The kids are coming and going (as they do), Erin is off to work every day, gets home asks me how my day went and I say, "OK" (as I do). She tells me I couldn't lie to save myself......actually she's always told me that. I'm just not sure how to describe how I feel......not sick, not in pain, just feeling bluhhhhhh......you know what I mean.....how do you describe bluhhhhhhh?????
I am looking forward to the weekend tho, gonna go watch our 3 oldest boys playing rugby and spend the day down at the club, maybe thats whats wrong with me haven't been able to get out to watch them for the past couple of weeks because of the weather and they've been playing out of town. I don't like going too far from home really because I'm a bit wary about access to toilets and things like that at other clubs. At our club there is easy access for me to the toilet and plenty of mates to help if I need them to.
Erin had an uneventful journey up to Auckland on Tuesday to pick her mum up off the plane. She took Patrick and Gary with her for a ride, left Pakura with me and our baby who wanted to go to her holiday programme. Anyway, she leaves some money with me to send Pakura for fish and chips for our dinner (mums plane gets to Auckland at 3.15pm), she gets home around 6.30pmish, house is in a mess, I'm cooking some dinner for me and my baby......to her credit she asks Pakura very nicely, why didn't you go and pick some fish n chips up for tea? He DUMBLY replies, coz I want to go to the movies with my mates and I can't find my cashflow card......so I was gonna use this money.......because I didn't know if you'd be back before I go to the pictures OH BOY, WRONG PAKURA REALLY WRONG.....
One look at his mothers face put an end to any ideas he had about going to the movies, he even had the grace to look guilty, then I unceremoniously get kicked out of the kitchen Pakura gets shoved out the door to "pick up some fish n chips" and while he's gone the house gets a quick vacuum, dishes done, clothes folded 1/2 hour later we're sittin down with our fish n chips......Bloody kid wouldn't listen to me, his mother didn't even talk to him and he knew what he had to do. Hate it when that happens.....lol.
Actually I've been laughing while I've been telling that story, I feel better already.
Thanks for listening.
Bill