AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!

Does anybody want a 15 year old? (He will be 16 in Feb) You can have him for free, I won’t ask for payment. He has is a GEM of a child, with lots of perks. Here, I’ll list them for you to wet your appetites a bit…

- There are guaranteed mood swings and grumpiness.
- He will never say hello, thank you or good morning. (Even though you have taught it to him since he was little)
- He will probably punch holes in your doors when he looses his temper over something stupid like bumping his head or spilling something on himself.
- He has no regard for rules whatsoever, and will blatantly disobey them – no matter how explicitly you lay them and the consequences of breaking them out for him.
- He will never lift a finger around the house and if he does (after you have asked him like 100 000 000 000 000 times to do something) it is a HUGE effort for him and takes forever.
- And homework and studying for tests is ALL left to the very last minute - or just not done at all.

Now, I ask you doesn’t he just sound like the perfect child? He is 100% rebellious and unpleasant all the time, and he thinks believes he is always right.

Ok. Let me get serious for a moment. I am not really going to give my son away (I mean, I am sure the people will be breaking down my door to have him…). No, I am going to do what Bree did in Desperate Housewives and drive him out to some forsaken garage in the middle of the Karoo desert and leave him there to do whatever he wants with himself.

I am just feeling SO utterly “moedeloos”^*. My husband has been away this week on business and since Monday, there have been non stop issues with this kid. I removed his bedroom door on Tuesday evening because he punched a hole in my bathroom door on Monday. Then on Tuesday he was at his friend’s house (which he knows is not allowed) – and I had to speak to him about that too on Tuesday evening and remind him that the rules are no friends during the week. No having friends over and no going to friends’ house. Fridays is ok – then there is a bit of freedom to do that, but Monday to Thursday it is not allowed. And I had to lay out some kind of punishment that will take place if this rule is not obeyed.

Yesterday (Wednesday) I discover (after 8:00pm only) that the one bedroom window is broken. He had had a friend over and there were silly games played in the house and someone got pushed and fell back into the window. Now, thank God no one was hurt – it could have been an absolute disaster had that happened. But the fact remains – none of this would have happened if the rules had been obeyed, right? If he had shown just a modicum of respect and obedience – this would not have happened. I wouldn’t be all upset, I wouldn’t have had to punish anyone and there wouldn’t be a “vibe” around the house.

(I am the cause of the vibe though because I am so totally PISSED OFF!!!)

erm….

So now, not only does he not have a bedroom door, but he has no cell-phone, his bedtime has been moved back an hour and there will be no going to play soccer on the weekends with friends – for the rest of this month. And I think we will put him into the Primary School Aftercare Center too so he wont be able to come home alone everyday anymore either. See, when I spoke to him on Tuesday I told him that I would take away ALL his privileges if he didn’t stick to the rules, and he said he didn’t have any. Well, now he really doesn’t have any and we will see how he feels about that.

I have absolutely had it! And all of this in THREE days – I am ready to just move to another town, no city, no continent! Either that or send him to another planet.

My offer still stands – any takers, anybody….

^* It is an Afrikaans term used here in South Africa to express that you are absolutely hopeless – it just doesn’t sound as good as “moedeloos”.





~~published on behalf of an internet access-less Brigitte by her sister Angel~~

MY HUSBAND – THE Plumbers ARSE!!!

Here we have another PERFECT example of what happens when husbands don’t or won’t listen to their wives.

Ok, so here’s the story. My dishwasher stopped heating up the water when it washes, because it is not hooked up to the hot water, it uses cold water which it heats to save energy. So I have to get it fixed because I am now SO spoiled with having it that I cannot stand washing by hand.

Anyway, I contact “a guy” who will come to pick it up and take it to be repaired because it’s “probably just something small like the thermostat or the element (or both…)”. Great so they will be in on Thursday to pick it up.

This is where My Hubby comes in. He insists that we will have to disconnect the dishwasher from the connection in the wall and have it ready to go when they get to my house to pick it up. (I, on the other hand, am sure they will probably be able to do all that – but NO! – I mean what, I ask you, do I know???). So Last night, before I can get dinner started he’s moved the dishwasher out of it’s little space in the kitchen and is in under the counter trying to get the pipe disconnected. Now logic tells me to switch the water OFF outside at the main tap – but he says it will not be necessary. Who am I to argue?

Within 2 minutes the little tap connection he is trying to tighten, or loosen or whatever, with pliers, breaks. Water BURSTS out of the pipe, no the hole in the wall in a huge spray flooding everything (including him) in seconds!

So now he has created four, five, no, TEN times the amount of work for himself. And all because he wouldn’t listen to me. Because he has to now dry up the wet floor and kitchen in general, and get somebody out to fix the broken wall fixture, and get the dishwasher repaired.

We now have no water (after I ran like a mad woman to switch it off outside), and all his attempts to try to block the hole in the wall are useless. I throw my toys and tell him I’m going to my mother. I haven’t had a shower and I cannot go to work without one. I cannot even go to the toilet! How am I supposed to get anything done with no water. He should have just left everything for the pro’s to do when they got here!! Well my husband and my oldest some both ran around fetching water in pots, bottles and kettles from the garden tap (which still worked) and boiling it all up to make enough hot water for me to bath in – LOL!!!

This morning was fun too trying to wash our faces, make breakfast, brush our teeth and do our hair without running water. It is amazing how much one uses just to do those things!! My kids really had an eye opener to how fortunate we are, and how awful it is for those people living in rural areas who don’t have running water and have to walk long distances just to get some in a bucket to carry back home.

Maybe next time he will listen to me. I doubt it, but one can always hope…


~~posted for Brigitte by her sister Angel

Invincible Poopie

Here’s a funny story to put a smile on your faces. On Sunday night when I came home from church one of the kids had used the toilet at some stage (we will never know who it was) and left a “floater” after flushing. Now this is something that really makes me gril and I cannot use a toilet if there are still remnants of the previous person still in the bowl. This is something Barry thinks is very funny. Same as I can’t use the basin to brush my teeth if it hasn’t been rinsed first – yuk!!

Anyway, I discover the “floater” and take action. I pile some loo paper on top of it and flush – waiting with baited breath to see if it has worked – but alas, all the loo paper is gone – but the “floater” is still there – smug and smirking at me. I wait for the tank to fill up with water and try again. To no avail! It just duck and dives through the loo paper and stays on top – once again all the loo paper is gone but not the “floater”. “Ag come on!” I cry in frustration, much to Barry’s delight in the bedroom! “Is it still there babe?” He asks – but I can here the laughter hiding just beneath his “concern”. I go to the room and get into bed deciding I have done all I can – it will have to stay till morning. But I can’t.

I can hear it taunting me from the toilet bowl, chuckling smugly to itself – feeling invincible!! Hence it gets it’s title – The Invincible Poopie. I get up and go back to the toilet. I again apply the loo paper – trying to place it carefully to cover it properly so it can’t escape the tissue trap I made for it – but lo and behold, it does and I can just hear it squealing with glee at it’s great escape once more.

I go back to the room – frustrated, and Barry is trying to hide a smile. “Won’t it go?” he asks again (trying not to laugh at my frustration). And he starts to giggle, and I start to giggle – it has us totally stumped and we both sit in the bed laughing to the tears roll. All in all I try SIX times to flush the miserable piece of shit, but I have no luck. I throw up my hands and tell Barry it’s his turn – I cannot and will not wake up to it in the morning and he has to try now.

He gets up out of bed, goes to the toilet and flushes it and it’s gone. Just like that! I cannot believe it. I couldn’t get rid of it and he doesn’t even try. He just flushes the loo ONE TIME and it’s gone.

Now I can sleep – and not be plagued by thoughts of the nasty little floating poopie that wouldn’t flush away still lingering in the toilet.

But when I think about my little battle with the ALMOST invincible poopie – I still chuckle.

posted for Brigitte by her sister Angel

THIS IS MY PRAYER FOR MY SON

Find Your Wings – Mark Harris

 

It's only for a moment you are mine to hold
The plans that heaven has for you
Will all too soon unfold
So many different prayers I'll pray
For all that you might do
But most of all I'll want to know
You're walking in the truth
And If I never told you
I want you to know
As I watch you grow

Chorus:
I pray that God would fill your heart with dreams
And that faith gives you the courage
To dare to do great things
I'm here for you whatever this life brings
So let my love give you roots
And help you find your wings

May passion be the wind
That leads you through your days
And may conviction keep you strong
Guide you on your way
May there be many moments
That make your life so sweet
Oh, but more than memories

Chorus:
I pray that God would fill your heart with dreams
And that faith gives you the courage
To dare to do great things
I'm here for you whatever this life brings
So let my love give you roots
And help you find your wings

It's not living if you don't reach for the sky
I'll have tears as you take off
But I'll cheer as you fly

 

Chorus:
I pray that God would fill your heart with dreams
And that faith gives you the courage
To dare to do great things
I'm here for you whatever this life brings
So let my love give you roots
And help you find your wings

…don’t have words to explain how spot on this prayer is that I have prayed for my little boy. Just tears…

Our children are, after all – His, not ours.

 

 

ANYTHING BOYS CAN DO, GIRLS CAN DO BETTER!!!

I proved it this weekend!! I went fishing and camping with my husband this past weekend. He is the Marshall of a small lake where a club has fishing rights, so I enjoy a certain amount of respect and honor amongst the club members and they call me Mrs. Marshall or Mrs. “M”, which I quite enjoy. I have even got a “camo” jacket like the rest of them.

 

Anyway, on Sunday (the last day of our trip) my husband was not near his rods. One had a fish on so I called to him to come and get the rod. When I looked again the rod was being pulled into the water too!! The first thing that went through my mind was the amount of money that rod had cost – and before I knew what I was doing I grabbed the rod and was reeling in the fish, it was a big mother trucker!! But because I am an amateur I held the line too tautly and it pulled out of the fish’s mouth and he got away. At the same time the second rod had a run too so I grabbed that one too!! This fishy I landed with the help by now of my husband. It was also a rather large fish – my husband says it was probably around 7 kg’s.

 

Anyway, about 2 hours later my husband was off preparing the rest of the angling beats for a competition next weekend and I was alone with the rods. And another Fisherman’s wife was there with me. She had her two babies along to play on the bank (one a toddler and one not walking yet). Next thing her husband rod starts to run and so she leaves her youngest baby with me and runs off to get his rod and while she is away my husband rods both get runs, and there I am with a baby in hand…

 

Well the other wife came charging back and took her baby from me and the two of us (she with a baby on the hip) managed to land two nice sized fish and released them safely again. It was good fun!! Both those fish were also 7kg and more in size. My husband is very proud and happily tells the club members that his “wife put ears on him this past weekend!!” LOL!!