When 'We' becomes 'You'
In the UK (you might remember ) we had a big jungle gym and a big swing set for the kids in the garden. Well, being the frugle one, and not wanting to outlay more on this side of the pond, *we* decided to dismantle the whole lot and I was heartily vociferous in my direction giving and martini sipping. It was a good 7 hours work in all, though I had an unexpected headache the next day and dave's arms, for some bizarre reason, didn't work right for a while.
fast forward to last weekend. the snow is gone, our swamp is drying (which is good because no mozzies - MONSTER mozzies I tell ya), and sad because of we have chirping and kricking daar buite verskrik - very Farley-Hill-y, but they may stay we think.
Anyway, *we* decided it was time to set up the jungle gym and swings... after around an hour and a half of increasingly frantic seaching (though I am suspicious of the actual effort on the hubbys part) we found the directions... One finds one needs directions when one has 31 different sized poles. bars, a zillion little screwy things and a few add ons like nets, fireman poles, sittey mat climbey thingeys and whatnot.
Flushed with our initial success, and full of enthusiasm, we hoofed it out to the garden... 2 hours later we were still fighting the 3rd bolt (the first two had given us a sneaky false sense of security). Well, needless to say, lunch time came around and I went in to feed the kids, realised the washing needed doing, vacuumed and watched some Tv with the kids, it was a lovely normal day... until we decided to look at the geese on the pond and on peeking out the window remembered the point of the day...
My dearest was out there, red of face and arm (it was a hot lovey sunny day) bashing away at what looked suspiciously like our slide - which I am sure shouldn't be bashed. Anyway, feeling somewhat guilty at forgetting him out there all on his lonesome, we went out to play... He didn’t want anybody to come play - he wanted SLAVES. So we submitted and eventually, just before the sun went down, it was up, and it was bed time, and the poor peeps who had been waiting all day had to wait another night before they could get on it and play properly. Dave was a little creaky, and cranky come to think of it the next day, and I am now trying to convince him that this weekend *we* should get the other swing set up.
For some reason he seems to be a little reluctant, and made the ridiculous excuse that he had to go out today to get the tires changed (winter to summer tires) and he was gone for 4 hours... hurumph...
Perhaps tomorrow eh :-)
I am going to try out the Sunday school attached to noodles new primary school tomorrow with the peeps, and I'm hoping it will be great!
Dave's redness is much much better, though I still get the odd queer look from him when I suggest enjoying the garden....
fast forward to last weekend. the snow is gone, our swamp is drying (which is good because no mozzies - MONSTER mozzies I tell ya), and sad because of we have chirping and kricking daar buite verskrik - very Farley-Hill-y, but they may stay we think.
Anyway, *we* decided it was time to set up the jungle gym and swings... after around an hour and a half of increasingly frantic seaching (though I am suspicious of the actual effort on the hubbys part) we found the directions... One finds one needs directions when one has 31 different sized poles. bars, a zillion little screwy things and a few add ons like nets, fireman poles, sittey mat climbey thingeys and whatnot.
Flushed with our initial success, and full of enthusiasm, we hoofed it out to the garden... 2 hours later we were still fighting the 3rd bolt (the first two had given us a sneaky false sense of security). Well, needless to say, lunch time came around and I went in to feed the kids, realised the washing needed doing, vacuumed and watched some Tv with the kids, it was a lovely normal day... until we decided to look at the geese on the pond and on peeking out the window remembered the point of the day...
My dearest was out there, red of face and arm (it was a hot lovey sunny day) bashing away at what looked suspiciously like our slide - which I am sure shouldn't be bashed. Anyway, feeling somewhat guilty at forgetting him out there all on his lonesome, we went out to play... He didn’t want anybody to come play - he wanted SLAVES. So we submitted and eventually, just before the sun went down, it was up, and it was bed time, and the poor peeps who had been waiting all day had to wait another night before they could get on it and play properly. Dave was a little creaky, and cranky come to think of it the next day, and I am now trying to convince him that this weekend *we* should get the other swing set up.
For some reason he seems to be a little reluctant, and made the ridiculous excuse that he had to go out today to get the tires changed (winter to summer tires) and he was gone for 4 hours... hurumph...
Perhaps tomorrow eh :-)
I am going to try out the Sunday school attached to noodles new primary school tomorrow with the peeps, and I'm hoping it will be great!
Dave's redness is much much better, though I still get the odd queer look from him when I suggest enjoying the garden....
posted by mom at 10:25 AM
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