in·ter·cept
[v. in-ter-sept; n. in-ter-sept] –verb (used with object)

1.to take, seize, or halt (someone or something on the way from one place to another);
2.to sieze a large can of shaving cream from the hands of a mischevious three year old child, at the right moment…

re·lief
[ri-leef]–noun
1.alleviation, ease, or deliverance through the removal of pain, distress, oppression, etc.
2. the emotion experienced when one discovers, after 3 days of panic, that their wedding and engagement rings have been stowed away in the hollows of a Ukulele, as opposed to buried in the backyard by a cheeky toddler.

Im actually very surprised that in their 3years of waging a war of disaster on my house, they haven’t discovered the mother load of ‘weapons of mass destruction’ that lie in my make-up drawer.

My cosmetics sit in a large perspex divided tray in the top drawer of my dresser. There is a plethora of loose eyeshadows, mascara, eyeliner pencils, liquid foundation, loose powders, lip glosses, lipsticks and even tiny ziploc sample bags and pots of mineral powder shadows and foundation. If one puts their mind to it, there really is a lot of potential in that one, unlocked, freely accessed drawer, to create enough mess and graffiti to keep me scrubbing and washing till they are are ready to be booted out of home.

On Wednesday morning, i tucked the kids into my bed in a desperate hope that the warmth of the electric blanket and the extra mummy cuddles would lull them into an extra 15mins of sleep.

Fat chance!

Actually, it lulled ME into a quick 15min power nap and since there was no bouncing on my head or doona tents being made i assumed the kids had joined me in my slumber… its so wrong to assume…

…continue reading the story called Tempting Fate

ARGHHHH MUST NOT MOVE SHARPIES FROM TOP OF MICROWAVE!!!

"Son, whats that supposed to be?"
"Its a sun, mummy"

He then spent 20mins avoiding me and commanding "I NOT wash hands!" whenever i opened my mouth to speak to him!

Nicholas was helping me make some Banana Cake last week and was getting annoyed that i wouldn’t let him sift the flour. Before turning my back to get the Vanilla from the pantry i asked him to stir the mashed bananas.

Instead, he decided to scoop some of the flour into the bananas, and onto the bench and floor and himself. I just sighed in frustration, dusted him off and thanked him for his help. Then took the stool away.

He protested wildly for about 30seconds then wandered off. I thought ‘Hmmm… that was a short tanty. Good" then continued on with the cake.

I got it into the oven and was halfway through washing up when there was a blip on my Disaster Radar… the house was quiet… TOO QUIET! I dumped the dishes and raced through the house. Bedrooms? No. Main Bathroom? No. Office? No. Oh wait… there was a light on in the office bathroom. I slide the door open and see :

…continue reading the story called Its Snowing… in my bathroom!!

The sound of continuous flushing always strikes terror in my heart!

Chris and I looked at each other in that silent exchange of:
"You go…"
"No you go…"
Then we both get up to go see what the commotion in the bathroom is all about.

…continue reading the story called How NOT to clean your shoes…