MOB Blog – for Mothers of Boys
Hello all, sorry it’s been way too long since I’ve written but life got in the way and the next time I looked up, a year had almost passed…Anyhoo, we’re a quarter of the way through Year 12, we’re on the home stretch and it seems like a good idea to take stock of where we’re at, and how we’re surviving.
- It is excellent for weight loss. Not sure if that’s due to the nausea just before, during and after the learner driving adventure, or the related stress levels? I’m struggling to even keep down that first wine afterwards…
Those were the words my poor, simple husband did not have the good sense to keep to himself when we were recently “discussing” my workload and a more even distribution of the household chores. Admittedly, it was more me “discussing” loudly and him standing there with that glazed-over look they get in the eyes. And the worse thing is, that even though he had clearly tuned out, if I had challenged him to repeat what I just said (yes I do like to try that old one occasionally) he probably would have got it right because it’s the same old “discussion” we seem to have on a regular basis. Yes, I’m even starting to bore myself with it.
When I first sat down to write this post I was in a particularly bad mood. I then proceeded to write a tirade on all the things that shit me to tears. When that was done I realised I had wasted more than an hour breaking my number one 2014 resolution – DON’T WASTE TIME ON THINGS THAT DON’T MATTER!!! So into the bin it went and I started thinking instead about all the things that do matter.
You can never, ever shop too many times when you have teenage boys in the house.
You will never have enough food in the house, even if you have shopped within the last two hours.
And still on the food theme, no matter how much you bake, it will be gone within a few hours.
The mossy family headed off on a weekend away recently – okay, so not exactly a holiday since there was a surf carnival involved, because we couldn’t possibly go a weekend without some sport Anyhows, I asked the mossy men (two juniors, one senior) to pack their clothes before they went to school on Friday. Simple enough request, surely?
So on Sunday we found ourselves at a touch football tournament for Mr 15. I should preface this with the fact that Mr 15 has absolutely no interest in touch but had given in after being badgered at school. Last week it rained solidly so hopes were high that it would be cancelled anyway and I sprung out of bed at 6.00 on Sunday to confirm the good news. But NO…it was still on. Unbelievable.
We had two hours…One pair of pyjamas to buy… How hard could it be?