Schmick????

This is the lovely silky oak tree in our yard. It looks really good from this side; Energy Australia has bonsai-ed the other side in the name of safety. Bah-humbug I say. It is a very old and well-inhabited tree, always full of birds. I have tried to take close-ups of the very divine flowers, but they just don't seem to do it justice. It is an absolute arbor of gold, and glows more each day.

Today, I don't feel schmick (is that ok usage Laihnabeth?).

As Dave Hughes says, I am angry.

A torrent of raging hormones and sick of the inadequacies of others.

Inadequacies that I would normally suffer in indifference, but today, I just don't want to.

It probably started yesterday, and peaked this morning.

Yesterday; Sunday

Gorgeous Girl was extremely rude to me at a function in front of people, not once, but a number of times. I was not impressed at all; the things that I do are not always about her; but again, I realise now, the timing was not good.

Then after putting a load of groceries through the checkouts at Woolworths, I discovered that I had misplaced my card, and no other accounts had enough funds to pay for the purchase. So back went the food. I never carry much cash. The last time I used it was at the service station at East Maitland, after Beloved and I made an early morning journey to Amart at Glendale to buy an exercise bike that he had seen on the TV special. He's not happy with his verandah that has developed thanks to his sedentary job and lack of will power when it comes to Croft's pies and dislike of yummy fruit and vegetables. After parting with $174.50, I told him "Merry Christmas", but of course, there will be motorcycle accessories that will be needed before then....oh, and he says that it's "ours"....so I am without my card.....and no money in the other accounts.....I will have to ring the bank and cancel the card in case sombody spends the vast $100 that's available....plurgh........I'm so glad Anchell let's me borrow that word....As soon as I walked through the door with my very meagre 2 bags of groceries, noodle-munching-Vegeboy asked what was I going to cook him for tea......it was already almost 7.30 by this time......my blood started to boil......Easy tea underway.....soldier on....2min noodles, poached eggs, toast, Velish, toast....I am the Margaret Fulton of packet cooking........blue, blue, blue.....

The ARIA's were good though...lots of fab Aussie talent out there. I don't know why we need no-talent Americans like Jessie McCartney and Johnny Knoxville (no matter how hot he is perceived to be by hormonal teenstrange girls)

Today, Monday... BLACK

Poor Scorpa-Boy weathered the initial storm, telling me that I was yelling at him because he was the only one around. True, but also because he had the arrogance to be amazed that he had no school clothes to wear. He didn't put any out to be washed (ridiculous of me to expect this I know, when the dirty clothes baskets are located in the bathroom) and I had done an around-the-bedrooms check on Saturday afternoon, and washed, again and again, but did not take all the clothes off the line, most likely in an act of rebellion on my part, as I had spent most of my weekend in the car, when other residents were at home. They were still on the line, and damp this morning. School shirts were still in the washing machine, as no-one had bothered to hang them out either (how could I place them in this dilemma? Bad Mummy..). He wanted me to put one in the dryer (hello; no rain here, solar-powered drying only). Knowing full well that there was a clean shirt hanging on a clothing rail on the carport, I entreated him to look there for a shirt. He looked there, then went back into his room for another look there, relented and wore that one; when will they ever learn to have a MUM-LOOK!!! He had to be driven to the bus stop, as all this had taken sooo long after he spent the first half hour of is alloted 45mins of readying time rolled up in a sleeping bag on the lounge...All of this would not have been a problem, if only he had, as he has been asked almost every night since he was 5, to get his school things ready for the next day..to save rushing around and excesses of tension.......but maybeI would have found something else to yell about...little male always has to have the last word.. as do I, he informs me..more insights into my family....

Vege-Boy, who had been very quietly getting himself ready for school, shyly handed me a bundle of notes from school while I was hanging washing on the line; "Here, Mum. Here's some notes for you."... P & C minutes, something official looking in a envelope.... and an orange note.... For those of you who aren't privy to this sort of valuable information, it means that your child has committed an indescretion of an unsavoury nature..not as bad as a red note, but close. His crime; passing along an MSN chain message that was related to a sexual act, and how desirable one would be or not be if they didn't pass the message on, with a little verse attatched. This information was contained in a letter in the Official-Looking Envelope. So then I had to rationally discuss this matter with the boy about the appropriateness/inappropriateness of his actions, and send the accursed orange note back to school. He has been warned; delete such crap immediately, or no computer without an accompanying adult. You would all have been proud of how rational I was......I didn't get my usual cuddle before he left, though....

At last, they all have gone and left me alone. I have read blogs, commented, done more washing, will tackle yesterdays washing up...yes, it sits there to mock my abilities to run this family..no-one else ever does it unless they are bludgeoned into it...it's easier and cleaner to do it myself... no radio, no tv, no music, just the birds and my mind rattling...

11.15am and the Gorgeous Girl arises..and reads over my shoulder...for not very long after feeling the waves of negativity....."That's a long one..." "You can read it later" I say....so she gave up and left me alone.

Enough. I have to put on my shoes, bra, and happy face and go down the street. I have letters for work to deliver, all local, so the walk will clear my head (hopefully)..The panadol certainly hasn't....and Beloved left me his card, so I need to buy some more food at some point too.....maybe I should try and ride off into the sunset on "our" new exercise bike......

So, thank you all. Another joyful day off. And as I said to lovely Laihnabeth last Thursday, the black days come, but thankfully, they go. I will work on a song of the week; there are so many to choose from. Today is not the day. I have other blog-plans floating around in my addled mind as well.

My best wishes to you all,
Yours in Blogging, Cyndy xoxox;)

PS; I'll be glad when we're over "schmick", because every time I write it, I have to go back and add the "H".....