Friday, 26 October 2007

popsicles and dead rock stars

Today is a half-term holiday, and boy am I relieved. Having no pardon-my-french car is such a hassle, it was all I could do yesterday not to drive up there and pelt rocks at the pardon-my-french mechanics. Oh wait, I couldn't because I had no car. They are SO LUCKY.

Mikey has no school today either, so Sharon dropped him off here on her way to work this morning and he and my boys are cleaning Mum and Dad's van as we speak. We have been messing it up all week!

I said, "hey guys, don't forget to vacuum Pappy's van this morning. Oh, and there are popsicles in the freezer."

They took that to mean "help yourself to a popsicle and clean the van, while dripping sticky pineapple juice concentrate all over the seats."

I opened my mouth to say something, and then didn't. Because they are cleaning with such thoroughness and good cheer, even Mikey who, really, ought to be whining. I would! I mean, what is he, the hired help, didn't he come here to play, not work? I think he is angling to spend the night, which is totally fine by me! Any kid who will come over and start cheerfully vacuuming first thing in the morning is welcome.

After work, Sharon will come over with teenaged daughter Stephanie and her friend Hannah, and we will all have spaghetti with frozen meatballs and sauce from a can. Well okay, I will warm them up a bit. And a bottle of wine, because that's what friends are for!

"Better be merry with the fruitful grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, fruit."

(From: the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam)

Sharon usually comes over on a Tuesday evening, and we kick the kids out and collapse in a heap to discuss how on earth we are going to get through the rest of the week. We raid each others' bookshelves, and sometimes Sharon washes my dishes or folds my laundry because she is a way better housekeeper than I.

Tonight, we need to talk about Sharon's annual Halloween party because IT'S FUN! My boys are going as a dead rock band, did I already mention that? Apparently, they were all electrocuted in a freak stage accident.

Max's hair has not grown down to his waist, as he had planned. He ate his veggies, but it didn't help. However, with plenty of gel, I am sure we can come up with the perfect "electrocuted dead rock star" look.

I will let you know!

LATER EDITED:

My sister Ailis has just emailed to say, "does Sharon have to fold laundry just to clear somwhere to sit down?" Dang, I think they are on to me! Well, I have never claimed to be the best housewife in the world!

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