OK, another gaming night.
Peter and Eric are deep into it (San Juan tonight - Peter just may have a fighting chance after being flogged unmercifully 'cept for last week when vengeance was his).
I am so, so very tired of yelling at the children about going to bed. The latest ploy of Matthew's is to claim that his bed is wrecked, and wanting me to fix it. Little toad knows that I cannot climb onto his bunk. I would surely go straight through the bloody thing. I could weep with frustration, and I am finding it really, really hard to keep that shrill fishmonger's wife tone out of my voice. Oh, it's OK. Gracie to the rescue. She is fixing his bed.
I know what it is, it's the fact that it's week three of a three week holiday break. I have a Lupus related problem and I just want some time to myself.
The other problem is that I live with the junior Mythbusters...... My children are infatuated with the Mythbusters. Gracie to a lesser extent, but Matthew is absolutely 100% obsessed. There are worse things I suppose, but our whole house is one ginormous experiment ground.
Between Mythbusters and Backyard Science, the most bizarre experiments are conducted on a daily basis. The most wonderous things are made out of cardboard, string, miles of gaffer tape - all connected to wires, bulbs, springs, magnets and anything else he can get his hands on. Then Gracie is called to admire and invent a name and a game to utilise said construction. He plays the engineer/build team, Gracie plays the narrator. Countdowns are very popular... usually preceded by a cry of "Fire in the hole!"
This afternoon at the Grogan Dome (Tuggeranong Hyperdome), Matthew announced in his loudest voice "Burping in THREE, TWO, ONE." and then does this absolute shocker of a burp that made people five tables away look up. That was of course, after doing his best chipmunk (or whatever the hell animal it is that stores its food in it's cheeks) impression, stuffing almost a whole donut in his mouth at once. Charming.
And I am so tired all I can do is laugh. Except when it comes to the going to bloody bed stand off. Especially in the holidays... especially in the last week of the holidays... especially when we've all been sick during the holidays....
Matthew's latest engineering feat was to rig up some tissue box holders. His is attached to the side of the bed (left). Gracie's is suspended from the roof on the bottom of a pole(on the right):
A closer view of Gracie's:
What can I say? My little engineer. Yesterday he was sitting on my lap, when he announced that he wanted to be an electrician, electrical engineer, robotics scientist, beader and quilter when he grew up. I was so proud! Gracie still maintains that she just wants to be a 'crafty Mum', but is more and more leaning towards being a vet...
I have large amounts of foil to cut up for foiling kits and need to send our Craft Fair order off to PROChem.
Mostly I am just tired and need a damn beeeeg sleep.
Oh that's right, I still have to dye a bloody colour wheel before I can slink off to sleepy boh boes.......
I had better be off.