NB: This is a revised post from The Beauty of Life
No photos; but given the subject matter I doubt you’d want them.
Easter Sunday. Awakened at 5am-ish. Surfeit of chocolate. Warning to children: don’t eat it all at once, or you’ll be sick. Decide to travel to our land for the day. It is raining, still.
Two hours later: arrive; ankle deep in mud. Kids decide to play in puddles; completely covered in mud, drenched to the skin. Kids having lots of fun. No spare clothes.
Moo does not make it to the toilet (hole in ground- see part one or part two above) in time. Very messy; I am not impressed.
Packing up time: car bogged. Walk to nearest farm in rain. Farmer tows car with tractor. Hardly laughs at us at all. Wash kids in tank water. Apparently water for bathing much colder than puddle water. Kids now not having fun either. Kids naked, clean-ish, grumpy and wrapped in blankets for trip home.
On the road: 7.30pm – Beaudesert McDonalds for dinner. Moo upset she is not allowed to enter restaurant naked to play in playground. Sit in car to eat. Tom finishes cheeseburger and announces he feels sick. I say: ‘if you’re going to spew – spew into this’ and hand over the paper bag the food came in. Matt smirks at movie reference. Tom says: ‘I don’t think I’m going to spe…..bleeeuuuuurrrkk. Luckily it all goes in bag; lucky too I didn’t follow the movie too closely and hand over a Dixie cup. Moo and Jimmy continue to eat chips and burgers unconcerned by drama unfolding next to them.
30 seconds later: Matt is holding naked vomiting child on grass verge in car park. Smirk has disappeared. I carry rapidly disintegrating paper bag of vomit to rubbish bin. It didn’t make the trip. I assume the mud covering my feet and calves repelled any splash back. My smirk disappears too.
Arrive home 8.30pm-ish. Tom throws (tiny) remainder of his easter eggs in rubbish bin. Announces: ‘I am never eating chocolate again’. Reminds me of his father (but never me) talking about red wine some mornings. Don’t say ‘I told you so’, even though I thought it. Shower three children and get them into bed. Load washing machine. Shower – paying particular attention to legs. Collapse in front of TV. Matt asks: ‘wanna beer?’
Whaddaya reckon I said?
