After a day of fluffing around as a family; having fun and doing exciting things like the fruit and vege shopping at the market, checking out shops we haven’t been to in a while, including fulfilling a request of girl-child. The rest of the family have wandered off the the park and I am tidying up procrastinating and making some soup.
The phone just rang. It was man-child to tell me that the kids are now playing with friends at the park and ‘Why didn’t boy-child go to his friends birthday party at 10 pin bowling this afternoon?’ Shit – that was today. I clearly don’t have my calendars synced, it is written on the one in the cupboard and the invite is stuck to the fridge, but who actually checks if it doesn’t have an annoying electronic beep? Besides, I haven’t been home all day how was I to know!
One of girl-child’s latest requests was to go to the place that has the giant hammer to get some parsley for her garden. That meant a trip to Bunnings was on the to-do list (great promotions Bunnings staff, one visit to a kinder 2 months ago has had a lasting impact!) Since we had no apparent plans for the weekend, we went to Bunnings. The kids had a blast playing in the fort structure, laughing so much that it echoed all around the gigantic warehouse, but it was still no substitute for going to a birthday party.
The most annoying part is that Bunnings and the bowling centre share a carpark, we were right there! The birthday boy didn’t call to see where we were as we let boy-child take a day off school yesterday because we had things to do.
I guess good parents don’t let their kids wag school just to make their own lives easier. Good parents also sync their calendars (or at least put important dates into their calendars). It looks like it is remedial class for me – again.
