We always joke about how our children have no end. When we socialise our lot will last to the bitter, bitter end. They will not go to sleep like other people’s children who eventually collapse on a couch at about 21h00. Oh no, our kids are like Energizer Bunnies, they just keep going. Even if we eventually put them to bed at 22h00 (I know, bad parents, go right ahead and judge me, I really don’t care) they will be up bright and early the next morning, ready for the next round.
Point in case:
Yesterday we went to friends for lunch. As luck would have it there were 8 adults and 12 kids so from a parent:child ratio we were in deep shit if we had to entertain them. But, there was a monster slip ‘n slide that the kids loved and once Tertia established the Rules of The Slip ‘n Slide we didn’t see our kids FOR FOUR HOURS. We dragged them off the slide briefly to try and feed them something off the braai and then again for an ice cream, but otherwise we did not see them. They ran up and down and around and around, taking the odd tumble into the garden and out over the edge of the slip ‘n slide, but there were no tears and no drama. Not once.
In the end we had to deflate the whole thing just to get them to stop. And only then did they realize that they were (a) very cold and (b) very hungry. We stuffed them into the car and sped home, dunked them in the bath and fed them on the couch, which we never never do. They ate and ate and ate and ate and then promptly passed out.
We are SO getting a slip ‘n slide. Or a pool. Imagine!
In other news, I felt like crap last night, stomach cramps, bloated, headache, the works. I couldn’t figure out why until I started thinking about what I ate. I only had 2 drinks the whole day, so it wasn’t that.
I realised that I had tucked into the most delicious little ‘rooster koekies’ made from beautiful white dough and my body was having absolutely none of it. I haven’t eaten bread or anything with wheat for quite a while now and am horrified at what it did to me. I still felt ‘hungover’ and miserable this morning. This makes me very, very sad as warm white bread is one of my favourite things. In fact, the only thing better is fresh, warm white bread dripping with butter, apricot jam and cheese. But I digress.
So, as it turns out, those horrible things they say about gluten are true, or at least for Daniel and myself. Sigh.
ps: I was reading fairy tales with the kids tonight and they were all talking about the wishes they would make when they next put a coin in the wishing well at Cape Garden Centre. Isabel wished that her Grannies and Grandpas could be young again, which I thought was just too lovely. But then she also wished that Ouma Hannie could have pink hair… Bless.