sunday BLOODY sunday
sunday morning got off to an abrupt start when at 3.30am charles and i woke up simultaneously screaming at each other, "why did you turn on the light?"
outside the sky was white, as lightning bold after lightning bolt flashed across the sky. not good. suddenly, there was a streak of lightening, and then SMACK. loud lightning.
and voices.
FLASH – CLAP
the kids weren’t so much scared, but intrigued. (jasper was a little weepy.) something loud had woken them up, what was it? they were desperate to get back to sleep, but it took them a good hour to get back to sleep. doors were banging all over the house, and it was a very loud time. thankfully, by 4.30am, instead of thunder clapping, it was rumbling, which as i have learned, means it is going away.
so they woke up again. charles went to the early service. and then it was the 11am, and i was teaching sunday school. a pretty good lesson, say so myself. the kids were very cute. we play this cuthroat game called find the Bible, which they love.
charles then left for singapore (bye bye honey, bring me back some noodles), which meant i had four kids to entertain all by myself (to quote eric carmen…which i shouldnt do). odila, joel, "tewwi" (also sans husband) and olivia and christopher invited us to lunch so we went to dan ryans.
people can be so kind, we have some friends at church who saw odila and i trying to herd the kids into a taxi (joel was helping terri with her herd) and they held umbrellas over our heads as we clamboured in…it’s the little things.
the kids were good at dan ryans, until jasper, who was sitting next to odila said, "odila, i want to go right now." immediately terri and i looked at him and said, "are you going to vomit?" and he said no. i then asked if he had done a poo, or was going to. no and no. he climbed on to my lap and two minutes later was asleep.
after lunch i woke up a vile jasper who no longer wanted a helium balloon. problem? it was yellow. "the others" went in one direction, we went in another, as we got on to an escalator, jasper let go of my hand to pick up some money, and fell. you can imagine the gasp from the crowd. i instructed the other kids to stay at the top and dashed back the steps to pick up jj. all these women outside louis vuitton, "oh look at that little baby."
please.
my day discentegrated like newsprint in the rain after that. the taxi ride started with sebastian yanking carys by the hood of her jacket because she was getting in first and i had told him to. oh ho, the tears.
and then the fighting as helium balloons became entangled, people cried (me almost) because there wasn’t enough room on mummy’s lap for everyone.
and then at home, adam, chad, ashleigh and ella (1 year old!) came up for pizza dinner. and the kids were repulsive. sebastian was so cheeky.
chad and i decided to blame it on the bad weather and after seeing how foul my four were, he beat a hasty retreat.
i had enough. the triplets were in bed at 6.45 and asleep at 6.56. sebastian and i had a talk, and i explained why he hadn’t been given dessert and why we wouldn’t be reading "the lion, the witch and the wardrobe". we had a cuddle and then he went to bed. i read my Bible for a bit, had a cup of tea, and then watched csi.
and then it was pretty much over.
