Who wants to hear about my day...

Thank you Nurse Nyngan for your very flattering and encouraging comments that I should blog more often. I do tend to stick to kid's news, but perhaps I can tell you about my hellishday in Dubbo, it will at least make you all feel like you are not alone if you have had a disasterous day of late.

On Monday I headed off to Dubbo with all three kids in tow, and more jobs than I could realistically achieve without the kids let alone with them. Trevor is too busy of late with the increasing pressures of the drought to leave any with him. I got to Dubbo early and started achieving most of the jobs fairly quickly, by late morning we parked in the back of Myer and walked in and there is Santa, all alone, so I think "let's do Santa photos, what a great idea". The kids behave, the photos are nice, but no, the 17 year old chiccie thinks she can do better. I say "actually, I like the second one". She says "Well lets just do a few more". Why do they get these girls that aren't parents (or photographers for that matter) who don't understand that we aren't striving for perfection. We just want one where all 3 kids are looking and that she should just snap as fast as she can to achieve that. Anyhoo the kids are no longer co-operating, the second lot of photos are shite, and I say "Actually I still like the second one". And she says "Oh, but I deleted that one". F____CK!!!!!!

Then we headed to the optometrist where the boys were having first check-ups before starting school. SO in we go and they are running 25 minutes late, so we have lunch at the cafe next door. Finally we go in and the boys are very, very good. Prue however, manages to do three FOUL runny poos in about 10 minutes, so I have to excuse myself to change each one and manage to miss the whole of Hamish's eye assessment. The room we are in stinks, the room he sends me to to change her stinks, the hallway stinks, the whole of the lovely, swanky Burgun and Brennan Optometrist's stinks, and I am truly embarrassed and find myself apologising to everyone I meet on the way out. On a good note, the boys both have great vision.

So, feeling adventurous I head to Myer to find myself some swimmers and perhaps a denim skirt. Prue proceeds to lose it COMPLETELY, running around, screaming, throwing clothes off racks onto the floor and hiding from me. I am embarrassed, again, and also completely pissed off that she always manages to do this when I am trying to do something for myself. So I leave the shop without having tried on a single thing. We do a couple more things and it is definitely time to get Prue in the car for a sleep. So we drive to LA wardrobes to get quotes . Prue does indeed fall asleep, but I am having a mental block and can't find the place. I go to ring, no mobile phone. Trevor has it with him at the Gulgong farm as his is broken. SO I drive around to find a phone box, when I find one, I then need to find a parking spot close enough to it to leave the car running with the kids in the car and the AC on so Prue can have more much needed sleep. This requires a bit of driving around, and finally a hike to the pay phone, which, when I get to it.... IS BROKEN!!!!!!!!

Finally we get quotes, do more jobs and have early tea at Macdonald's and come home. I stop in at White's and when I come out ....the car won't start. Remember I have no phone, husband still in Gulgong. Luckily for me Whitey is a bit handy, fixes whatever was wrong with the car (a mystery as it now goes) and we keep driving home. As we near our place there are cattle on the road, bugger. SO I open the gate and proceed into the scrub to push them back up to the gate. Lo and behold every single one of them jumps the fence back in, which is good, except I am now offroad amongst a tangle of old fencing wire, and manage to get it wrapped around one wheel and the axel. I got out of the car, and as I was wearing a white shirt, I took it off (I have so few clothes atm as I have lost a bit of weight but not bought heaps yet), warn the boys to look out for cars (as I am shirtless and we are just off the verge of the highway), and lie under the car in my bra and 3/4 pants, in the red dirt, right near the scary exhaust (I am afraid to turn the car off in case it won't start again). After about 15 minutes I manage without wire cutters to get it all loose, and off we go. It was either that or walk with the kids 4km's up the driveway at 8pm so I am proud of myself for getting it off. We finally collapse inside and the kids suddenly freak out. The world's biggest huntsman spider, the one Trevor thinks he killed the day before when the kids freaked out, is now roaming the lounge room wall again, this time with only 6 legs. SO, very calmly (on the outside), I take to it with a broom, and it jumps down and goes under my treadmill, so guess who won't be excercising this week! After all that I have a shower to get the red dirt off me, I put on the only purchase for myself that day, a Big W nighty, to find that it is about 2 sizes too big because I have lost weight, and also didn't notice that it was clipped back on either side.......

There is my ramble, Sarah won't remind me to post again! But it has been very therepeutic, thank you if you have read it all!