummy monkey and doubtless look like one too, picking over her scalp, noting 'Oh look there's a big one!' While she says 'Can I have a look' and I retort that if we examine all of them we'll be here all day. I mean what does she want to do, name them all before drowning them?! Hopefully we've got most of them or at least maimed them so they can't reproduce. She's on camp (HEIL!!) next weekend, so we'll have to try to exterminate them all before she goes!
We did manage lunch in the garden before the rain came and I did start to feel a little more human. I think it was the two glasses of my mothers home made liqueur on top of all the rest that 'did me in' yesterday!
Anyway I was having a chat over at BS5 last night and he asked if I had any faults! He had already admitted his. I thought I was in no position to answer this honestly unless I did some research! So today, while we were sitting in the garden, I asked Husband what he thought they were.
BS5 restricted himself to 3 so here are my 3 (possibly among many!) faults.
1. I like being right! Well doesn't everyone? (In my defense I think I am misunderstood because what I like most is a good debate. However this doesn't mean that I will change my mind. I do like to think I can see other peoples point of view though, even if I don't adopt it.)
2. I clean the kitchen too much, verging on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder!!(No one else cleans it so what is a woman to do?!)
3. I have absolutely NO competitive spirit!! (which apparently is annoying!!)
So what are your 3?
The picture is of a flee, drawn by Small Sprog for a project he did last year. Quite realistic don't you think (and fairly appropriate at the moment)?!
