These included how Madonna is doing it tough as a single Mum of four, and how Gwen Stefani felt that life was really hard being a working Mum.
Oh, the words, spinning around in my head for that blog post. Poor pets!
But, I have decided instead to let you know of yet another embarrassing moment in my life. Yes. That's right. It just goes on and on. And on. And this one happened last night!
Now I am in a bit of a decluttering frenzy at the moment (not that you would think so if you walked in to my house). But, as we seem to be regular movers (and shakers - ha ha ha) I must admit I have started to wonder as to what is in those boxes that I move from one garage to another.
So in the interests of my back, I have decided it it time that I look inside them. As one who has change occupations on a fairly regular basis, I have quite a lot of boxes which are occupation related. I have boxes for primary school teaching, a box of swim teaching 'stuff', boxes of TAFE teaching resources, oh and even three boxes of trophies for my current job.
Not only that, but I have tried pretty much every type of craft activity under the sun. So I also have boxes of 'stuff' for mosaics, scrapbooking, stamping, card making, ceramics, sewing - ok, I am going to stop there.
Oh, and don't get me started on how many boxes of folders I have from the divorce and subsequent
Therefore, the dining table, much of the floor in that room, the kitchen table and the kitchen benches, as well as the lounge room floor had some of my 'stuff' spread all over them tonight. And, not wanting to get my 'good' clothes dirty, I changed from my work clothes to a daggy old pair of shorts and a torn black singlet top which also has paint splodges all over it (Oh I forgot, box of painting supplies too).
I had also decided to scrunch my hair back in some type of
For crying out loud, I don't even tell the family where we live, who on earth would be coming to visit (and I DID pay the gas bill on Monday so knew it wouldn't be them).
Oh, it's the neighbour from over the road who has not acknowledged me in any way, shape or form for the 10 months we have lived here. Every time I see them I wave madly (maybe that has something to do with it) and get absolutely no response.
Why, I hear you ask, was he popping over on a school night? Surely he didn't need a cup of sugar???
Oh no, he needed to know if his son was successful in gaining a place in a team related to my work.
Oh, please come in. We always live like this looking as though we are a bunch of carnies who have just lobbed in for a night or two.
And then, he followed me around the house as I was trying to find his so important piece of paper asking me completely irrelevant questions whilst I was trying to look ever so professional with hair sticking up like I had just put my hand in a power point and received a massive electric shock.
So, the moral of the story? Well, there are two.
1. If you are the neighbour, WAVE as you never know when you are going to want something from them
2. See number 1
Cheers
Lisa xox
