Go Climb A Cactus

I saw this image on Haus of Hinton's IG feed. 

Ever have one of those days? Gosh. I totally need this t-shirt. It's got my name written all over it. I've adopted this now - if someone annoys me, I'm going to tell them to 'go climb a cactus'. It says so much without saying too much, if you catch my drift?

What do you do to shake a bad day? 

 

When Shit Turns To Poo. Or Is It When Poo Turns To Shit?

Either way, it's been a really crummy day.

What do you do when the chips are down?

Me? I drink a bottle of wine with my husband. You, dear reader, what the heck do you do???

image via Seat Savers (pop one on your seat and no one will sit there! GENIUS!)

When The Chips Are Down

I'd like to just fast-forward straight to the weekend if I may. I'm sure no one would protest?

This is one of those weeks when Mamas should be paid danger money (for all the stinky nap-naps, snotty noses, late nights, co-sleeping with legs askew and just plain gross things we have to do). I'm sick of this week and am saying so long suckaz to it.

If I had to come up with a highlight I'd be totes scraping the barrel at saying I've really enjoyed the discount on Lindt chocolate at my local IGA ($2.99 a block -yeeehaaaw!). I mean, if that's the best this week has to offer, then something's definitely wrong.

So in a bid to oust the sickness, boring-ness, and just plain fuddiness, the Doctor, Tiny and I visited the nursery to bring a little green into our grey-ness.

I've been blatantly snaffling cuttings of neighbour's geraniums (a la Cath at Chunky Chooky). I know geraniums are not for everyone, but when I think of Paris, I think of looking up at those high apartments with the flower pots in the windows, with colour oozing out. And that's what I want in our home. Except we're not in Paris. And we're not living in an apartment.

So I've doused the stems in hormone powder and bunged them in a pot. This is a no-brainer. A confidence builder.

The Doctor and I also bought some cherry tomatoes. My Mum told me that they were pretty simple to grow, so we're having a go at those too. And some basil. Anyone for some bruschetta in a few months?

Don't Say Anything At All

Remember that age-old, if you've got nothing nice to say, then don't say anything at all?

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'nuff said. I think I'm going into hibernation. July just got uglier. I think it might even be hideous. Full of disappointment and heart ache.

Is My Blog A Fantasy Life?

You know, I have really been pondering this. Ever get the feeling after clicking away from reading your favourite blogs - jeepers creepers - my day is a cesspit in comparison. My house is in a constant state of disarray, I can't be bothered to think what's for dinner tonight - so it's mufti meals again, I am in a hideous mood because I've been dealing with two sick kids and no decent amount of sleep. No wonder sleep deprivation is used as torture. I'm not talking fantasy land as in - Oh yeah I think I am Harry Potter - kazaam!

You want to know what's really happening in my life? Not that things are bad. They're just a tad boring. This is us:

- We rushed off to swimming this morning with sick baby in tow. It's winter. It's cold. Swimming at the moment is a drag and the teacher reminds me of Miss Trunchbowl .

- I need a sleep.

- I am uninspired in the kitchen of late. I am sick of cooking.

- I need a sleep.

- I am even sick of washing clothes. I used to love washing, but now, it's four people's worth - it's not fun anymore.

- I need a sleep.

- I need to turn the notch up to ten on the fun-o-meter, but I think the switch is broken.

- I need a sleep.

- I even don't want to vaccuum. There is definitely something wrong when I don't want to vaccuum. I would happily vaccuum every day. Not today. No. No. No.

- I need a sleep.

- I feel like I am under house arrest because of the two sick babes. Boo hoo!

- I can't krump like the dancers on So You Think You Can Dance. What's wrong with me Nigel Lythgoe? I try. Oh yes, I do try, but I just ain't got that swing.

- Did I mention I need a sleep?

So what to do when the chips are down (and I need a sleep)? I'll blog about some vintage finds I re-discovered lurking in amidst my mess this morning.

Like these two pieces of delicious fabrics.

Now take that crummy days - KAZAAAAM! - and be gone!