The Gnome at the Bottom of the Garden

Life was a bit hard this morning. I have been up most of the night trying to cough up a lung without success, so I wasn’t functioning all that well. C6 was also pretty distracted this morning and seemed to think that “Hurry up and eat your breakfast” sounded a lot like “Go and play with your Batman toy” and that “Go and get dressed” sounded a lot like “Time to play with your racing cars”. I tried to help by packing his bag, and then we had this conversation:

Me: C6, where is your water bottle?
C6: What water bottle?
Me: The water bottle you take to school.
C6: Dunno.
Me: Did you leave it at school?
C6: Leave what at school?
Me: YOUR WATER BOTTLE!
C6: I told you, I don’t know where my water bottle is!
(I just happen to look down)
Me: What’s that by your feet?
C6: What feet?
Me: YOUR FEET!! THE ONES AT THE END OF YOUR LEGS!!!
C6: I don’t see anything
(Grabs childs head and points it in the direction of waterbottle)
C6: Hey! It’s my water bottle! Did you put that there?
Me: JUST GET DRESSED, OKAY!!!

No wonder so many mothers have nervous breakdowns. Pass the valium, would you. I’m going to have a good lie down.

Blue played Black today in the minis-colts. According to the coach/umpire, it was a draw. Everyone was a winner. The teams were made up with whoever turns up on the day.  The kids play in the goal circle during half time of the A grade match, using the real goals at one end and portable goals (made from plough discs and water pipe) at the other. The guernseys are left over from the old Junior colts teams and most of the boys wear them as dresses, but the boys don’t seem to care. They get to run around, burn off some steam and kick a footy. At the end they all come off the field as one group, comparing stories of who had the best tackle for the day and who had the best kick.

And the coach is right, everybody does win - especially football!