Eye-spy

What a corker of a week!
Finally, an accrued day off from work, ahhhh!, spent in a haze of ..., well, actually, a haze! or rather myopia, or so I have just learned.
After spending the amount of a third world country's national debt on my daughter's orthodontic treatment at the crack of dawn (thank YOU, Mr Mastercard) my next mission was apparently confirmation that I am indeed ageing.
As if the state of one's breast's, skin elasticity, hair colour, moustache etc etc is not enough to get you contemplating whether to be buried, cremated or made into a human popsicle like Mr Disney, my eyes have decided to turn traitor too.
Reassuringly, although I now need glasses for some distance vision, the kind child-optometrist informed me I am still legal to drive.
Phew!
I have a defence for all those bollards, animals and small children I have mowed down recently in the car (just kidding).
Good grief; glasses, prescription lenses, some sort of superman-x-ray vision coating, total comes to $600.
Thats right, $600.
I had a rictus grin frozen on my face when the assistant asked how will I pay for this.
'Credit card' hissed between my gnashing teeth. Probably preferable to my honest answer which would be  'I have absolutely no idea'.
Can I add as I write this the cat still seems to have many loose motions. What in the hell is going on there?
Well, in two weeks time when my glasses arrive I may indeed find out!
:)

Missing! One small child!

Well, actually, it's just the weight of one I am missing! I have lost 13.2 kgs since the first of January and I must say I am so proud of myself!
I would attach a photographic depiction of this journey, however decency and the fact you may be potentially eating while reading this forbids me.

Aforementioned cat (post hygiene cares)

Good morning suburbia!

Hi and thanks for reading my blog! I aim to provide some amusing and challenging anecdotes from my everyday existence.
For instance, today I was unable to attend work as my eldest child remains unwell. As we were doing our morning activities I identified that the cat ( new family addition) had diarrhoea and had proceeded to lie and roll about in the litter box.
I deduced this by the foul odour and green coloured stains on the animals fur.
I took my life in my hands and washed the cat in the laundry sink; during this work phoned me back, however I did request the kids not answer the call as they were highly likely to say 'Mum can't come to the phone because she is washing faeces off the cat.'
Work already seems to suspect I am mad.