The day winds down

This morning I asked the question "A peaceful Sunday - or not?" I'll let you decide.

The day started off well. Tony had wet his bed and was soaked from head to foot. Not such a drama. This was followed by making breakfast, doing washing and cleaning the kitchen.

As the Garden Route is experiencing it's one millionth day of heatwave, the family decided it would be a good idea to have a braai. I invited my ex mother-in-law, packed the dishwasher and started the fire. The day was going to be great!

Or so I thought ....

Moments later the peace was broken by Anthea.
"I hate Tasha! I hate her SO much! I wish she would die! I hope she gets thrown into a deep hole and breaks every bone in her body .... and lies there until she starves to death!"

Very poetic, dont you think? Sounds like the lyrics to some of the songs she listens to.

This was followed by Tasha pracing around all puffed up ... "So you hate me? So you've always hated me?"

Oh boy, here we go. Well, being very calm human beings, myself and the rest of my family just watched in amazement. What would happen next? Would fists fly? Would someone lose a limb? Would someone get thrown into a hole and die?

Nothing happened.

It all died down as quickly as it had flaired up. I'm still not sure what happened but it had something to do with Tash being rude to Anthea's friend - or some such thing.

The next drama followed on quickly with Tony falling off the top bunk of his bed. This would not have even raised an eyebrown from Tony in normal circumstances, but today the floor was not the first thing Tony met on his way down. Unfortunately the door to his small cuboard was open and he broke it off its hinges using his shin. As you can imagine, this resulted in loud and painfull wailing ... something like a pig going to slaughter.
We patched him up, hid the broken door under the bed, and continued with the braai.

In the meantime, my mother-in-law arrived. A very sweet woman who lives alone since her husband died 2 years ago. I enjoy having her around. The only thing that makes me cringe is the fact that she thinks her son is such a great dad. I'm glad that she thinks he is so wonderful, but its hard to smile and agree when what she is told and the truth are two very different things. But I wont get into that. This blog is not for venting.

The braai was great. The food was perfect and we all ate like piglets.

Anthea is now packing for the Grade 9 camp tomorrow. She has been forced to go by the school as she was caught bunking ... a few times!! She sees it as a punishment, but I think she is going to have a ball! Wish I was punished like that when I was in school.

Tony has just got out of the bath. Tasha is trying to help dry him but he's a slippery little beasty. I think he emptied the entire bath of water onto the bathroom floor. I dont care. I'm going to ignore it and wait for it to dry naturally. Knowing my luck, someone will slip, knock their head open and we will spend the night in the emergency room.

I've changed my mind. I'm going to go dry the floor.

Good night all.
Sweet dreams. Tomorrow is another day. Another story.
See you then.