It’s been hot and humid all weekend. I’ve got a lurgi that comes with a sore throat, headache, shakiness and mild nausea – every time I try and do anything other than sit on the lounge I end up a gasping, sweaty, can’t stand unsupported mess. We’ve gone nowhere and done nothing except housework and I had to argue with David to convince him to watch Blade Runner with me. It’s doing my head in I tell you! And my sore throat is putting paid to any serious singing practice.
On the other hand, my dog is cuddly and cute, the air-con works, my kids and husband bring me hot and cold drinks when I ask them to. I had lots of dvds to watch and all the clean clothes got folded as I sat on the lounge watching the end of season 6 of Lost. Don’t ask, it was a can’t look away from the train wreck thing, Adam kept having to leave the room in order to protect the TV.
The reason I was forcing David to watch Blade Runner is that he has to pick a sci-fi movie to prepare a presentation on for English. Of course all he’s thinking of is “PRESENTATION – ARRGH! Run for the hills!” I, meanwhile, am thinking “Cool! English assignments are so much better than when I was at school. Let’s watch ALL THE MOVIES!” So, 10 Mum points for enthusiasm, not so many for practicalities. I think we’ll watch Serenity next. What? Isn’t that what kids are for, to project one’s own obsessions on and live vicariously through?
I had planned to cook shepherd’s pie tonight. I was lacking enthusiasm for the idea until I pulled up my recipe post from a couple of years ago, now I reckon I might be sufficiently motivated by the prospect of evoking another burst of praise from Tom:
“Smashed potato! Ooo, I LOVE smashed potato! Mum, that’s just the way I remember you making shepherds pie. I LOVE your shepherds pie, it’s the BEST!”
“You do know it tastes different every time I make it ’cause I don’t use a recipe, don’t you?”
“Yes, that’s what I like best about it, you never know what you’re going to get!”
I’ll report back if there’s a good response tonight!