Saturday 19 November 2016

Today was the seventh day in a row that one of the children in this house has thrown up. Today it was Emma, who woke up in the early hours of the morning and vomited, and then felt fine for the rest of the day. I mean, she ate salami for lunch – you don’t eat that if you’re feeling crappy. So really, I have no idea what the hell is going on with this thing.

We got our new birthday present lawn mower this week, so Troy cut the grass with it today. It was certainly a harsh introduction for the mower, our yards were like a jungle. The old mower broke a few weeks ago, and since buying a new one (that can handle our lax mowing schedule and the resulting jungle-like grass) is a bit expensive we asked if Troy’s parents could combine the money they would have spent on Troy’s birthday and my birthday and help us out with the mower instead. It admittedly makes for a kind of sad and uninteresting birthday present, but mostly I’m just thankful that they were willing to do it and that the mower broke near enough to our birthdays that it was an option.

I’m so boring about money at the moment, but this time of year it’s kind of unavoidable. Christmas and end of year things, and then start up costs for school next year (we just got the fees and booklists for Nicholai and Emma) are always a scary amount, and this year I’m going to Indonesia with Emma right in there with that. It will all work out in the end (I mean, the mower was a birthday gift and we cashed in all our flybuys points for giftcards and Troy will do our tax soon) but it’s still hard to avoid worrying about it in the meantime.

I have been watching a lot of Dance Moms and crocheting granny squares over the last few days. I love the girls on that show and love watching them dance, but it is seriously like televised emotional abuse and I feel like a bad person for encouraging it by watching! I know the girls win and so people would claim that the methods work, but…seriously? How those mothers can watch that happen to their daughters week after week and not take them somewhere else to learn dancing is kind of unfathomable to me.

 

 

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