A lot of people have commented on how exhausted I’ve looked the past couple of weeks.
|All of the class|
This totally ties in when you get to the part where I refer to #1Hubby’s Easter egg….
So I’m begging her to STFU and go back to sleep, telling her she is not allowed out of the bedroom under any circumstances, until her siblings wake up.
- Who had more of the lounge
- Who had the best position closest to the TV
- Who has more of the TV in front of their person (can’t do division, but can work out angles and volume and the like, apparently)
- Whose arm hair dared to touch the closest sibling
- Who whispered/whined/talked/laughed/breathed/chewed/swallowed too loudly
- Who had more popcorn (yes, they have been known to count every single kernel)
The list is, quite literally, ENDLESS.
Sun Island Boutique Villas & Spa Seminyak.
I was eloquently sipping a cocktail when the kids’ non-alcohol mocktails arrived…
Not one to be outdone, or miss out on a good thing, I of course had to sample their adult version of a fairy floss cocktail….
|It just screams class, doesn’t it!|
And once again we had to force the kids to get out of the pool and eat before their dinner went cold. That said – bonus points for having a restaurant standard meal in your own private space, where the kids could be swimming and not annoying you at a restaurant table because they’re borrrreeeddd.
|Villa upper deck – not to be outshone by the lower deck, has a large open area with a fantastic bale.
Complete with lights and fan. Because it’s all about comfort.
|Image Source – I do not have the photographic skillz to capture this image myself.
As it is, this is a large part of the pool, but not the whole thing.
Rooms are modern, clean and comfortable. Villas are full of space and all the mod con’s you’d expect.
The staff are extremely friendly, helpful and accommodating.
As endorsed by this guy and his beloved Goggy.
|White Rose Kuta pool water feature. Kept the kids entertained way more than you’d think
(like, read a whole book by the pool without interruption kind of entertained)
|Only had to smack a couple of hands that tried to steal the best desserts before I got to them.|
Walkers Hill Shiraz – my new local WA find. So good it will make up for all of my non-parenting on Father’s Day
|Refer to last week’s post for a funny pic / excellent cake design|
Alternatively alternatively titled – It’s been a slow week
Alternatively alternatively alternatively titled – Because I can
Recycled alternatives from the last post because I’m an alternative kind of girl.
Because I stuffed up and they are totally more appropriate on this post.
And they kind of almost make sense on this one. As opposed to the previous one.
Following on from my previous post of woe, I bring you part 2.
In the interests of accuracy and full disclosure, I explained that, in my case, the second baby came out next.
He was not remotely jazzed by the idea of being a whole 5 minutes older.
She was not remotely pissed by the idea of being a whole 5 minutes younger.
Fingers crossed it has the desired / expected effect when they’re a little older and every single second of age counts.
I was disappointed. Let down.
I admit, I had attempted to enact sibling anarchy and failed.
Before you judge – this took place while #1Hubby was away working in Noumea.
I know, right? As if anyone goes there to work. If I didn’t manage our bank accounts I’d be convinced he’d booked his own junket just to get away from all the awesomeness that is our family unit / his workplace (he works from home, lucky guy!).
Anywho, on top of everything else that has happened recently, it was just an utterly shit 5 minutes of my day….
We were eating dinner at home, freezing cold (not in a hotel in Noumea, fancy wanky cocktail in hand).
And, the kids were whining and faux vomiting over the injustice that is being served broccoli and cabbage in the same meal.
And, I was all woeful over my current lack of
And, at that exact moment in the whole dinner process, the cat decided to become a serial killer, bringing in a very large dead rodent – either a ginormous mouse or a fairly impressive rat.
And, he chose to bat it around in full view, under our glass topped dinner table, fuelled by our yelps, squealing and gagging.
And, I had to man-up and attempt to calmly sweep the rodent outside while barking at the kids to STFU and eat their bloody cabbage and be thankful for it, because there are many starving rodents out there who would love the chance to eat it….
So, you know, I think I did pretty well. All things considered.
#1Hubby has since returned home. Scared to show his tropical island tan. Happy to parent.
I’ve enjoyed a weekend of sleeping in.
I’m all geared up for another week of attempting to regain my wine buds.