Sun, surf, cockroaches and ants
Trip Start Sep 16, 2011
290Trip End Nov 20, 2011
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We wake up, and get up. Good start. We have brekkie and chat about what we have to get done, and when we do it. So the plan is: menu planning, beach and grocery shopping this morning. Noah will work this afternoon whilst I have fun with Woody, take down the Christmas decorations, and do some cooking. In the evening: the plan is for me to catch up on emails, set up the direct debits on our utilities, and plan some manner weekly schedule and also plan when we are going to get tasks done off the to do list. At some non specified time in the day we also need to fix my computer (it is not accessing the internet. For blog enthusiasts – the same problem we had in San Diego. Grrr) Ambitious plans, you think? Quite.
So – let’s see how get on (and where it goes wrong...)
So, I plan the meals for the week, and write a shopping list
Woody is brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. We watch a bit of fireman Sam, and I paint his face so he wanders around being a tiger. He puts on an afro wig which transforms him into a lion. He puts on his tail and he is super happy. He is just so relaxed and chatting at the moment, it is just wonderful. Woody then decides we are explorers and we head out into the garden with magnifying glass. Elwood is interested and enthusiastic in everything. We ‘catch’ an ant and Elwood is thrilled that we ‘saved’ its life. I am not really sure what he is talking about, but I am charmed by his enthusiasm so I start to believe we saved the ant’s life too. It feels good to save an ants life when you’re hanging with a 3 year old.
So far, we are doing well.
I put dinner on, as Woody keeps telling me how hungry he is and his eyes are hanging out of his head with tiredness – it’s only just after 5pm. As I get a saucepan out of the cupboard and there is a dirty, great cockroach in it. This is not good. I try and drown it, and fail, so I call in Noah to be manly. He catches the cockroach in Elwood’s bug catcher (this meant we had to set the ‘rescued’ ant free). Elwood looks at the cockroach through his magnify glass and keeps inching backwards until he is no longer in the same room
I cannot relax after this. Noah tells me he saw a baby cockroach last night. Breeders. Yuk. He also tells me there were ants coming through the floor boards. In England I had remembered the glorious Queensland weather and beaches- crystal clear – but somehow I had forgotten the cockroaches, ants and flies. So I creep around flinching at a glimpse of my own foot. Cockroaches are not uncommon in this part of the world, so UK folks, please don’t think we have gone even more feral. In fact, quite the opposite is true. We have been quite house proud in this house and have been quite particular about keeping it lovely and neat, especially the kitchen.
So Noah goes out and buys everything he can that claims to do harm to cockroaches. Everything has big lightning bolt on the bottles – so Noah is sure it is going to be good. Noah liberally sprays everything, and lays down ‘traps’ and we both feel much better with that chemical, cockroach killing smell hanging in the air.
Woody tries to rush dinner on by telling me that he is hungry and needs to leave on a rescue soon as someone is stuck on the mountain (it sounds pretty serious, he says he is going to need the double harness?) – and he wants dinner before he goes. He says this with such seriousness; I am smirking just thinking about it now. As if to prove a point to me, he takes the air conditioning remote control out of his pocket and takes a phone call on it – from a nurse saying he better come quickly. So I stop faffing and give the kid his dinner so he can get on with his rescues.
Woody looks so tired, so has a quick shower, 3 stories and he is practically asleep before I leave the room
So, I think you would agree, so far the day is more or less on track.
So, what I should do now is email people and set up direct debits. But what I actually do is go through a stack of magazines Leonie gave me and rip out all the recipes I like and some interior design ideas. I know this is faffing, but I approach it with seriousness - so I can pretend to myself that I am doing something really important. I pretty much fool myself. I want to make a cookbook in 2012, so, you know, I consider this laying the foundations. (That is how I justify flicking through magazines.
We also rearrange some furniture. I can kid myself that we have done well with this, but this is really another stalling tactic.
So, emails and direct debits still left undone, I sit down to write the blog. I am watching the Shawshank Redemption and my heart is breaking. I am waiting for the bit where it is inspiring, but I am still at one of the many distressing parts.
So, it is 11.45pm the most important things on today’s list remain undone. But I plan to do a bit of the planning stuff post blog and the ambitious aim is to get up early tomorrow so I can get up to date on my to do list by 9am – where Noah will crack on with work. Would anyone like to place bets on where we get to by this time tomorrow?
Still feeling positive and proactive – I wish you good night and good dreams. x