Frustrated. Last week, wrote a complex list of things
to do with the family, and now all has gone to pieces.
Oversight #1: inclusion of small baby-like creature
means that doing anything takes 8 million times longer. Sidenote – everything she
does she does with such intense cuteness that everyone (me included) falls into
a pile on the floor, tongues lolling out of their mouths, telling each other
how beautiful she is.
Oversight #2: weather. Personally, can think of nothing
better than 37 lovely degrees of joy and wonder, but others disagree, and so
from 10 a.m. til 4 p.m., all that can happen in the house is wandering around,
planting kisses on unimpressed baby and eating things.
Aunt is now singing Silent Night to baby in a desperate
attempt to force sleep on her. The words have now changed to “Mama needs a
break/ Mama is tired / please go to sleep / little scheisse”.
Wish to be one of those people who can get things
done. Would herd family members out of the house like Jewish bison and
seamlessly shepherd them into their respective cars with clear and concise
instructions – all the while maintaining a cool authoritative edge and not
resorting to stealing baby and yelling from outside “I have your child, now
follow me.”
On the side that is bright, am excited and a little
scared of surprise birthday bash tomorrow. Actual birthday is on Saturday, but
tomorrow I have been instructed to meet friends at nine for day full of mystery
and presents (hopefully). Faith in friends is battling with worry at their sick
senses of humour; possible that they will meet me only to say “we’re going for
a hike in the midday sun, where we shall have to catch our own food, and –
because it’s your birthday – you get to skin it” or “here are your presents,
hope you like World’s Greatest Cricketers
DVDs and herbal tea”. No. Must trust in people.
17 seems like a pointless birthday – no added benefits
but more responsibility. My dad pointed out that ABBA’s Dancing Queen was 17,
but the only song I can think of with 17 in it is by Janice Ian, and is too
depressing for words. And the Jet song, which is groovy but don’t understand
lyrics.
Jolly Thursday!
P.S. Forgot to say that Sherlock Holmes 2 is VERY VERY cool and I would recommend it.
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