Check out my dog, would you? He’s having a lazy Sunday morning doing what he loves best; being as close as he can to the bosom of the family, and sleeping. It’s like the dog equivalent to having a large coffee and a read of the Sunday papers which is what I’ve been doing for the past hour or so. I must confess I’m feeling a little lazy myself this morning but when you hear what I did yesterday, you’ll understand why.
Yesterday I was like Tom Cruise in a Top-Gun-kind of way, not a couch-jumping-super-controlling-kind of way. “I feel the need!” my inner housekeeper sang. “The need for CLEAN.” With a side dish of decluttering. LOTS of decluttering.
When I am in one of those moods, I am like a woman possessed. Main child to benefit from my spring clean buzz was Son #3. We went through his drawers and wardrobe like a knife through butter, throwing out things that were ripped, too small or not worn. Clean sheets were put on his bed. Toys were organised into plastic containers and put away. And finally, a window was opened to air out the room. SO MUCH BETTER.
I then turned my energies to attacking the laundry floor, completely hidden by a proverbial MOUNTAIN of dirty clothes. My God, it never ceases to amaze me how much washing a family of five can generate. And you will not be surprised by the fact that my pile of clothes is the SMALLEST. I know, right?! Whoever said girls were clothes horses ain’t got nothing on my boys. Four loads were washed, hung out, taken in and folded then put away. Dinner was made and eaten, then cleaned up. My day ended with my backside on the couch, in front of the TV.
It was rugby night. The All Blacks playing the Wallabies. There was much yelling and cheering (on my part) and more yelling about the standard of commentary (also on my part). When the Wallabies can string 16 wins in a row then you can start boasting about DEPTH, okay fellas? You know who you are. Sheesh.
Final score was a disappointing 18-all draw. The AB’s played well below their best and for a good portion of the game were on the wrong side of the scoreline. Despite their efforts they were held at bay by a spirited Wallaby team who, it must be said, really took it to them. Both sides had loads of handling errors due to either the humid Brisbane night or the huge amounts of sweat dripping off the players.
|Referee Joubert was right there – how did he not see it?? Credit: Getty Images|
And yet again Richie McCaw was the victim of another cheap shot from an opposing player, this time Scott Higginbotham, who first kneed our captain in the head then seconds later head butted him for good measure. He has been cited (and rightly so!) and will appear in front of a judiciary next week. If I was him though, I’d be more worried about the next time he plays the AB’s. Those boys have long memories. Just ask Quade Cooper.
This Sunday I’m having a quiet one. I have two new episodes of Sons of Anarchy & The Good Wife to watch, plus there’s another weekend paper to read. What are YOU doing today?