

The day started at sunrise. ( Fark, Look Out - I'm back at Sterling )

'D' starts at 0800 and is still learning the roads to work. So she allows a 45 minute drive to work and leaves at 0700hrs.
By this time, The Three kids are already out of bed, showered, dressed for school, lunches packed, and into an " All In Brawl" in the dining room over the Coco Pops.

So that I dont forget to get the kids out and off to school at 0830hrs, ( I suffer from C.R.A.F.T. - Cant Remember A Flamin' Thing) D ingenuinesly turns the oven timer on for 1 hour and 30 minutes. Saying, " When the timer goes off, walk the kids to school."

Somewhere between 0700 and 0830 hrs, I've managed to discover that the dishwasher really isn't a dishwasher, but a firidge, Put a load of washing on, and hung a load out , and I've got a " Parent / Teacher Interveiw at 0900hrs.



At 0830 it's off out the door to school...Its at this point I'd like to say that I dont recommend walking that far on my leg... Arrrrggggghhhhhh

I'm hobblin' along the bike track, looking like an absolute retard from the pain... and Miss Taylor, my second eldest Simone's friends mum...




3 hours to Pay the rent, do the dishes, vaccum the bedrooms and lounge room, do the ironing ( The WHAT???)




I take my hat off to ya Ladies.... I'll never bag my girl for sitting on her arse watchin " Days of Our Lives " again.

Hardest Days work I've done in years.
