I Have Man Flu


I have Man Flu…

Every bone in my body aches. Even the roots of my teeth ache.
There is snot pouring out of me and I am hearing like my head is under water.
I am sure I must have swallowed razor blades…. except that I can’t swallow at all.
My finger nails are sore and the hair on my head is giving me grief.
I have a cough and a head ace and my right pinky toe is probably broken.
I have a pimple on my bum that I am sure must be cancer.
I might, possibly, be going blind too… maybe.

It’s all because of those pesky children who deliberately coughed of me so they could share their feral germs. They did it on purpose, I know it.

I probably have swine flu, or bird flu, or SAARS, or pneumonia.
Or possibly some lethal combination of all four.

I am sure I am dying.

Yep, it’s definitely Man Flu…..

Except that I’m not sleeping for 20 hours a day.
Nor am I laying pathetically on the couch for the other four hours, feebly croaking my demands for lemonade not water, and could someone possibly get me a vegemite sandwich with the crusts cut off?
I’m also not making unrealistic requests to kindly get rid of the kids, because their noise is making my ears bleed….

Nope.
I am still getting up to take the girls to school.
I am still cooking dinner and feeding everyone.
I am still washing clothes and sweeping the floor.

There is no doctors certificate that will get me a day off work so I am still doing all the stuff I need to do.

Hmm… so it can’t possibly be Man Flu then?
So I don’t have SAARS?
I’m not really dyeing?

It must just be a bit of a cold….
Well then, I feel better already!

….

Above photo by Jeremy Burgin via flickr… and in case you missed the sarcasm, I am not really dying so don’t panic Mum! Oh, and Father Figure… I love you, even when you are dying.

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I get around…

We’ve been couch dwellers this week. Giggle and Hoot have featured high on our list of priorities, along with trying not to cough on each other. So there is nothing new to see here today…. but I’ve been busy blogging else where this week.

I have two guest posts up this week…

The first is at the fabulous childhood101 – Ten Easy Things to Cook With Kids

And the second is over at Little People Books – Reading Chapter Books To Young Children.

So pop on over and take a look… because if you hang around here you’re sure to catch this dreaded lurgy!

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What’s on your Fridge?

Last week I joined in the new (to me) Wandering Wednesday and this week I am taking up yet another new blogging challenge!

what's on my fridge august

Since all the pickles have been a tad sick this week and since they are such caring and sharing children they have given it to me now, we haven’t wandered much further than our fridge… which is why Maxabella Loves’ August Chronicles – What’s on Your Fridge blog hop seemed like such a good idea!

fridge magnet
My all time favourite fridge magnet (a gift from my SIL so she knows how true that statement really is) is holding up excursion forms that I must must must remember to fill in and send back to school for the girls.

on my fridge menu plan

The other favourite magnet holds up a prized possession… Muski’s offer for a kinder place next year! We finally got the letter yesterday after much worry that he may have missed out. Yay for Kinder! The the left is my menu planning calendar – but as you can see I haven’t done much planning for this last week of August. The last week of August?? What? How did that happen!?!?

whats on your fridge

And this little scrap of local newspaper… a reminder that we need to find some money to buy a truck load of fire wood before we run out!

Yes, life is exciting here at the Pickle Farm!

So what’s on your fridge?

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We Play – Tying Shoe Laces

It seems we have come to that point in time when I can avoid it no longer.

The only pair of pink sneakers in a size big enough to fit Izzy have shoe laces. Yes, laces… not velcro, not stretchy elastic things, but real, need to be tied, laces.

Now I have to teach Izzy to tie her shoe laces.

Ah if only it was the blue sneakers that only came with laces. Zoe is much more patient and will stick at a task like this. Izzy, on the other hand, will have half a go and then crack the poops because she’ll ‘never get this right’.

It is going to be a hard lesson to learn for all of us.

learn to tie laces

So today, while the girls were home from school with kennel cough, I stole the laces from my husband’s boots, stabbed some holes in a shoe box, and we let the fun begin!

It is hard to tie laces. It is hard to figure out how to explain it. It is hard to get your hands and fingers in the right spots. It is hard to learn to tie laces.

Does anyone have any tips or tricks? Is there a magical easy way to teach the girls how to tie shoe laces? Can someone come to my house and do it for me???

Oh and for the record.. the hands in the photo above, actually attempting to tie the laces… those hands belong to Zoe!

we play
I’m throwing this post into the We Play hat at Childhood101 today! Head on over and see what everyone else has been playing!

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Kidspot Top 50 Blog Your Way To Dunk Island – Holiday Memories.

It’s funny how your early memories get all mixed up.

I know we went on many family holidays when I was a child, most of them driving holidays. The memories I have of those early holidays are all jumbled together. I can only remember snippets of things or isolated incidents.

I remember our old car. The car that drove us all over Victoria and further.

I don’t remember the make or the model but I know it was small and white and had red vinyl seats that your thighs stuck to in the summer.

I don’t remember how on earth we managed to pack everyone and every thing into that car and drive around the country, no air-conditioning and only my father’s choice of classical radio to break the up the sounds of arguing kids.

I remember pads of paper and pencils and playing ‘paddocks’ and ‘eye spy’.

I remember being crammed in behind the drivers seat. Having no leg room is the price you pay for being the smallest.

I remember the holiday when that car died.

I remember holidaying at the Grampians in an old and musty smelling holiday house that I was sure came straight out of a novel. I remember meeting up with friends on the last day there to try our hand at rock climbing.

I don’t remember how old I was, or if I actually tried rock climbing but I remember sitting in the back seat as my mother drove down the track near Mt Arapiles. I remember a thump and a bang and I remember a huge boulder suddenly being under my feet where the floor of the car should have been.

I don’t remember the choice words my father said when he found out, but I am sure there were many.

I don’t remember the car being declared un-fixable or the adults working out how we would all get home and what we would do with the car. But I do remember that we stayed an extra night, our friends making room at their camp site.

I remember it was the first time I had ever slept in a tent.

I remember all the kids were crammed in like sardines, but I got to sleep nearest the door, with the most space. The price everyone else pays for having a little sister who sleep walks.

I remember people talking about the mouse plague but I didn’t remember that in the middle of the night when I was scared of the strange creatures that were falling on to the roof of the tent and then skiing down the side to plop onto the ground and scurry off.

I remember helping the other kids to dig deep narrow holes in the sandy dirt to trap the hundreds of mice, but I don’t remember if we ever caught any.

I remember our old car being hauled home on a trailer but I don’t remember if it was ever fixed or if that was the end of the red vinyl seats.

I remember many things from our family holidays. All jumbled together and mixed up. I remember good things and bad things, funny things and crazy things. I remember things that have since become family legends, stories that have been retold so many times I can’t remember if these memories are my own or someone else’s.

We are working in our own memories. I hope that my kids have wonderful, random, mixed up, holiday memories too.

What is your favourite family holiday memory?

The wonderful people over at KidSpot put me in their Top 50 Bloggers list! I do have to wonder what on earth they were thinking when they included me among 49 other amazing Australian Women bloggers, but hey I’ll take that moment of insanity on their part and say thank you! Todays post enters me to win a family holiday to Dunk Island!! You can vote for me and help me win if you like, or you could check out some of the other awesome bloggers and vote for them. There is no sign ups, and you can vote once for as many bloggers as you like, just click and vote. So go check out the list and I’m sure you can find someone on there that you know really needs a holiday!

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