Hagar looked lovingly across the table and sighed, “I was going to say ‘I love you’ but what came out was ‘you bitch, you’ve ruined my life’. This is a constant joke between us – ha ha ha! How we laugh! The children are revolting. Life is demanding and somehow, the tempo and pressure of life has gone off the scale and we are like hamsters on a wheel just trying to keep up with it.
It reminds me of Basil Fawlty:
Basil: “Oh, it’s my fault is it? I thought it was your fault for falling asleep or Manuel’s fault for not waking you, and all the while it was * my* fault. Oh, it’s so obvious now I’ve seen the light! Well, I must be punished then, mustn’t I?(slaps his bottom) You’re a naughty boy Fawlty, don’t do it again!”
I remember a male friend of mine, who had just been dumped calling all women, ‘snakes with tits.’
The Grenade had a summer fete at school where he had to enter an Egg Cresshead. We very diligently grew our cresshead egghead and then knowing that The Grenade is not a detail kind of kid, we racked our brains to try and find a concept that he could actually deliver himself. I am not one of those parents who does their child’s homework for them. I get really annoyed when I get homework from school that is very clearly for me and not for my child, and also knowing that we could get potentially sucked in to a massive, parent homework bully off. My little Johnny is not going to be made to look as educationally challenged child he is in real life – step in competitive parents. I am afraid my little fella is left to battle out his weaknesses, with our support, of course, but I have done my homework year’s ago and that was plenty thanks.
I chose the theme Garden of Eden. He is loving his clay modelling at the moment so I instructed him to rustle up a tree of life, a serpent (actually based on an anaconda, The Grenade’s favourite serpent) and an apple. We did art direct the apple a little. Hagar took the bite. I suggested the white clay on the inside. Hagar and I had two egg cups that we had painted for each other at a ceramics shop. It was our valentine’s gift to each other one year. It was childish but also, we thought it was funny and again, it was before children, when I hadn’t ‘ruined his life’!
(To be honest, these are the only egg cups we have in the house so it was our best option to somehow incorporate them into the theme. *Lightbulb moment* Garden of Eden. Perfect. )
In order to cover the rude bits, I bought some baby spinach leaves and stuck them over the offending genitalia, with non-toxic, glue.
Having created the Garden of Eden – see top pic – we instructed him to draw on the eggs by some miracle, some could say it was divine intervention, he drew the faces he did, which accurately reflected the mood in the garden, post Eve’s bite of the apple. Hurrah! Egg head fete entry, tick! So just in case, I decided that I would explain the theme to the Grenade so that he could, at least, if interrogated, demonstrate some working knowledge of what was going down on that ill fated day.
Right here goes – so God created man in his own form, then from his rib, he creates a women called Eve, but says, ‘whatever, you do don’t eat any apples from the Tree of Life.’ While Adam is not looking a serpent comes along and says, ‘eat the apple, you know you want to, apples are yummy.’ Eve eats apple. God is angry – I said, ‘don’t eat the apple!’ and sentences ‘Adam to hard labour and Eve gets childbirth.’ Oh I see, so it’s all our fault is it! Adam looks at Eve and says, ” I meant to say I love you but what came out was, you bitch, you’ve ruined my life!’
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That really is funny! Glad he won the thingame. I never do my kids’ homework either. Do I look like a flash card mummy to you?
Ha ha! Hmmmm let me think about that!
Fantastic! I’m still laughing!What did the exhibit get after all?
1st Place!! That was just a bobby bonus! Whoop! Whoop!
I want those egg cups!
V funny. I also refuse to do the kids’ homework for them, I went to school already although some days I do wonder whether the (life) lessons ever finished.
I fear not.
Ha ha! You’ll have to go to one of those paint your own ceramics shops – I went through a big let’s paint knobs on crockery phase in rebellion to no longer going clubbing! Oh God – no – jump aboard the fun bus – it’s a roller coaster! We just getting older, tireder and look shitter.
I found you by accident this week, but reading your blogs is just what I need. Working full time, I miss the connection with other military wives and the others in my office don’t get what it is to be mother and father during deployments. Isn’t it funny that across the globe that your experience rings so true. BTW, Your graphic egg cups made me laugh out loud. Keep it up. L
Brilliant – I am glad you love it. We are working up to deployment. Nobody really gets it, unless you do it and it’s such unique circumstances. Plus working too – you got a lot of stuff going on there, that needs this kind of light relief or not – I can’t guarantee it’ll always be funny though. Ahh! Australia – the land of milk and honey.
Shared dispair is welcome too. On this day, when we lose still more of our people overseas… yes.. the shared dispair is welcome too.
That’s hilarious! Visiting from Josie’s blog for the first time and have to say I just love your wordpress theme! I have the same one! Great taste or what?!
Yes – fabulous taste chum!!! Thanks for visiting. I’ll pop over to your place too. After the school run.
ha ha ha, this is genius! I love the egg cups and the story!
Thanks chick. I knew that you would love it. 😉
Oh my heavens!! LOL