I Couldn't Find A Cliff To Jump Off...
April 13th 2007 05:49
...so I took a bunch of 11-12 year olds to The Easter Show instead.
Their parents are forever in my debt.
And I will collect. Oh yes. I will.
The Sydney Royal Easter Show...aka How To Drain Your Bank Account, Lose Your Lunch and Litter Your House With Useless Crap* From Showbags.
Er....by the way...just some advice....don't go on Speed or Power Surge afterscoffing eating Fairy Floss/Cotton Candy.
Just don't okay?
The Easter Show?
....would rather cheer for a NZ Rugby team....
So why did I go? Why did I take these children?
...becauase I'm a fricken parent and fricken parents love their children and when their children say that they would love to go to The Easter Show for their birthday and you say...
"How about we go bowling?"
"Boring"
"Okay...a party at home?"
"No. I'm over home parties."
(he better remember this when he's a teenager)
"How about a Book Club party?"
cue: sound of crickets chirping
"Um...paintball?"
"Yeah!!"
"Er..no...sorry...you've got to be over 18..."
"Well...why can't we go to The Easter Show like I said in the first place?"
Because...after many many many years of going to The Easter Show with many many many children...I am seriously over it.
Yes sure....The Royal Easter Show...where you can experience the real Australia.....let's go and see the "real Australia"....all we have to do is drive 2 hours away from Sydney in any direction and that's the Real Australia.
I didn't say all this to him. He doesn't have to know that I'm jaded by the whole rip the parent off gig.
Anyway...after a chaos (for me) and fun filled (for them...and me) sleepover the night before...off we went the next day.
Seven hours. Seven hours of my life (and...er...some Fairy Floss...) I'll never get back.
..and I don't want it back.
His face...you know?
His face.
He had so much fun.
...and he can go all the extreme rides now.
When did he grow so tall?
By the way...I know this isn't my regular genre of writing (and please don't ask what my 'regular genre' is because I don't really know...it's supposed to be Rugby...)
I don't usually write about my children...well I write about their antics and my frantics...but there is a lot of Maternal love and power on Orble at the moment...and reading Wendivine's magickal posts about her magickal children....and Cara's posts and Mrs M's....well...I'm in mush mode....my beautiful ratbags...I don't write about them because I have this mega privacy issue and plus...I have a hard ass rep to protect...I don't want y'all to know that my source of strength is my love for those I love...and I did have a lot of fun yesterday...like I always do when I'm with my family, no matter what we're doing. Forget The Easter Show...come have dinner with us...sheesh...
Anyway.
I'm done.
For this year....
*There is such a thing as useful crap...like tomato holders...you know?...they hold the tomato in place when slicing...well...the one time I sliced a tomato...it wasn't pretty....haven't sliced a tomato since...I have a tomato slicer though...just in case....
Their parents are forever in my debt.
And I will collect. Oh yes. I will.
The Sydney Royal Easter Show...aka How To Drain Your Bank Account, Lose Your Lunch and Litter Your House With Useless Crap* From Showbags.
Er....by the way...just some advice....don't go on Speed or Power Surge after
Just don't okay?
The Easter Show?
....would rather cheer for a NZ Rugby team....
So why did I go? Why did I take these children?
...becauase I'm a fricken parent and fricken parents love their children and when their children say that they would love to go to The Easter Show for their birthday and you say...
"How about we go bowling?"
"Boring"
"Okay...a party at home?"
"No. I'm over home parties."
(he better remember this when he's a teenager)
"How about a Book Club party?"
cue: sound of crickets chirping
"Um...paintball?"
"Yeah!!"
"Er..no...sorry...you've got to be over 18..."
"Well...why can't we go to The Easter Show like I said in the first place?"
Because...after many many many years of going to The Easter Show with many many many children...I am seriously over it.
Yes sure....The Royal Easter Show...where you can experience the real Australia.....let's go and see the "real Australia"....all we have to do is drive 2 hours away from Sydney in any direction and that's the Real Australia.
I didn't say all this to him. He doesn't have to know that I'm jaded by the whole rip the parent off gig.
Anyway...after a chaos (for me) and fun filled (for them...and me) sleepover the night before...off we went the next day.
Seven hours. Seven hours of my life (and...er...some Fairy Floss...) I'll never get back.
..and I don't want it back.
His face...you know?
His face.
He had so much fun.
...and he can go all the extreme rides now.
When did he grow so tall?
By the way...I know this isn't my regular genre of writing (and please don't ask what my 'regular genre' is because I don't really know...it's supposed to be Rugby...)
I don't usually write about my children...well I write about their antics and my frantics...but there is a lot of Maternal love and power on Orble at the moment...and reading Wendivine's magickal posts about her magickal children....and Cara's posts and Mrs M's....well...I'm in mush mode....my beautiful ratbags...I don't write about them because I have this mega privacy issue and plus...I have a hard ass rep to protect...I don't want y'all to know that my source of strength is my love for those I love...and I did have a lot of fun yesterday...like I always do when I'm with my family, no matter what we're doing. Forget The Easter Show...come have dinner with us...sheesh...
Anyway.
I'm done.
For this year....
*There is such a thing as useful crap...like tomato holders...you know?...they hold the tomato in place when slicing...well...the one time I sliced a tomato...it wasn't pretty....haven't sliced a tomato since...I have a tomato slicer though...just in case....
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Comment by Wendi
I love this. First word to last, I connect.
Happy birthday to the young'n. He's blessed to have you.
Much Respect,
W
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
...I feel that I'm the blessed one....
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
it's a beautiful thang...smiles
reminded me bout how i lost a chocolate thickshake on the cup and saucer (i was 14 ok) .. they hosed out the floor and seats... NEXT... ugh
~Lily
Comment by yoda76
The Tube Blog
Beneath the hard-ass (that's a best guess ;o) super-quip facade, you're just a big softie!!
We're facing the Show dilemma at present - as you've probably read on Mrs M's blog... much (more) respect to you Dusk. I'm balking at a couple of kids, let alone a bunch!
All this and a Leia costume... *sigh*
Hope you recover well...
;o)
Comment by Mrs M
Mum's Word
At the end of the day when they're tucked up in THEIR bed....they're wonderful.
Love & stuff
Mrs M
Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
Wild Horses wouldn't drag me to the Easter Show, even at Easter? No, especially at Easter!!
Next year, how about ten-pin bowling ? Not too pricey, nowadays they cater to great kids parties. You can have the night-disco party, or a black-light pyjama bowling party... the kids can eat loads of sugar, and carbs, and scream their little heads off. No cleaning, no mess, no fuss.
Their parent's pick them up and take them home themselves for the bowling alley.
STRIKE!!
Lilla ...
..still laughing at imagining your wide-eyed, sugar glazed, face...*sardonic chuckle*
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
I wanted to respond with a quip but...I don't know...don't feel like it...
I have a natural reluctance to share my vulnerable side. It doesn't mean I'm not a marshmallow...far from it...just... that's not my thing you know?...can't explain...we all have our defence mechanism...and mine is to quip and run...like now...
....Hurl Grey???
much warmth ~Lily love...
Dusk
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
Dusk, i was all lost in your openness, and then came that Hurl... like a bolt of lightning, i cracked up...
much love to ya, Dusk
have a beYOUtiful day,
~Lily
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
Oh come on now...I never said I wasn't. Just never said I was.
...and your guess?
Waterskiing, snowskiing, Rugby drills...and kicking metaphorical butts...ensure gluteal power.
And that's the only way I'm a hard ass.
Hope you recover well...and thank you....
Dusk
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
At the end of the day when they're tucked up in THEIR bed....they're wonderful.
...until they takeover YOUR bed...!
And The Alert One doesn't stir....he's "at One with His Surroundings" if I remember correctly...
That's one thing I miss...when they were all young, they'd dive into bed with us in the mornings...they would still do that now....but 4 of them now being 6' and over...we had to say enough...the floor started groaning!
Ahhh...and aaaarrrggghhh...my young'un will be a teenager soon...my heart weeps...
Hope you are well Mrs M
much warmth
Dusk
Comment by DuskDevi
Rucks and Rolls
Rugby World Cup 2007
Well we did the bowling thing one year...and really I have no problem with childrens parties, even the home ones...I love them! Fairy bread...yummmm....but....this year, he really wanted to go to The Easter Show...main reason?
He's taller now and can go on the extreme rides.
It's not the party...it's The Beaster Show that I intensely dislike...but again...that is not his fault.
We do tend to indulge our youngest because he is so much younger...yet strangely, more mature...than the rest.
And he's growing so fast.
That's not to say he's spoiled.
Hell no.
If I had said no...he would have been fine with it. He's not the type to throw tantrums.
It was just the realization that in a few years time, our youngest will be a young man...and well....even though we have a very affectionate and lots of hugs all the time kind of family...there's something about (as you all well know) having this little hand in yours...and still being able to hug him instead of being hugged by him.
Eeekk...gotta go...the screen is getting blurry...
Hope you are well LL...
Dusk
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
i like to sit by your fire.. or fiiiyah...
fill me in on that assignment sometime, k
~Lily
vamoosh
Comment by Wendi
*sobs*