I am a work-from-home mom with 3 children. The title of my blog comes from the initial of each of their first names. The eldest is 11 years old, her name is Tomato, the second is 9 years and her name starts with a B so she is Bacon and the baby boy is 5 and he is Lettuce. Join me in the adventures of me and my family and any other issues that I feel that I need to get off my chest! Hopefully my blog will give you "food for thought" and a bit of a giggle :)
As a child I loved loved LOVED playing in my Wendy house. It was
in very bad shape - a big hole in the roof and a door that wouldn't close and a
sand floor. The asbestos (wheeze) walls which
had never been painted, made the inside very dark but I didn’t care, I had my
dishcloth and my dolls and I played house with my one old wire chair. It
was my own private space where nobody would disturb me (this may have had
something to do with the massive spider population with which I shared the
place) and quite honestly, as the fourth child, if I was busy playing and out
of everyone’s hair, everyone was pretty happy. Seriously I had an awesome and imaginative childhood.
Whenever we go to friends or to a play area that has a little house my 2
chicks are drawn like moths to a flame and I end up having to drag them out
kicking and screaming when it's time to go home. So when a friend of
mine, Yvonne said she had a little house that her kids had finished playing
with, I jumped at the opportunity to bring the little house home.
It was a surprise for the girls, so when they saw it for the first time,
set up in the corner of the garden, they went berserk with excitement! Both of them
started emitting high-pitched sounds (that only neighborhood dogs could hear)
and they ran around in circles in the garden, too excited to go near it.
Yvonne is probably the kindest and most generous person that I have ever had
the good fortune to meet, so she also sent along the entire contents of the
house, which included a princess kitchen (with all the bells and whistles), a
dressing table with a heart-shaped mirror, table, chairs, ironing boards,
toaster, kettle, cutlery and crockery etc the list just goes on, the girls can almost
start a catering company with all they have in there. She also sent along beautiful material for
curtains and fun stickers for the walls.
Some of the items that they had received for inside the house were a bit
dusty and needed a wipe so I thought this was the perfect opportunity to teach
the girls to clean their own stuff before arranging it as they saw fit.
They were only too happy to jump in and help, especially when the bucket of
warm soapy water arrived, fun fun fun. I didn't help at all, I just wiped
the remaining water off because their idea of wipe the item vs. bath the item, are
very similar. I arrived with refreshments (after 5 minutes of cleaning)
and Tomato, panting from the massive exertion of cleaning for 5 minutes, wipes
her brow with her arm and says "Mommy, I feel just like
Cinderella!" I'm assuming this is Cinderella before the invite to the Ball, but she was just thrilled to be able
to relate to her favorite character that she didn't mind cleaning at all.
Bacon lost a bit of interest and just wanted to get into the house but Tomato
finished off and before long was ready to move the furniture in.
I gave them a few minutes to decide where the furniture should go and
then I helped move it in for them and then left again while they packed their
shelves and the lighter stuff into the house. When they were settled in I
was invited for tea. There was a big cordoned off space in the one
corner. In response to my puzzled expression, Tomato matter-of-factly
pointed out that this was, of course, the naughty corner for her sister.
No house is complete without a naughty corner apparently. Anyway my tea was a bit muddy and leafy but
all-in-all it was a good cuppa made with love by Tomato and Bacon.
Well the house was in good nick but needed a little bit of freshening up
so Dad set off with the girls to Builder’s Warehouse. Even though he only needed to replace a few
rotting planks on the patio (yes they even have a patio) they came back with
everything bar the kitchen sink (and that was only because they already have
one from Aunty Yvonne) and paint swatches (pink and purple – duh!) Excitement
was running high.
The renovation plan read as follows:
Objective: Restore Fairy Cottage for new owners
1.Remove and replace rotting wood on
patio floor - Dad
2.Sand and adjust door to close
properly - Dad
3.Install new door latches and hooks:
a.to hook open - Dad
b.to hook closed - Dad
c.to hang pretty things on outside -
d.to hang pretty things on inside -
4.Install ceiling board with Think
Pink Aerolite (I kid you not!) - Dad
5.Fit wall-to-wall carpeting (with 2
loose triangle carpets as requested by owners) - Dad
6.Installation of solar powered baby Chinese
hanging lanterns inside and outside to gain maximum evening use - Dad
7.Sand and paint exterior in pastel
pink with lavender detail – Cosmos (painter extraordinaire)
8.Decorate interior with bunnies and
flowers - owners
9.Custom made curtains with matching
tie backs, scatter cushions and aprons - Meema
Well I am pleased to say that all the items have been completed and the
owners moved into their Fairy Cottage on Sunday.
They managed to sleep in the house until 12am when they needed to be
moved back to the main house.
I would have given anything to have had a Wendy house like this - this is truly every little girl’s dream :-)
Last week I invigilated a test that was written by my 2nd
year business students. Oh but before I
continue, I just remembered, when the spell-check went mad on the spelling of the word "invigilate," my wonderful mother (whom I have dragged into the 21st
century kicking and screaming) saw one of my status updates on Facebook using
this word and kindly sent me an email to correct my spelling! So I can guarantee that “invigilated” is
spelled correctly (I’m sure you were wondering). Anyhoo, as I mentioned, I watched paint dry
invigilated last week.
What I find particularly amusing, is the student brain
when a test is approaching, they literally go into a holding pattern. Then, after they have made their stress known
to anyone who will listen, they then go into test-mode. Test-mode includes:
·Donning “I’m gonna smash this test”
·Sporting comfy shoes for the long
·Bringing pens and kokis of all
colors to pretty-up the test paper (girls)
·Bringing 1 old pen (boys)
·Sucking the vending machine dry of dehydration
and starvation deterrents
·The start of nervous bladder
·Arranging good luck charms
Now seeing as I had plenty of time on my hands during
this process and I was trying desperately to stay awake, I was able to
scrutinize the participants and came up with a group of finalists, whom I
painstakingly narrowed down to the prize winners in the various
categories. The prize for my favorite
outfit, went to the girl who sat right in the front wearing a short black
mini-skirt and long grey Wellington
boots, with white skulls all over them.
The skulls all sported different features (because obviously if they
were all the same, that would look ridiculous).
The prize for my favorite comfortable shoes (and it
was a close call with the skull wellies nearly winning a double-whammy, because
they looked mega-comfy and this can surely be the only reason she wears them) went
to the girl wearing….. wait for it….. slippers.
Yes it is apparently important to wear comfortable shoes when you have
to sit for 90 minutes straight. Now I am
not a gambling girl but I would bet all of my hard-earned money on the fact that
she had inherited said slippers from her Grandmother who had worn them until
her bunions ultimately achieved their goal and broke free through the threadbare
material on the one side.
At this stage I would like to point out that the test
is written during the weekly lecture time-slot so as not to disrupt other
lectures that the student is required to attend. The lecture is normally 2 hours, the test is
only 1½, but it’s different because IT’S A TEST!!
At least coming up with my 2 fashion winners had taken
a bit of mind-numbing time, but there was another distraction from waiting to
change the “time remaining” on the whiteboard and it came in the form of: – student
questions during the exam. My 2
1. Usually the instructions intimidate the
students so I wasn’t too surprised when a hand shot. Excited that the monotony was broken, I rushed over to the young lady who had called me over to ask
“is this what you mean when you say leave a line between each answer?” Um I’m not sure what else that can mean but
okay I’ll fall for it. “Yes, that is
2. Then I got “Do we have a lecture after
this?” Seriously?? Let’s work this out together shall we? The lecture slot is 2 hours, the test is 1½
hours and it took 10 minutes to settle everyone and to hand out the papers
before they actually started writing.
This left us with 20 minutes for a lecture. Then there is the usual 15 minute tea break
in the lecture which brings us to a whole 5 minutes remaining, during which I
would need to collect the final test scripts, so no sweetie it seems pretty
unlikely to me, based purely on the time allocation, that we would be having a
lecture after this! But instead I took a
deep breath and replied kindly:
is no lecture after this.”
Off I went to change the “time remaining” on the
whiteboard, being very careful not to bash my head against it in frustration
(it smudges, I’ve learned from previous head banging in class) because, another
hand was in the air, waiting with another mind-blowing question for me to wrap
my mind around – ooh I wondered what this one could be……. ah yes, bladder issues! *sigh* how sad that again, due to the boredom, I found this at least entertaining.