One thousand camels to plunder your tent…

We’re off to Mal’s* this weekend.

It’s her 50th 21st birthday.

I know for certain that there will be copious amounts of wine involved.

And probably cake.

And those two things are enough to get me to go anywhere with enough notice.

Roo has been asking every morning: “2 more sleeps to go Mal’s?”

She’s been counting down to two more sleeps for about three weeks.

I think she’s going to wet her pants when I tell her that it is actually two sleeps, let alone when there are no more sleeps yet.

Let’s face it, she’s 3, so the chances of her wetting her pants at any stage is pretty high.

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Speaking of being 3, everything is a make believe game for Roo at the moment.

She is currently being a baby.

Which is a nice change because usually she wants to be the Mummy.

Who knew being waited on hand and foot, coddled to within an inch of one’s life, and fed cheerios and water would be so exhausting?

Yesterday she was a mermaid super hero.

Yes.

A super hero of the mermaid variety.

The flying mermaid was certainly a sight to see. I don’t know if she actually saved any body or just flew around looking good.

Either way, it was certainly super…

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This week there will also be copious amounts of reading and immersing myself back into study.

Also catching up on my Parenting Manifesto program homework.

Party planning last week took up a lot of my time.

Post to come – if Pal ever lets me post the pictures of him in super hero get up.

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I’ve been struggling with motivation lately.

Motivation to blog. Motivation to study. Motivation to get dressed.

It doesn’t seem to matter how much or how little sleep I get.

Coffee doesn’t seem to help, so I drink water.

Which feels just as useless no matter how good I know it is for me.

All I seem to be able to manage is the bare minimum and it doesn’t really seem fair to anyone.

My readers.

My family.

Myself.

My laundry. My poor, poor laundry.

I think it’s the weather. And the snot noses.

And the very real possibility that if Pal doesn’t get Precious out of the car soon I will never be able to leave the house again.

Or at least until the weekend, when we’ll be heading up to Mal’s.

I’m already exhausted just thinking about a trip of such magnitude.

A near 5 hour drive with three children three and under. In a sedan.

With a ridiculously exhausted husband coming off night shift.

If it wasn’t for Mal and the promise of wine I wouldn’t be going.

But the woman and her wine is my favourite member of the family.

Not to mention godmother to my children.

And funniest woman ALIVE!

You may think that’s an almighty call.

And in case you are doubting my judgement, here’s an excerpt from a recent email:

” I’m STOKED that you’ll be here until Monday. I have been on my prayer mat, every hour, facing maccas, asking the good dude above to be able & willing to stay on Sunday…. And lo and behold, the good dude above answered the call of nature, and responded with a ‘Yea, sweet little blonde thing (even if it is from a bottle), of course I will grant you your request. Just put 6 icecubes in my challis, and I shall grant thee thy wish. Do you also require one thousand camels to plunder your tent?” …. At this stage, I began to question the quality of cardboard from which my merlot cometh …”

Yessirree.

That’s my Mal.

Pal has been known to question my sanity.

And then we get an email like that and he stops.

And understands that my sanity is entirely intact.

Or at least that whatever my problem is, it’s genetic.

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So, what’s on at your house this week? Is your aunty addicted to Big Macs? Is your child a mermaid superhero? More importantly, do you think Pal should let me post a photo of him in super hero get up?

*Mal’s name has been changed to protect her identity. Mostly because she doesn’t want any internet stalkers. Partly because Mal is easier than writing out her full name and address.