The evil geniuses copped it a bit today… I might have been up singing Sing Star until around 1am.  And I might have been a little bit tired today.  So I might have been a little bit hasty in imposing a house-wide technology ban, given that a free-for-all-technology-a-rama would have been like having a virtual aspirin.

Anyway, we reap what we sow, and once a thing is banned in this joint there can be no going back.  I know what you’re thinking: just ‘unban’ it.  No.  Consistent follow-through is what is needed people.  Even at the expense of my brain cells clanging against each other with every small head movement.

So after the banning, they had to play.  Together.  Which, of course can go either way.

During Witching Hour (aka Wine Hour) I was preparing dinner and they decided to play some newly invented game: Mousey Jumpy or something.  Basically it involved them jumping over cushions in the lounge room, which is tiled.  Unit One set up the cushions and Unit Two (the least co-ordinated of the two) had to jump over them.  Onto tiles.  From the vantage point of my advanced age, wisdom and clingclangcrashing head, I just knew what was going to transpire, and I was faced with the parent dilemma: Let ’em do it and sort out the broken teeth later, or stop them for the sake of peace, and stifle their learning just a little bit.

I left them to it.  (Cringe)

Can you guess what happened?  Something extraordinary, that’s what.

As Unit Two was saying she couldn’t make one of the jumps, her big brother, who is mostly snide and often bossy toward her, said, “It’s okay Mousey, it doesn’t matter if you don’t make it the first time, just keep on trying.  Don’t say you can’t do it, you have to believe in yourself Mousey.  Come on, give it a go, and visualise your success.”

What?

Who said that?

Did a commentator from The Superbowl sneak in, and broadcast through my son’s mouth?  Did aliens abduct my children and place themselves here in their place, waiting to suck out my dehydrated corpus callousum as I sleep this evening?  What just happened?

          Dear Aliens,    

          I want my children back.  Now please.  This is freaking me out.  

          Love 

So here it is, the hit list of the week:

1.  This stuff. Mmmmm. I don’t think I need to say any more, other than thanks Sam and Ben and thanks Mum for some supplies.  Also thanks Me (and Uncle Dan) for having the good sense to get a bottle to farewell my beautiful Sue*.  We didn’t have the ‘correct’ glasses for my taste, but, Mmmmm.

2.  Evans Head.  We had the opportunity to spend a few nights there over the long weekend, and that joint was awesome.  We emerged from the time-warp of a coastal town of thirty-seven years ago, three days later, rejuvenated.  Go there if you can.  But not if you want fancy shiz.  (Gulpers of green smoothies in Mason jars or Salted Caramel Macaron Munchers need not apply.  The RSL does NOT have Himalayan Sea Salt, nor is the beef Wagyu.)

3.  A fun little idea that might become something with this here blog… It might not, but it IS fun to dream a little dream sometimes doncha think?  Stay tuned on that one… You KNOW I’ll be sharing the news if it’s peachy.

4.  Michael Franti.  I’ve said it before, but I’ve gotta say it again.  How good is this song?

5.  Great teachers.  Our kids have hit the jackpot this year, with awesome teachers that suit them perfectly.  I know it’s only the first week, but we are pumped…. Or maybe that’s just me and the euphoria of a house that says tidy, and air that stays whinge free for five whole hours a day.

What are your hits of the week?

*OOPS, that sounds weird, like she’s dead- she’s not, just DEAD TO ME for leaving me without a coffee buddy for the next year whilst she gallivants around from girt to girt.