I dare say that most of you don't really care what I had for dinner last night (Thai Chicken Saté with Pumpkin and Kaffir-Lime Leaf actually, served with jasmine rice and followed by a cuppa and a square of Lindt Swiss Classic Milk Chocolate). Or that yesterday was the type of day that required both a long energy hug from my understanding husband and that the aforesaid dinner be preceded by an expertly mixed gin and bitter lemon. (Why are days like that always so much longer than 24 hours, she wonders idly, while the usual happy day is so much shorter? Could I use this as evidence for the Theory of Relativity?) I suppose most of you aren't interested in why I was in a bad mood in the first place either. No, it wasn't Jemimah's fault - more the general ineptitude of mankind in general really - but I'm sure I managed to take a bit of it out on her - what are children for, if not to persecute, I ask you.
I guess you don't really want to know that I'm spending the weekend with unbecominglily and her hubby and beautiful girls nor that we'll be celebrating the AFL Grand Final on Sunday (GO CATS!) and worshiping together at our local church on Sunday. When I mentioned to my mum and sister that they were coming, mum said, "Oh, that'll be nice...you know she's very creative, don't you?" as if creativity were a kind of illness. Why did she say that, do you reckon? I wonder if the concern was that Jeanamarie couldn't possibly enjoy a weekend chez nous - or something more sinister. Yes, mum, I do know she's creative - and Jeanamarie knows that I'm not - she's my friend, remember?!
I suppose none of you care to read how inordinately pleased I was to discover that The Book Chook is following A Peaceful Day. I mean, Susan's an überblogger. Why would she want to read about a family living in the boondocks, eh? Why would any of you?
I know that I'm long overdue for another homeschooling post. I'm aware that that's why most of you read A Peaceful Day, and yet some fortnights I don't even manage to write a post to submit to the Charlotte Mason Homeschooling Carnival.
Why is this so, I wonder.
That's what I'm sitting here doing right now - wondering.
We call moods like this blue funks, here in our peaceful home.
I'll be back when I'm over it.