Homeopaths, Sunburn & Dog Shampoo

This morning was great. Only 2 kids to get up and no work! Bliss.

I dropped Tasha and Tony off at school and headed off for a quick visit with my friend. By 08h30 I was back home, back into my jammies and back in bed to watch a movie.

I cannot remember the last time I had the house to myself. It was the weirdest and most wonderful feeling. I almost felt excited - like I was being naughty and hiding from the world. Almost like I was running away and heading off for a great adventure. It's amazing how such a small occassion like being alone at home can become such a treat when withheld for long enough.

Next was my muffin making session. Didnt come out too badly. I just hope that the ladies at work can eat them tomorrow. I have this fear that they are going to turn to rocks overnight and cause mass distress and suffering. Only time will tell.

After lunch Tasha and I headed off for our visit to the homeopath. As neither one of us knew what to expect, Tasha kept asking "Is he going to give me an injection?" I told her that homeopaths dont do that while praying, to whoever would listen, that this was the truth.

Tasha and needles are not friends. Have you ever watched a wildlife program where a crocodile grabs an unsuspecting animal from the shore and thrashes it from side to side? This is Tasha and any poor unsuspecting doctor who approches her with a needle. It's a dangerous situation which no doctor should approach without safety gear and extensive combat training. It's a situation which I avoid at all costs.

Lucky for the doctor, he did not cause a volcanic eruption by producing a needle. What he did do was cause disgust and mortification by talking about poo!

By the end of the session, I was considerably poorer and weighed down by powders and drops. If her results are a reflection of my mothering skills then she would have been better off if I had eaten her at birth. Poor kid.

At 18h00 it was time to fetch Anthea from camp. I could see that there had been no opportunity to use that hair straightner that she insisted on taking with her. What beautiful bouncy curles! The only problem was that she looks like a lobster. A sunburned lobster. Her usually pale skin is now more red than her hair.

Now, I suppose you are wondering where the dog shampoo comes in. I'm sure you will be surprised to hear that it doesnt involve a dog at all. It involves a small boy.

A small boy who thinks he's a dog. A small boy who now smells like a newly dipped dog. As long as he doesnt bark and poop on the grass I'm happy.

And that concludes another day in my life. Anther page written and in the past. Another gift unwrapped and packed away. Tomorrow we start again. See you then.