I kept Skip and Flip home yesterday and today on the account of Flip having developed “le nasale snotay” and I didn’t want it to develop further than it already is. Skip I kept home, just to keep Flip company so that I could try and work a bit.
It’s been a bit crazy actually. A situation for which I naturally blame my hubby. (of course, if we can’t blame our husbands for these things, then who can we blame?).
Follow my thinking for a second here… If he hadn’t insisted on having his laptop in MY office, this would never have happened. It’s like he doesn’t accept that my business has to take over a whole (albeit tiny) bedroom in our home.
NO. It has to be OUR office. He has to have space on MY desk for HIS laptop.
Now, since he’s not here during the day, that shouldn’t be a problem, since I usually link up his laptop to the scanner and then use it as part of my routine when I’m working, so that I can have the printer attached to my computer. It’s not an ideal situation, but it works. At least my desk is a door that I’ve put on trestles (and painted white) so it’s larger than normal.
However, hubby’s laptop also has the big external hard drive attached which has all the kids movies, and our favorites backed up on it, so the kids have become accustomed to “daddy’s putah” being the home entertainment station. Because yeah, dstv pretty much doesn’t have enough stuff on it (insert your preferred level of sarcasm here).
So now, I get interrupted 100x more than normal, by the kids trying to watch something on daddy’s laptop, Skip wanting to use MS Paint on the laptop, begging me to print out various pictures that he makes, one of them needing help getting onto daddy’s office chair (which is in the way anyway) then having the other one hanging off me, trying to get onto my lap to watch whatever the other one is doing, or begging me to do farmville or cafe world or frontierville or in fact anything vaguely entertaining for them. This would normally only be an issue if they were off school, because naturally when they’re normally home on weekends we’re either out doing stuff, or they’re being cute and cuddly with daddy.
BUT since the Soccer World Cup is on, and Daddy has made it his mission to watch every single game on TV aside from the two that he is getting to watch live (England vs Algeria tonight, and one of the quarterfinals as well), the kids are now bugging me during the time I would normally go into my sanctuary, close the door and work like blazers as well.
So what happens is Dad is out in the lounge hogging the television or generally just suffering from uncommunicative male with remote syndrome, and I’m STILL not able to be as productive as I’d like to be.
In fact the only reason I’m getting this blog post out right now is because the kids are fighting over the little airport that has this arm that lifts up the little propeller plane flies it at varying heights around the control tower and then lowers it again.
Yesterday I decided it had been far to long since I picked up my camera, and took some photos of Skip and Flip, who were being a bit moody with me and not their usual smiley, posey selves.
As you will see from these pics that I took.
Skips mood is quite obvious, and it led me to process the photos in black and white, and add noise to increase the sense of drama!
Flip was sitting in his little leather armchair that we bought for them both (they each have their own) and the way he was lounging in it reminded me that one day too, he will probably suffer from uncommunicative male with remote syndrome, but for now he is still unbearably cute, even if we’d reached the scary part in “Nemo” as you will see from his slightly concerned expression.
Skip on the other hand is looking livid that I’m *forcing* him to watch something he’s seen more than 100x rather than letting him watch Ben X, which is of course, on ‘daddy’s putah’.
I’m writing this to you, with the sounds of that squirrel in Ice Age 3 struggling to hold onto his beloved acorn…
Yes, my kids are watching too much TV.
It’s the school holidays.
SUE ME.
Okay, now I feel bad.
Just so that you know I’m not totally ditching them to that great babysitter in a box, here’s some proof that we actually take them out regardless of the weather, for some great exercise. (though I suspect this was the start of Flips “le nasale snotay”)
One more thing!
I did a post over at my other blog, about why the brand new released Apple Mac Mini is perfect for my mom! Head over there if you’re interested!
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I just upgraded my blogs across the board to the new WP 2.9 and for some reason it’s bollocksing up the code on one of them. I type it out painstakingly tag for tag, and then as soon as I hit save or publish, it buggers it up again. Annoyance of the highest factor.
The other thing is that at the moment, the other parental unit is on holiday. He is making it his mission to moan at me every time I so much as breathe near the computer. I am starting to wonder when ‘what I do’ is going to SINK THE F*CK INTO his brain.
I am a photographer who needs to edit photos, sell stock photos, maintain an online portfolio, research techniques.
I am a graphic designer who needs to design all sorts of stuff, sell stock images and again, maintain an online portfolio and research new ideas and techniques.
I am a blogger who maintains a network of blogs. I produce original content, learn good white hat SEO techniques, am in the process of redesigning each of these sites single-handedly (whilst learning how to along the way), any hesitancy or laziness in this regard directly begins to affect my income. Yes, I earn money blogging. But I am not yet at the stage where I can show him a hundred thousand dollar cheque and tell him to shut the hell up. Not yet. Until then, I suppose he will make it his mission to wave his paw dismissively and say ‘bah’ everytime I try to explain this. I am very, very tired of trying to explain this.
So, while he is on holiday. I am not.
I am trying, very very hard to do what I need to do, during the times when he is otherwise indisposed (mindlessly watching cricket – you don’t see me moaning at him) and while the kid are happily playing with their new sandpit, and generally good natured and entertained. But there are a few random times during the day where I am in the middle of a thought process, trying to get something done, and his constant stream of interruptions is driving me mad.
Should we go to “XYZ” wine farm today?
What do you think of this?
Why don’t you go and play with the kids instead of playing on the computer (now my work has been downgraded to ‘playing’) all the time?
Are you going to help me clean the kitchen? Did you hear me in here? (Yes I did, and I was just wondering if you were going to help me fold the laundry fugnuts!)
Ugh.
I hate being the negative person, but I feel like I am stripping very ugly wall paper off very sticky walls right now, i.e. it may well be the most frustrated feeling in the world.
Anyhoo. I think the solution may be to get up even earlier, like say, maybe, 4am, and put in a solid 3 hours before anyone else is up. Then another 3 hours from 7pm till 10. That should just about cover what I need to do.
Yeah, maybe I just solved my own problem. Or at least solve it without involving meat cleavers, and skulls.
Sure, it would be easier to go and just find a job, or do a science job search but realistically, I’d much rather do this, and have the potential to really take off.
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This is one for the boys! My hubby used to go on an annual golf trip with about 20 friends.
They used to spare no expense, and visit some of South Africa’s premier golf resorts. They always talked about doing a ‘big one’ and travelling overseas for a trip. I wonder if they ever considered Vegas? I just recently read that Las Vegas is becoming one of America’s premier golfing destinations, and that Las Vegas Golf is becoming really popular.
It’s not hard to see why.
This is the Bali Hai Golf Club, one of three operated by Walters Golf.
I mean *seriously* look at this location? You can see the MGM Grand, and Mandalay Bay right from the course, meaning that this is one very well located course! This would be my first choice to play, purely from the location! Tee off in the morning, gamble in the evening!
There are two other Las Vegas course worth checking out, and they are the Royal Links Golf Club, and the Desert Pines Golf Club, both are well worth a look.
So ladies, if you’re not golfers yourselves, why not show your men these sites, and encourage them to book a good holiday – who knows there may be a spa visit in it for you, or better yet hit the slots!
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…and then wake up and realise you still have to complete ONE thing on your to do list. Ha Ha.
No, I jest, I’m ploughing through my work and enjoying the fact that I have Ice Age 2 being broadcast over my head (TV in bedroom is wall mounted). Skippy who is home, as it’s Tuesday, is all snuggled under the duvet watching. This is a good thing, because he has a ridiculous cough at the moment so I’m happy he’s just sitting still. Flipper is asleep in the next room, and I can actually get through some tasks without interruption. (Gets up to check on Flipper, and make tea).
Okay Flipper was actually awake, and playing with his toes through his cute little fleece babygro (onesie) and is now sitting on my lap trying to help me type. (whaming his hands up and down wildly, on the back of my hands while I try and see over his fuzzy little head, and type without making typos:)
With all this delightfully crappy weather we’ve been having this week (I’m sure it’s just to spite my in laws who are arriving at 07h50am on Thursday morning), it’s nice to dream of warmer times (at least of course until it get’s too warm and I start wishing for winter again), and tropical holidays or Disney cruises which I know Skippy would just *love*, plus cruises are notorius for having incredible food available 24/7, which having said that, is probably not a good thing for me. “Um, get off at this island? In the caribbean? What and miss lunch?” Heh.
Okay, back to the grindstone now.
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