We have a very well known, very rich man in Australia who has built the Titanic II.
Apparently he needs to go above and beyond the usual staff incentives to get people to work on it.
And only eight people have applied to captain the ship.
Who would have thought?
Staff on Titanic II will receive more than a pay cheque
That extra day off a week just ain’t worth it!
Yesterday was Mother’s Day and I was looking forward to a day resembling a Huggies commercial:
But, as with most days when expectations are super high, it didn’t quite live up.
The day started off nicely with lots of cuddles and handmade cards by my gorgeous kids (5 and 7). And I even got to sleep in for half an hour!
We trundled off to my parents’ house for a yummy breakfast and then got back home. Then we caught up with my inlaws and half of my husband’s 8 siblings.
Still travelling well. Still looking like the image above and everything was coming up roses.
Then we decided to go out to dinner.
Big mistake.
My 7-year-old daughter was terrific, but the day had been too much for my 5-year-old. We made the mistake of ordering pizza for him, to discover he HATES pizza with cheese and pineapple. And boy, he let us and the whole restaurant know about it with a head turning tantrum.
And when I say head turning, I literally mean that people were turning around to see who the loud, naughty little boy was. What a surreal experience to be stuck in a corner table next to an outraged 5-year-old and to see people turn around – almost in slow motion – and to feel the judgement crash down on top of me!
It felt like someone had taken razor blade to my nerve endings and then pulled out my power socket, so I had absolutely no energy left and my nerves were frayed.
We quickly scampered out, ignoring my son’s teary requests for rainbow ice-cream and with a manic smile plastered on my face.
Once we got home, the tantrum continued until he collapsed into bed.
But, oh how beautiful and sweet he looked when he was asleep. I crawled in next to him, gave him a big hug and kiss, and like most Mums, blocked out the bad bits of the day and remembered the good stuff.
Hope you all had a happy Mother’s Day!
I went to my weekly Weight Watchers meeting today. I wasn’t feeling confident as this past weekend was Greek Easter. And if you know any Greeks, you will know that Greek Easter is a massive celebration and a reason to eat, eat, eat. Actually, in my family any occasion is an excuse to eat, eat, eat.
I put on 200 grams. Not much,
Just like looking into a mirror!
I know. But I put on 200 grams last week after my daughter’s slumber party. It’s a slippery slope, but I’m not riding it.
So after jumping off the scales and seeing I’d gained weight, I went to the supermarket to buy fruit, bread and healthy snacks.
And I bought some goji berries. Heard of them? Supermodel Miranda Kerr eats them. I think they are classified as a ‘super food’.
So it naturally makes sense that if I eat these goji berries, then I will look like Miranda Kerr. Right?
My husband and I want to break up our daughter and her BFF.
They are both 7.
You see, the trouble is that my gorgeous daughter idolises her BFF but we just do.not.like.her.
She is rude, aloof and has a very strange hold over my daughter – and all of their little friends, actually.
I’ve seen it with my own eyes recently.
We hosted a slumber party for my daughter two weekends ago and her BFF was one of the four guests. The other three little girls are lovely and sweet. But the BFF aint.
However, whatever the BFF wanted to do, all the other little girls followed. She wanted to draw ponies – they all did. She wanted to play dress ups – they all did. The main concern was that we didn’t want her to draw our daughter away from her guests. Because that’s what she does. It’s bizarre. She wants my daughter to herself and once even told her that if she played with other kids, they couldn’t be BFFs anymore!
Did I mention she is only 7?
Because my husband and I were on high alert, we made sure everyone played together and were definitely a lot harder on the BFF than the other girls. Every time she demanded food, we told her to say please.
When she just helped herself to our fridge, we told her to ask first. And when she was the only one that didn’t want to watch a movie that everyone else did – and demanded they watch something else – I stepped in and told her that the majority rules.
But when she told us the next morning, after everyone else had been collected by their parents at the time specified on the invitation, that she wasn’t going home until she had finished playing with my daughter I was speechless! And immediately told her to call her Dad to be collected.
And then last weekend it was the BFFs birthday party at a local children’s farm.
She was Princess Hoity Toity all day.
The kids would chase after her to play with her and be with her. Sometimes she would play with them all, and other times she would run off. But they would follow.
The clincher was when she announced that it was present time and told everyone to all line up and give her their presents. And they did!
How does she know how to wield such power? It’s such an amazing gift – when used for good instead of evil! Her parents roll their eyes and say “Oh, she’s such a Queen.” But that’s what I don’t like about her!
It all sounds like the plot of the movie ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’ doesn’t it? We’ll have to wait until my daughter either finds another BFF, or her BFF does something that makes my daughter realise that her beloved BFF does not reciprocate her adoration.
So how do you break up a seven-year-old’s BFF obsession?
Advice is welcome!
Look, there’s no denying that I’ve been bone lazy with the whole blogging caper.
I can’t even bear to look back on how long it’s been since my last blog and I don’t blame my followers for wondering where I’ve been!
But life suddenly got so busy and then each night I’d think that I should write a blog, and then something would come up, or I’d just be too tired to sit at the computer.
Sometimes I wish this blog wasn’t anonymous so I could share photos of my kids and the things we’ve all gotten up to. In fact, I thought about starting a second blog that wasn’t anonymous, but then I felt like I’d be cheating on my followers. Having a bit on the side, so to speak!
Plus it can be SO liberating to speak your mind freely!
To start things off again, I wanted to share with you all a little confrontation I had with my now 7-year-old daughter this morning.
Daughter: “Mummy, can I play with the iPod?”
Me: “No, darling, we don’t play with the iPod during the week”
Daughter: “You’re a bad Mum!”
Me: “You’re a bad daughter!”
Daughter: “Well, you’re the worst Mum in the world!”
Me: “Well, you’re the worst daughter in the world!”
Daughter: “Well, you’re the worst Mum a daughter could ever have!”
Me: “Well, you’re the worst daughter a Mum could ever have!”
…silence….
Mum: 1 Daughter: 0
Pathetic, am I not?
Hee hee.
To the woman at the gym:
Once you’ve finished using a piece of gym equipment – get up and go! Don’t sit on it and have a lovely chit chat to your friend on the equipment next to you. And don’t pretend that you can’t see me in the mirror glaring at you!
To the idiot neighbour doing DIY at midnight last night:
It was a very hot night and I’m sure everyone was having trouble sleeping; so why would you think it’s a good idea to start up your saw and do some DIY? It wasn’t.
To the guy scratching his private parts while waiting for the pedestrian lights to change:
Do you honestly think you are invisible?! You’re not.
To the person down the road who has placed a sign on the footpath selling a stereo:
You do not spell stereo as ‘sterio’. Why make us all suffer through your bad spelling?
To the lifestyle magazine I read espousing the genius design of having a vertical garden in the kitchen:
How will these plants grow without being in the sun? And how can you water the pots that are at the top of the wall? And where will the excess water go? Think, people!
I’ve been thinking lately about how much I am living in denial (denial/de Nile/a river in Egypt, get it? Comedy gold!).
I WILL NOT lose weight if I keep sneaking in little bits of chocolate.
I WILL NOT ever be the same weight as I was before kids.
I WILL NOT ever have the same sex drive as I did before kids (sorry, hubby but it’s the truth).
I WILL NOT get rid of those pesky little wrinkles by slathering my face with anti-wrinkle cream.
I WILL NOT bump into Brad Pitt in the street and have him fall madly in lust with me (although, the way he’s looking at the moment, maybe it’s time to move on to a new celebrity affair pass).
I WILL NOT suddenly have double the amount of funds in my bank account just because I’ve checked the balance a few times in the one day.
I WILL NOT be offered a job that will pay me double what I’m currently on but with half the responsibility and work hours.
But I can keep dreaming…..
