the week that was

So last week started off with the blog Turning One.  On the same day as the Queen's Birthday.  Coincidence?  I think not.  So we celebrated with crappy candles and a public holiday.  Where I put Scott to work, and got him to do what he does best.  Lift heavy objects and hang things up.  See...

Crappy DIY Candle.

Somehow I don't think I'll be opening at Etsy shop anytime soon!

Scott.  Looking good while fixing things.  He's quite the catch.

Tuesday was spent marvelling at my new look blog.  Thanks Sharnee.  You did a great job.  Oh and there was also some hardcore housework done and a bit of baking.  Cos it's not all blogs and makeovers around here.  Well not all the time, anyway.

I don't know about you, but I'm still loving the new logo sick.

Wednesday was spent on an excursion.  At a Wildlife Park.  I know.  I don't know who I am anymore either.  After putting in a solid 4 hours with all things nature related, I declared myself Mother of the Effing Year and demanded a cocktail.  Except I couldn't get one because I was trapped on a bus with 60 tired children.  For.An.Hour. 

Look I'm not going to lie, the Koala's were cute.  

But the snakes?  And the Brolga?  And the Dingo? 

 Yeah, not so much.

Which brings me to Thursday.  Where I woke up sick as a dog.  Probably because my body was in shock from interacting with so much wildlife the day before. After doing the morning school run, I dragged myself to the doctors who gave me a long list of over the counter medicines that would allegedly help my recovery, before telling me to do nothing but rest for the next few days.  Um, have we met?  And do you have children?  Somehow, I think not.

Anyho, after dropping a lazy 50 at the chemist (I mean really, who doesn't love spending their hard earned on pharmaceuticals?) I did exactly what the doctor told me to and rested.  Well, in between school runs, karate drop offs and drama classes, I rested.  Yep, I totally neglected the housework, only cooked one meal, didn't leave the house between the hours of 9am and 3pm...not even to go to the shops...and spent a lot of time sleeping like a bear hurtling towards hibernation.  

Which meant that Scott and the kids were kept very busy looking after the housework, the meals, the everything.  And I'm so grateful for their efforts.  They've looked after me so well in the last 5 days, that I'm almost back to my normal, healthy self.  And won't the good people at Myer be pleased to hear that?!

How about you?

Is your house as germ ridden as mine?

And are you actively encouraging your children to become pharmacists when they grow up?

Or maybe that's just me....

PS:  Most of the photos in this post were taken using my all time favourite app, Instagram.  My Instagram handle is kandco, or you can click on the Instagram badge thingy whatsit on the side of this blog, you know, if you want to follow me and my mad photographic/filtering skills.  Or not.  Totes up to you xox