Thanks to commercialism & consumerism, I was all egg'd out come Easter. (This happens every year). I believe I cracked my first egg in early Feb, so the novelty had long worn off come Easter Sunday.. However I made up for my lack of chocolate by consuming high quantities of beer. Yip, litres of the stuff. It kick started on Thurs eve with a trip to the pub for "1 or 2" drinks with some old friends... This quickly turned into six or seven pints which is more than enough to have my high pitched voice on, cracking jokes that otherwise would be well below average on the funny scale. Oh alcohol, you trickster you. We had a hoot anyway;
Natalie, Matt, James and I go way back to early-pubescent days, so it was marvellous to have a laugh about how old we are getting and so on.
Friday was spent wallowing in self pity & eating deep fried anything (standard hang over events). And by Saturday morn, we were packing up camp, ready to take our first roady with two kids to Lancelin. Full of high hopes for the perfect, stress-free, family getaway- all giggling children frolicking in the sand, beers under a glowing sunset, feet up, pants off kind of stuff. Turns out it was a heck of a lot more stressful than anticipated. We were staying at a beautiful bach, with our friends Abbey & Leon and a few of their companions + 3 dogs. The perfect summer scene was set- there was a huge backyard with two hammocks (highlights), a ping pong table, cricket & pétanque, a neighbouring pub, cold beers for miles & brilliant company. Despite everything being so on point, without the comforts of our own home (spare bedrooms for snoozing babies, child proofing galore, the playpen, Blakes potty etc..), it was ridiculously difficult to relax. Blake wouldn't use the toilet, so she had wet through all of her clothes on the first night, Oscar bluntly refused to sleep in the portacot, Oli and I both had to be on watch 24/7 incase they picked something up and decided to eat it resulting in immediate death, and so on... You should have seen our car and how much we bought, and yet, it wasn't enough for our boisterous babes. Next time, if we are ever brave enough, we will most definitely bring a little playpen fence so we can at least leave the kids to play without sprouting grey hairs. Funny how you have no idea how easy it is at home until you leave for a short while right? It's not so much Blake, she has smarts for miles, but Oscar? Danger isn't even on his radar. He will touch, eat, pull, and crawl through anything. Anything.
Alas, despite the kids driving us mad, we did indeed get in many laughs, and saw some picturesque sights;
Another unpictured highlight was Olis highly intoxicated 'sexy' dance especially for Abbey and I, and Jenga- because who doesn't love Jenga.
Upon arriving home, the rest of our long weekend was spent unpacking, doing mountains of washing, watching movies (Big Eyes was brilliant), and growing increasingly furious with our completely ignorant neighbours. They've now got a tiny puppy that yaps right by our fence when they're at work, as if to say 'hey, just because those guys are at work doesn't mean you should get any peace and quiet'. Fuckers / poor puppy.
Lastly, I made some bad ass mexican tacos last night that tasted like a mariachi band in my mouth;
Mexican (and Thai) have got to be the most delicious cuisines period.
Better go, children to be fed, house to be cleaned, circle of life to continue.
Hope you all had a fabulous long weekend!
Gemma
Thought of the day "watch out for us on 'neighbours at war'"
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