In the movie The Castle the father – the ever optimist – sits on the porch of his run down shack in the middle of nowhere, the only sound being bugs vaporising in the bug zapper above his wife’s head, and sighs ‘Hows the serenity’
Today, on the first day back at school after eight weeks of hell school holidays, the only sound the rain on the roof and the hum of the refrigerator, I am channelling a little of my inner bogan and running around the house sans pants screaming ‘HELLZ YEAH HOW IS THE FUCKING SERENITY BITCHES WOOOOO HOOOOOO!’
I love my children.
I really do.
Really really REALLY.
But when you go eight weeks of non stop Boo – all Boo, all the time – the first day back at school knowing that he is safe and happy with his friends is like being released from prison.
A prison full of grabby touchy TALKING ALL THE FUCKING TIME OMG OMG OMG PLEASE CAN WE CHANGE THE SUBJECT JUST ONCE people that touch your stuff and smear butter all over your just cleaned kitchen and then shit and toothpaste in the motherfucking hallway and constantly checking to make sure you are wearing a bra.
That’s a thought. SANS BRA AND PANTS BIATCHES!
Hows the serenity…
I think I miss him.
In no particular order, today I sing the praises of my girl Gillian from A Daft Scot Lass who is one of the amazing people helping me realise my dream of leaving the state urinating in public going to the Aussie Bloggers Conference. She even wrote a post about me! Click on her blog and sent her some love!
She has some fucking AMAZING taste in shoes, just check out her header 😉