School holidays are nearly over and my sanity sent me a message through its people to my people stating Im only coming back when the little people are back in school. Im assuming thats the light at the end of whats been a very long and dark tunnel. Sometimes, I just dont do school holidays very well - nope, not at all. The park jaunts, sleep overs, play dates (where you invite over three little friends of your son/daughter and suddenly theres a dozen kids surrounding you like baby chicks with open mouths, all cheeping at once, and you ask yourself, where the hell did the others come from - was the car still moving when they were dropped off?) And in between I try to find time to do housework, prepare meals and dare I even mention work? The house is a bomb site, the kitchen is a work station that never stops and I silently think, I shall lay on the floor with a bottle of something medicinal and feel the earth spin. Of course that doesnt happen - I have to pencil it into my diary two weeks in advance for such indulgence. But what I have found during these times of family bonding is how much my children are into real food. No longer do they ask for take-away or snack constantly on bread - mainly because we dont have it in the house. Now they expect eggs (fried in butter thank you) for breakfast, or chicken casserole and salad for lunch and homemade pizza (banana flour base of course) for dinner. What have I created? Still, it doesnt take long to prep and organise. In one hand Im flipping sugarless pikelets made out of banana flour topped with cheese and tomato and in the other in the hand Im organising a green smoothie with anything that will resemble a blitzed frog. When family comes over to visit they ask What can I bring? Anything that hasnt got crap in it and if its meat, something youve just shot. I reply. My god sister who visited yesterday gave us a container of homemade dinosaur poo. Shes not Paleo, but she googled, found a recipe for raw treats and whipped up some tasty ball-like goodness. We all plunged into the container like raptors (manners non existent). Only a few more sleeps and my sanity will come back home. Mary.
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 09:44:53 +0000
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