Mother’s Day

Fuck I hate carnations. The thing is I always forget to tell hub and subsequently get the damn things for mother’s day.  Obviously can’t display signs of disappreciation when actually given them so need to murmur ‘how lovely’ and ‘thankyou’s while actually wishing he had at least got me cut flowers and not a plant of fuckin carnations, cause then at least they would die and I could throw them out :p

Granny K also got a pot so we have double carnation carnage in the house. Actually was very lovely gesture and  really shouldn’t be ranting about receiving flowers!

On a plus-side, Ryu drew me this awesome picture, complete with ribbon, shark eyes, and ‘thank you mummy’.

I was a potato head last year and this is such an improvement. Love that he loves drawing so much. His latest craze is tracing, tracing and more tracing. It can be frustrating though as he doesn’t like to make mistakes and yet still choose very intricate dinosaurs and Pokemon monsters.

On actual mother’s day itself an early soccer start meant no soggy toast and milky tea in bed – which I must admit has actually never happened as hub thinks idea of breakfast in bed utterly absurd.

So up at 6 to make Shou’s lunch and get his soccer shite sorted and him and hub out the door at five to seven to go pick up a tent, some balls and four 8 year olds for the second consecutive day of soccer, in which the best score they got was 5-0, a loss, and significantly not as embarrassing as 11-0 or 9-0.

Spent a somewhat enjoyable morning with Ryu and Marina, during which Ryu was renamed the ‘highest ranking leader of all leaders in ladybird finding kingdom’, or similar.  Maybe it’s because he’s the closest one to the ground I’m not sure but he has super ladybird spotting abilities. We came home with 9, and proceeded to leave them in the car where they half melted in the heat and got eaten by the 5 grass hoppers.

After bug searching we spent a good while on this

Have never met other people here. It’s a great thing, very challenging. Marina does the whole thing and just needs help getting up onto the flying fox at the end. Ryu did most of it but then got sidetracked by more ladybirds.

A five-minute walk down hill from here is the beach where we went for some rocky shore fun and antics, stopped short only be arrival of lone male in car – and sometimes I have crazy mother bear psychological issues where I think every male I don’t know who is within a certain vicinity of my children that even looks at us once is quite obviously a paedophile. Marina was not happy about having to walk back up the hill and was very vocal about her dislike for mummy and Ryu, and the shellfish, and quite possibly the ladybirds. She kept the attitude up the whole way home, got sent to her room for some personal reflection and growth time, which obviously wasn’t very successful as she was a little biatch all afternoon, forcing me to open mother’s day beverage ten minutes before the stroke of 5pm wine o’clock.

During the day – I think when I was curled up under my futon trying to ignore Marina’s cries of how the whole world was unfair and she was going to leave home because she hated me, and would never ever hold my hand again – I had a wee cry about not having my own mum for mother’s day.

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