Scary Mom

Friday 14h45

Hubby is on his way home from work. This is incredible  – I’d asked him so nicely to please be home at 14h30 so we can leave for my Dad and stepmom’s place for the weekend at 3pm (I mean it Dan, we are leaving at 3 o’clock on the dot!) It’s a long-awaited and long over due visit.

It’s 14h45 and I’m overjoyed. He is scared because he is ALWAYS late!

What he doesn’t realise is that we are only leaving at 3h30 – HA! – and instead of being 15 minutes late, he is 15 minutes early. Hooray, it’s working! Maybe we can actually leave on time – smiling, relaxed, not yelling, or dashing back in for last minute things after all.

Um, let’s see…

  • Bags are neatly packed. Excellent! I detest this part, trying to decided what each child will wear. It’s warm during the day but cold in the evening. What if they fall into the river or tear their jeans on a branch or what if they actually get dirty?!! Will this t-shirt go with these floral leggings. How many t-shirts will I need for two days? 4, maybe 5? Arrrgggg!! Slippers and dressing gowns…in or out? They never wear them at home….maybe not. Finally, I am so happy that I managed to pack a small bag for each of us, all lined up neatly on the dining room table, ready to be packed into the car. Ahhhhh, bliss.
  • Little bits of shopping done and dusted including a little something for Dad & Lana and weekend treats for the kids. Made it to the dreaded mall and back with my sanity in tack, thank you very much!
  • Sickly eldest child been to the doc – she is flu-ish with a possible bladder infection but is happy to lie on Grandpa’s couch for the weekend. Got some special mooti (South African slang for meds) for her so she is good to go.
  • Middle and baba children also dosed up with some mooti – middle child a little off colour & red-eyed and baby child red-crusty-eyed but in a great mood.
  • 14h55. Hubby pulling up in the driveway and apart from the semi-sickie kiddies everything is on track and I AM IN A GOOD MOOD!


Ok, scrap that.


Middle child has chicken pox. Unpack everyone!!

Saturday morning.

  • Eldest girl-child is feeling better (good ole mooti) but red-crusy-eyed and has sore throat
  • Middle “poxy” girl-child is happy-go-lucky and proud of her spots and wants to go swimming
  • Baba boy-child crusty eyed and clingy
  • Coffee machine has just flooded itself…according to my hubby.
  • We are not going anywhere

A little later….

  • Eldest-girl-who-is-almost-a-TEEN and I are sitting discussing her birthday party options. We are thinking about a fabulous African themed restaurant with a few of her close friends. We are imagining dressing up, dancing, pretty face paintings, yummy food, taking photos, catching a show……
  • Hubby, elbows deep in a coffee machine and yelling from the kitchen is imaging 100 friends @ R1000 a head is having a sense of humour failure.
  • Girly day-dreaming and beautiful musings unceremoniously dashed
  • Think hubby is being melodramatic
  • Also have sudden realisation that we are house bound for the entire weekend
  • I too now have a sense of humour failure
  • Stalk off into bedroom, close the door for a little cool-off
  • “Poxy” enters the room and taking a deep breath, I tell her in my nicest Mommy voice that “Mommy just needs a little, little time alone, ok my love…”. She looks at me with her sweet, knowing eyes…
  • She’s nobody’s fool


Very hard not to laugh when trying to stay cross!

Monday morning 08h57

  • Eldest girl-child mostly better and gone to school for exams
  • Baby boy-child a lot less crusty-eyed and a little less clingy
  • Middle girl-child looking like a walking join-the-dots picture but enjoying a no-school day!
  • Hubby and baba-boy sharing some breako

And me?…..Well, I am getting the full advantage of the no-school day and LOVING IT!


…and she only charged me a hundred bucks!