Life is a cabaret.....

Well Shannon had her mid year cabaret last night for her dancing group. The girls all had a great time, even if a couple lost their wigs or tap shoes on stage (or just stood there is fright). I am glad it is over as it is a lot of work leading up to it and dressing 4 ladies dressing 17 girls in around 20 mins (and numerous toilet breaks always when they were already dressed) was quite stressful. Especially when we discovered three of the girls got into the lipstick just as they were about to go on stage! Great new look!. Anyway here is some pics of the night. Thanks Jen and Vicki for coming.

WHAT THE HELL????

What the hell?? You are probably saying this to yourself right now, aren't you? (nod now). Why has she put a photo of a washing machine on her blog?? (throw hands up in the air). Yes I know. But this is not a mere washing machine. This is THE washing machine otherwise known as my lifesaver. You see I use the washing machine every day. Yes thats everyday of the year. And usually two to three times a day at that. But my other washing machine, the one that cost me an arm, leg and a bit of torso, the one that was four years old, the one that needed to be repaired every six months or so, the one that was an utter piece of (I have to be nice here) so I will put CRAP! is now on the scrap heap. Yes sireee. Harvey Normans one day sale, you know the one that I rushed out in the rain on Thursday night to go to, that they then decided to stretch to three days and extend it to Saturday, really had some great bargains. I could not go past a new washing machine, so in the space of 10 mins I had purchased this little beauty (power shopper-thats me) and even added in an extended warranty (after my other experience I deemed it a necessity). So now I am happy. See it doesn't take much. Well I must go now- I have a couple of loads of washing to do.

Rain Rain Go Away....

Nothing much to report today. James is still sick. He was vomiting when I walked in from scrapping Friday night. Finally got to bed around 3am. Better yesterday and today, but still unwell. This is a pic of my poor sick boy.

Today is a better day...

Well the last few days have been a bit better with child No 1's behaviour. Yes Jen I know she is only 5, but I am sure she has been possessed by a 13 year old over the last few days. She even has the eyeroll and the 'look' perfected. Isn't she gifted? It has given me an insight into what it will be like in 8 yrs time. I even, god forbid, channelled my mum over the weekend due to her behaviour. Crime- Slamming door. Time- 9pm. Time child put to bed - 7-30pm. Times child had been told to get back into bed - 12580-00 (give or take a few). She had been told to get back into bed for the 12581 time and she slammed the door -hard. Well I couldn't let that go so I stomped down the hallway (loudly - to inject more fear) and opened up her door and said the forbidden words-"IF ANYONE SLAMS A DOOR IN THIS HOUSE IT WILL BE ME!!" Well that was enough to send me over the edge. I quickly grabbed a scotch and coke, a huge piece of chocolate and went and sat under the bed covers-horrified. Another scotch and coke later and I was beginning to get over it. The chocolate helped too.

Anyway, moving right along, Sunday was much better. We went to Whiteman Park playground with the kids. Why do they have to put BLACK sand in the playgrounds? Is it to drive us crazy? Is there a shortage of white sand in Australia? Was it once white and all the children have made it black with their playing? Now I am just making excuses because obviously this playground was designed by a man who does not have to wash kids and clothes after playing. Anyway getting back...... The kids had a great time and tired themselves out running from play thing to play thing. Then we sat on the grass with our fruit (no icecreams because of behaviour night before - see I am a really mean mum) and listened to the brass band. It was a group of kids over from a school in Singapore on tour and they were really good. The kids danced and practised their cartwheels (as brass band music is inclined to make you do) for another hour or so. Then we packed up and went home. Both kids fell asleep and I managed to get some ironing done. That was until the iron caught on fire, but that is a story for another day!

A few photos of my angels (even the possessed one)