Normality 0 : Chaos 1

I have to admit, I was suspicious of my children this week. While Lindsay was away at camp, the other two have actually been getting along, with each other no less. I could almost say the house was normal for two days, and I mean a real kind of normal, not the kind of ab-normal that usually reigns supreme in our home. As much as I was enjoying this unexpected turn of events, I did worry that my blog might come to a screeching halt, after all with everything normal (by that I mean boring), what would I write about ?  As Rob pointed out, in order to get good blog material, I have to have a crappy week. Go Figure.

Of course I should have known better because everything was back to chaos within a few minutes of Lindsay's return (with umpteen bags of laundry). They were running through the front garden like maniacs, chasing the dog and each other. A tree branch flies back and hits Sid - purely an accident - but as soon as she recovers she is on the warpath, and body slams Grady into my lavender bushes.  Meanwhile I am standing in the driveway trying to have a conversation with my friend Mena, while Grady and Sidney wrestle at our feet. The sad things is, my friends are so used to these shenanigans that no one even bats an eyelid anymore. 

I have been looking after two of Lindsay's friends - Claire & Giselle (a faithful follower of my blog - much to Lindsay's chagrin) for the last couple of evenings. Go figure, ship off one to camp, and get two back in return. Actually it has been great because they have both acted as a Sidney magnet. In fact Sid pretty much told her teacher today, not to bother giving her any homework because Claire & Giselle were coming over, and she'd be far to busy to do any work !!  Meanwhile Grady didn't do any of his homework either, but I think I have him sussed out now. He honestly believes if he leaves his homework to the last minute (which he does with terrible regularity) he'll be that much older and therefore wiser. How do you argue with that kind of logic ?

I've just found out my boss is taking me out to breakfast tomorrow - we're going to the casino! A first for me. Rob asked me if I was going to gamble. Where the hell has he been for the last few years ?  Has he lost the plot ? The way our luck has been, I'd throw a dollar in the slots and somehow end up owing them the jack-pot. I think I'll just play it safe, and stick to the bacon, eggs & toast.