rocking the suburbs

My day in a nutshell:

Levi and Bee up at 5. Woke the rest of us with their arguing. Scarley meltdown. Floors mopped. Bathroom cleaned. Scarley scaled, and fell off kitchen bench. Left for park. Park playdate. Left for supermarket so I could buy tofu for highly-coveted peking tofu dinner. Big two fought. Scarley meltdown. Little old lady informed me these were the best days of my life. Video store. Levi and Bee select a DVD each. Scarley meltdown. I give up on selecting my own. Return home. Discover I left the gate open and the dog has gone missing. Neighbour returns dog. Discover sunglasses are missing. Search for sunglasses. Look in car and discover tofu has fallen out of the shopping bag and is now inedible. Consider crying. Abandon crying as now cat has escaped. Retrieve cat. Call mother. Lecture children on why conducting shadow puppet theatre at 9pm is unacceptable. Start to mow. Girls lose the plot. Give up and listen to music on headphones while children watch playschool. Start to cook dinner. Scarley meltdown. End up sitting on kitchen floor crying surrounded by bay leaves with hysterical Scarley on lap. Make dinner. Mow. Shower. Read Green Eggs and Ham multiple times. Vodka. Send husband out for takeaway.

In case you missed it, in September last year, we bought a house. Our first house. And we've slowly been turning it into our home. Somewhere that is not only our refuge and place of calm, but somewhere that we feel proud to call our own.

So last week I mowed the lawn. Up until now it's been Shan's job- but as he's been busy, and we're eliminating one gender stereotype at a time, I did it. The same thing happened this week- he's been getting home really late, and it needed doing. So I attempted to do it.

But couldn't find my sunglasses, and due to paranoia about being blinded by a flying pebble, I waited until Shan was home. By this point I had a badly mascara-tracked face. I was wearing my maternity pants and my 'only kale can save us now' tank. I'd borrowed Shan's sunglasses- they're currently broken, and one of the bits-that-go-over-your-ears has snapped off. In desperation to get the fecking job done already, I borrowed Bee's  Snow White headband to hold them in place.

The neighbours think I'm mad.

But the lawn looks great.