I have reached the pinnacle...

Of Motherhood, that is. Definitely not even close with writing.

Today my son declared "If you don't stop being mean, I am going to call the cops, and they will make you give me that coke."

Yup, I have made it. I have become the ultimate Mum. That kind of mother that makes her childs life a living hell by not giving them soda. The kind that he will torture his children over when they have been bad..."When I was a little boy, my mother wouldn't let me have the soda, so be thankful for what you have, little missy!"

Aren't six year-olds fun? First the "Farts are butt kisses" now he is calling the cops...I better go track down the phones and hide them, he might make good on his threat.

Having one of those days

One of those times where you feel so uncreative. You know the ones - PMS, too much house work you have to do because you have been putting it off for two weeks, customers complaining...if it wasn't for the handful of peanut m&m's in my hot little hand I would be screaming out for a chocolate attack. I can still scream for some good foreign chocolate though, right?

Then, of course, when your feeling your scraggly worst it's a school holiday. "Mum...can we carve my pumpkin now, can we, please...Mum can we carve..." you get the idea. I am feeling really bahhumbug on the idea of handing out candy the year to the little shits that keep leaving stuff on my front lawn - NO my house is NOT for rent, thank you very much!

Can laundry scream? I think I can hear it screaming at me...or maybe that is my sink full of dirty dishes.