The kids are in the bath playing an involved game of George Shrinks meets Batfink and the Care Bears when Declan stops playing.
"mummy, when Ruby is a grown up, will she get those...those..." he waves his hands over his chest, "those things?"
"Breasts?" I prompt.
"Oh, yeah, will she get big breasts?"
"Yes, she will." I say. (Oh my god!!! How can my beautiful baby girl grow up and get breasts!?!)
"Hmmm." Declan ponders. "And will she get all that furry stuff under her penis?"
"Not a penis Dexie!" Simon says grandly. "Girls don't have them, they have testicles."
It's good to see my lessons on the basic facts of life sink in, isn't it?
Oh i am tired. Brett is marking HSC papers for the next 2 weeks or so and he doesn't get home until 10.30pm each week day. He goes to work at 7am, works a normal day then drives into Sydney where he marks from 4pm till 9m and then drives home. It's a real killer but good money. So of course I wait up for him, but going to bed at 11pm is very late for me. He tells me not to wait, but that would be a bit slack, lol. Anyway tonight Bianca came over to kind the kids while I was at the physio and then she stayed for dinner so that was nice. I made meatballs with cous cous. Once the kids were in bed we sat at the table with our cuppas and read through the Kmart and Big W catalogues. What the hell happened to my life? And the scariest thing is that that's a really fun evening for me, lmao.
I have finally handed over the job of Day Leader for Playgroup to someone else. About bloody time, i was so sick of it. Now I need to get someone to take on the role of coordinator, which i also do, and I'm free! I need to organise a date for the AGM, which has to be before the 15th November. *sigh* god I'm sick of organising things, no one else ever puts any bloody effort into it.
I wonder if there is anything good on telly? The tv guide has mysteriously disappeared and I can't find it anywhere. That really gives me the pip.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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