Single Mum

This week has been pretty fun i must say. It's interesting to see how much stuff my parents do for our family, and how much housework you have to do to stop the rest of the house looking like my room.

Well the weekend was the most intense of it all, cos i was on constant kid-lookout. But they are still alive now, so i did okay i suppose. Friday night Jackson and Ben organised a sleepover at a friends so i took them over there and discovered i had the rest of the night to myself basically. Or at least that's what i thought.... Baw Baw Bawwww...! (You know, the dramatic noise they have in soaps? Work with me here)

Just as i was leaving, and thanking them for taking the kids for a night, Ben came running up to me, more hysterical than Kelly was the time that we lost the grand final. He was screaming about his thumb and wouldnt let me see it and when he finally did, it looked okay, like it wasnt swollen like a mo fo like mine was when i broke it. But he said he heard a crack when he fell on it, so i went to get it checked out at emergency anyway.

When we got there, there was noone there but us in the waiting room, but it still took 45mins to get seen. Thats the slowest ive ever seen anything move since seeing Jarryd in transition last week. Well the doctor said its wasnt broken, and Ben copped an ice cream out of it, so it was worth it for me.

They didnt even offer me one but...

That night, all the COOL guys (basically us guys except Kelly cos he was being a pussy) went to the vasse then the nard as usual. It was pretty eventful actually, especially for Brock, who copped a few sneaky texts from one of Tom's ex's (we wont name names here, not like you do on your blog Brock) and tund the shit out of Jenny Donovan (sorry pal, had to mention that name).

But apart from what ive written here, ive just been a good Single Mum doing my housework and cooking and cleaning.

Oh and tonight is our basketball game, so come on down.... 8.20. be there or be square.


Peace out, A-Town