Take a breath Farmers Wifey

Could my life get much busier? I could always get a full time job and then I'd be completely screwed.

I thought I'd bring you my "two weeks of hell on a stick that I should be enjoying" or "stuff that makes me drink too much wine" just to prove how busy I am.

I'll post in point form and remember people - some on this list I have done, some I have yet to do, and some I have done three times.

I'll date it from last Wed to next Wed which should be two weeks, which sounds like it's only one week but it's really two if you read the fine print...

football training

blogging

play practice for Miss D's musical

dress rehearsal for Miss D's musical

3 kids dental appointment

last game of football for Mr C

football presentation

apply, remove and apply nail polish to both daughters nails

embarass Miss D (aged 9) on numerous occasions by actually doing nothing

drink wine on the deck of The Money Pit with The Hubbster watching the sunset

threaten Miss D if she doesn't put her hat on at the football presentation, I will stand next to her at the jumping castle (see above re embarrass)

have sex with The Hubbster

chase dressmaker re Miss D's new dance costume

run around at the last minute to buy a present for a kids birthday party

break up numerous fights between the kids involving blocks, barbies and basketball

second visit back to the dentist for one kid to have 2 small fillings (oh the horror)

attend Miss D's school musical

refuse to pay $50.00 for a flimsy, fluffy hair and makeup box for the Eisteddfod, and instead buy a $20.00 fishing tackle box that is perfect, and pat myself on the back for thinking outside the square

go to a kids birthday party

treatment on Miss D's bum length hair so I can actually get a comb through it

take Mr C to Auskick

realise he's obsessed with football

kid wrangle 3 kids while sorting out dance costumes at the dance shop

have sex with The Hubbster as we forgot before

attend one kids' school Environmental Display

carry a dead chicken up the back of the property and throw it onto an ant hill

have a mammogram

walk the boundary of the property with The Hubbster in the middle of the day (for exercise (torture)) and sweat my arse off

sew straps on two dance leotards

play Barbies on the floor with the girls and sulk when I have to be the maid (reflection of daily life perhaps?)

sew snowflakes on organza

get my period

remove lightening bolts from lycra leggings *sigh*

go to work

threaten the chooks with the axe if they don't start laying

find one egg the next day

finally return overdue dvds and paid the big fine of $2.60

realise that's a better amount than my last overdue fine of $154 (clerical error)

coordinate 10 different dance costumes

coordinate 10 different lots of accessories including hair stuff, shoes, stockings, makeup, arm bands and hair ribbons

coordinate 3 noisy kids while coordinating the above

try not to stress at the Eisteddfod during the 10 performances Miss D will be dancing in..........

hug, kiss and tell my kids how much I love them every day.....

Decisions decisions

What is it with snooty jewellery store salesgirls. I was anniversary gift hunting today for me (our 10 year wedding anniversary is fast approaching, yippee jewellery time) and ventured into one local jewellery store. The two assistants there were each double my height and twice as young as me (well not quite double my height but really ridiculously tall), and had an air about them that spelled S T U C K U P.

One girl served me and I kinda got the feeling that I was wasting her time, that she would have much preferred to be somewhere else, like on a yacht somewhere exotic. (Well actually that could have been me preferring to be somewhere else).

So I looked at a few things that I would like the hubbster to buy me. I can't decide between:-

Of course these pics are not exact but you get what I mean. I saw this gorgeous rose gold bangle which I am leaning towards. It's a good price for solid gold but in some ways still expensive as it's so small and useless, according to the hubbster who can't for the life of him understand my penchants for gold jewellery, but who still won't give me his wedding ring to wear on my thumb (he doesn't wear it as it's not safe for him to do so at work) - but he doesn't wear it at home either so GIVE IT TO ME.

I ended up with some catalogues and not much else and left the dreamy dolls behind the counter and walked across to the other shop where a friend works and she is as down to earth as you can get, and I didn't want to go sailing after all.