I got up at 7.30am and took John up to his house to let Marley the mad dog out. It was a lovely yellow sunrise and I was glad to see it as by 8.30am it had clouded over.
It was a bit stressful, making pancakes to ensure there was extra food to keep the kids going while I was at work, but I headed off thinking they were sorted. Midway through cleaning a manky unit which had droopy teenagers 'hanging out' in it, I got a call from Meg trying to sort Finn, John and Thomas (who had turned up a day early to go to the cinema), who had decided to go out for lunch before going to the cinema, and who didn't all have enough money and who were looking to Meg to help them out, and she whom had spent her money on the snowboarding was not in the mood for demanding boys and was driven to calling them a bad name down the phone to me, at which she got a row and hung up on me. As I am on a very strict time challenge for servicing units and was being challenged by the ridiculous mess of teenagers who were watching snowboarding dvd's while I put their rubbish out and suffering from not being in a position to tell them to get off their lazy back sides and put their own rubbish out, I did not have time to phone back or answer the txt she sent which I was hoping was an apology. It dawned on me that mothers are no longer able to be chalet girls, as we have evovled to a different level - or should have, but I suppose some mothers still are chalet girls in the eyes of their children. Every messy bed had an attached laptop, ipod and mobile phone - these were priviliged children, and it was not my privilege to serve them. I have no problem with the cleaning, but loathed the audience and the lack of any effort on their part.
I did, however, come home to a clean house, courtesy of my daughter who was clearly making a non-verbal apology (the txt just said "they've gone".) Spook came home in time for coffee and left-over Jumping Tangent chocolate cake, after which I went and let Mad Marley out for an enthusiastic loup about. The boys came home and played with the rugby ball before tea and we all had cheesy beans on toast with a portion of brocoli. Thomas couldn't quite manage not to mention the lovely curry, with starters that his father was cooking tonight, but I said they couldn't have the cinema AND a curry. They agreed that they would rather have the cinema if it was a choice.
Spook is a littel detuned after his big night out, but had a great weekend. The photo's are of his road trip, Dunedin, Pete on his bike and The Black Forest. (not in that order)
grateful for:
Finn's social life coming together naturally
Meg's capacity for apology
Spook home safe and sound from being in the Capital of Otago, wearing a Southland shirt, when Otago lost.
A sunrise to make the heart swell.
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