5 am. A bird flies into our window with a loud bang, setting the cats howling and madam wakes up. She did not go back to sleep… Husband off to work. I go to make breakfast for her, no milk.I get her dressed. 6 times. Guess who has worked out undoing buttons? And taking off nappy? I walk around to the shops with her, I have left my purse at home. Go home get purse, drive to coles. Get milk, go to withdraw money for rent. no money… Call bank to find out several transactions we know nothing about. Find out bank had sent new card in the mail, some little dear helped themselves and spent all our money. Will get it back, In two to three weeks.
Fine, I will spend the day doing housework. Now I am of short stature and rather rotund – in other words short and fat. We have a large washing machine. Normally I use one of those sticks with a claw thingy and handle to get stuff from bottom of machine. Madam has tossed it down behind table where I cannot reach it.
To get stuff from machine without it requires removing bra, flopping boob into machine as this allows my arm to just reach the bottom. Phone rings, I jump, and god knows how, manage to get boob stuck between drum and side of machine. Little one finds this very very funny.
By pure luck I have mobile in pocket. Cannot call fire brigade as husband is a member and I will never, ever live it down. No one else I call is home. Finally manage to reach arm around to cupboard (not far from machine), After much effort retreive olive oil, and with judicious use, manage to get boob out. Then redo all the washing to get olive oil out. Never did find out who was on the home phone – they ddn’t even leave a message!
Whole time I was stuck little one was emptying cupboard – pasta and flour everywhere. Joy…
Posted by katelt, 17th April 2013
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mom81879 said
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