Anything To Avoid The Housework

I should have been busy sorting the house, trying to tidy up and get organised after having our bedroom re-decorated.  I should have been cooking.  I should have been cleaning. I should have been packing for the holiday which I may be on by the time you read this.

I was doing none of these.

What was I doing?

This...

"Aw, playing with Mini Cheddar though, that's good" I hear you say.

Well, it would have been if Mini Cheddar hadn't have been taking a nap. Yup, I was playing with her train set without her. I think I need help.  I'm 36 but clearly I think I'm still 6.

Sod it, the housework can wait, I've got a train to loserville to catch!

I must remember to put Scalextric on my Christmas list.

Why?

Photo credit: renjith krishnan

I was bathing my daughter the other night, as I have done alone for the past 5 weeks whilst my football playing numpty of a husband rests his broken ankle...have I mentioned that before by the way? Fnar fnar!

Anyway, every time I put the conditioner onto my daughters hair she says "Ooooh tawburry cold Mummy".  Which, in her language means "Ooooh that rather lovely strawberry conditioner is extremely cold Mummy".   It got me thinking....dangerous I know.  The thing is, whenever I condition my hair I always notice the conditioner is slightly colder than the shampoo.

Why?

Now, you're probably wondering where the hell I'm going with this post.  To be honest, I'm starting to wonder the same myself.  But, when I think about it, (my) life is full of simple unanswered questions...

• Why do carrots taste better julienne than cut in circles?
• Why does Coca Cola taste better out of a glass bottle than a can?
• Why do I always need to watch a film that I already own on DVD when it comes on the TV?
• Why does cheese taste better grated than cut in slices?
• Why do Smarties all taste the same apart from the orange ones?
• Why do men (ok, my husband) never replace the toilet roll on the holder?
• Why do I get in the shortest queue at the supermarket but it goes slower than the other queues?
• Why when I buy hotdogs does the tin always hold 8 or 10 and I can only buy a pack of 6 or 12 finger rolls?
• Why do 99.9% of older people (or really young people) think it's okay to just pick a lane on the motorway and stay in it? 
• Why do flies always bumble their way in and hang about on the small closed window, even though the large one is open?
• Why when I've packed away the Mega Bloks (for the 50 thousandth time a day) do I always find one that I didn't spot?

I know most of these I can put down to good old Sods Law but some really confuse me...which is easily done - I wonder if I can still say I have 'baby brain' even though my daughter turns 2 tomorrow? Now there's another question!

Anyone else got any good ones that bug them?

Stop! Baguette Thief!

The fabulous Paula over at Qwerty Mum has come up with a lovely linky to share the things that our kids do - both naughty and nice it would seem (just have a look at Bloggomys entry in particular ewww).  Also re-posting for the lovely Jen at The King And Eye for Blog Gems.

Only 2 days ago I had slow-cooked a rather delicious stew - even though I do say so myself - and I had 2 baguettes to warm in the oven so we could eat it with some nice crusty bread.  The stew was finishing off nicely and I was sat at the dining table sorting some paperwork.  The baguettes were, so I thought, on the worktop ready to go in the oven 5 minutes before we were due to eat.  My daughter had been playing with her HappyLand toys, or so I thought,  in the lounge.

Next thing I hear her running full pelt across the laminate floor of the hall and into the kitchen whizzing past me at record speed saying "Hello Mummy" and then as I turn around she's running towards me to go back out of the kitchen shouting "Bye Bye Mummy" whilst laughing.  At this point I realise she has something in her hand.  A baguette!  I grab her before she darts away and I manage to remove the food item from her tiny clutches.  She giggles and says "Bye Bye Mummy" again and she runs off back to the lounge.

I walk back into the kitchen to put the baguette back on the work top with its partner and as I do I suddenly realise that I'm down a baguette.  I look around the kitchen work surfaces wondering if I've put it somewhere else, I even check the fridge (I seem to have developed a weird habit of putting random objects in our fridge) but nothing.

Then it dawns on me.  I dash into the lounge and this is what greets me...

Butter wouldn't melt