Thursday, 30 April 2009

Going Great Guns


According to the Doctor, I am going great guns on the scarf. His scarf. That I am only just casting on. I've only cast on 10 stitches, yet, I am going great guns. How's that for your own personal cheer squad? Pretty damn good. Perhaps I should make him some pom-poms that he can use in his cheers. I wouldn't say no.

Can you imagine doing the mundane jobs? Hanging the washing out? Supermarket shopping? Trying to find a park? With your own personal cheers squad all of this becomes interesting. Exciting. I could even start wearing my hair in pigtails and wear a short flippy skirt. On second thoughts, I know about my moon tan, let's scrap the short skirt.

I know you've been wondering what I've been up to. Racking your brains you have been. Twiddling your thumbs. Doodling on notepads (pottymouthmama, potty. mouth. mama. pottymouthmaaaaama). Don't worry. I'm just psychic like that.

Well here's the big news. So listen up. I have been incredibly busy. So incredibly busy. So incredibly important. Doing nothing. Yep. That's right. Nothing that I think anyone would be interested in. Not even my husband. Not even me. That's right. Things at home have been booooo-ring. Well I could tell you the trivial things. Clothes washing. Cleaning the kitchen. Playdough-ing. Clearing the floors. Mopping the floors. Oh my life. It's oh-so-glamorous (please imagine me reclining on the couch, hand to brow in a silk-satin dressing gown, hair in rollers, false eyelashes and some spectacularly stupidly high stilettos to totter around the house in. Truth is, old t-shirt, pyjama pants and high - oh-how-I-love-them ugg boots). Did I mention my nails are splitting from all the washing up?

Oh Groundhog Day. Release me. Release me. Send me something exciting. The highlight of my day lately is Masterchef. Is there something wrong with me? I may need to start singing Gershwin (out of tune of course).

Another highlight, walking to the park. To the shops. To anywhere. It's so great to be outside in this chilly-billy weather. Winter, you're early, but oh how I adore you.

7 comments:

Home Girl said...

you sure have a talent for making the mundane v funny. love your work

Monique said...

I love how our children see no wrong in what we do. A "good job mummy" is sometimes all the lift we need to get us through another household chore. Trains are on on Sunday if you are looking for something cheap and fun to do to break up your weekend.

Tania said...

Well, I found the (oh-so-familiar) groundhog-ed-ness of your day hilariously and therapeutically entertaining! (possibly because it's been a dooooooozy of a day).

Little Min said...

Thanks for that funny spin on a domestic day. I'll think of it next time I'm wondering what happened to my beautiful life (bc). x

chunkychooky (Cath) said...

You ALWAYS crack me up, but I do like to picture you with those fluffy feathery things on your stilletos...

A said...

Oh, us too!! Being a mummy can be a tough gig sometimes. Thank goodness for little ones who say, 'You're so pretty mummy.' : )

Nikki said...

I hear ya, sista!