Bloggin' on a Friday.

I've literally just sat down at the computer and decided to do a blog as Sommer is happily eating all her brother & sisters toys and i have an hour to spare before the school pick up. Normally i have some sort of idea what i'm going to write about but today .. meh. No idea. I'll just write and see where it takes me.

We got the kids report cards back this week .. Heath's was flying high, all highs and very highs and the teacher wrote that he has been a perfect role model to all the other students. It was like music to my ears and made me so proud. It's no secret that Heath and i often clash and he can be a handful, so to know he is reaching for the stars at school makes me feel relief, that even though i feel like i'm getting this parenting gig wrong sometimes, i must  be doing something right too.

Roxiees report .. hmm .. well i think they had trouble writing it in a positive way, you see .. i read things like .. "Roxiee is a vocal member of the class who has a very unique point of view on certain topics" .. in my head i translated that to .. "She's really fucking loud and says some strange shit" .. gosh i love her, and just quietly i think the teachers do too!!

She got herself in trouble a few weeks back, the teacher had to come talk to me after class and let me know that she had to put Roxiees peg on to the sad face .. (Happy face = good kids, sad face = asshole kids, pretty much) Turns out Roxiee had said a 'bad word' to one of her friends and then told the friend to tell another friend .. when the first friend went and told another friend, Roxiee took it upon herself to go 'dob' on the friend for swearing!!!! .. i was thinking the 'bad' word may have been something like .. "shit" .. crap .. penis? Something along those lines. Wrong .. twas' "Fucking hell"!!! .. needless to say, the whole situation wasn't AS funny when i learnt that was the word used and she got into trouble.
I told her Dad about it when he got home .. he says .. "What word did she say?" .. so i whisper "fucking hell" .. what does he say? .. "FUCKING HELL!" .. me : "Gregg, i think this is where we are going wrong, maybe you could stop swearing!!!!!" ..

Gastro - that sonovva bitch has been doing it's rounds in this house the past week. Heath was the start, last Friday. As we were all getting ready for his footy match he says to me .. "I don't think we can go, i don't feel so good" .. this was really out of the blue so i hit him with the whole .. "buddy, what's going on at footy, what's making you not want to go" .. his reply, in not so many words, but more actions .. was .. "Dude, i'm going to now vomit the shit out of this house. Step back lady, coz some is gunna land on your shoes!"

Somewhere along the gastro lines Gregg was talking to Heath about "The bug" and how it tells your body to eat more, but really you need to starve the bug till' it leaves your body. Nek minute - (actually the next morning, but whatever!) ..

 "MUMMMMMM .. i think I've found the bug!" ..
me : "huh?" ..
Heath : "you know .. the bug that was making me sick" .. *points to a teeny little bug creature crawling across his floor* ..
Me : "Ohhhhhhhhh - well .. uhh .. do you feel better now?"
Heath : "yeah, heaps better!"
Me : "Fab. No more eating bugs then,  i guess"

I have come to a blank now so i'm going to share a long, but very worthwhile story that i came across on Facebook. It may be true it may not be true but at the end of the day it makes a very valid point which i feel strongly about. I love to make others happy and i hope that it's something i can instill in my kids. I believe strongly in karma and i very much believe that good things come to good people. I hope with all my heart that if anything should ever, ever, ever happen to me and my kids needed a helping hand that i wasn't around to give .. that those who i may have helped, would someday be there to help my kids. So here it is ..

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and

change your thinking..

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same

hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an

hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from

his lungs.

His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on

his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their

homes, their jobs, their involvement in the

military service, where they had been on

vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the

window could sit up, he would pass the time by

describing to his roommate all the things he could

see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those

one hour periods where his world would be

broadened and enlivened by all the activity and

colour of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while

children sailed their model boats. Young lovers

walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour

and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen

in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in

exquisite details, the man on the other side of

the room would close his eyes and imagine this

picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window

described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band -

he could see it in his mind's eye as the

gentleman by the window portrayed it with

descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring

water for their baths only to find the lifeless body

of the man by the window, who had died

peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital

attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man

asked if he could be moved next to the window.

The nurse was happy to make the switch, and

after making sure he was comfortable, she left

him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one

elbow to take his first look at the real world

outside.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window

besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have

compelled his deceased roommate who had

described such wonderful things outside this

window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and

could not even see the wall.

She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage

you.'

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others

happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness

when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things

you have that money can't buy.

'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The

Present .'

I LOVE this more than words. When my kids are old enough i will make them read this often to remind them to do good for others. When they're old enough to protest reading it, i'll smack em' upside the head with one of my parenting books.

And just to clarify, i am by no means one of those 'do gooder' people who goes about hugging the tree's and forgiving people of their sins. Yes, i like to help people but if you mess with me, or more importantly you mess with my kids, you're gunna bring out 36 shades of psycho that you've never seen before. Good people can still be arseholes, trust me :-)

Till next time .. peace and mung beans my friends xx