Lifeguard For Hire

OK, bad news this time... the pool pump is broken and there is a chance that the pool may be shut down at the end of this week until it can be fixed! So basically, I may be out of the job for a while and I really don't know what I would do with myself in the afternoons! And I was just starting to really like that job!
Today for some unknown reason, the kids decided to go mental again but luckily for me, one class was so bad that they didn’t get pool time. This of course meant that there was a 40min period where I had nothing to do and wasn’t legally allowed to leave the pool area with the top up so I was forced, by law, to go for a swim.

So where did I leave off last time?
So the party in Primary C was a grand success! Well… to start with…
It began with everyone sitting cross legged in a circle being given one quarter of fairy bread at a time and waiting until everyone had theirs before raising it to the air and saying “bonna pettee” and then repeating it until they had each had one whole piece of bread. Then they all started to get restless so we thought it was time to start up the music for the class disco!
These kids REALLY love Michael Jackson! And boy can some of them dance!!! I’ve got plenty of footage of especially young Antonio (the ‘no backflips in the store’ kid) who has a whole routine and was dancing like MJ non stop the whole time! He’s too young for our class but apparently he was bullied in the younger class for being ‘too white’ which I found rather humorous when Roy said “Michael Jackson was teased for the same thing” when I told them.

On Saturday I spent the whole day pretty much transferring my daily diary from my phone to paper which was the most writing I’ve done since the HSC but now if I actually do it each night, I won’t have to do that again anytime soon.
We then went to mass and afterwards went to the parish house and had another good chat lead by Vin as usual (I could swear that they are long lost Joneses! If they’re ever in Sydney, I’ll try and get them over). After dinner we stayed with Father John, turned the lights out and put on ‘The Collector’ a horror movie which John seemed to really love but wasn’t as scary as we built ourselves up for.

For any soccer fans out there, you might know about some disgraceful handball which won a game for France over Ireland? I didn’t, but Anthony, Ale and I spent a good 4 hours trying to restore pride for Ireland on Fifa ’11. It took a long time and a lot of frustration but in the end, we did it! Yeah, I’d like to see anybody try to top that for a big weekend!
On Sunday night, we did the usual; invade Steph’s room while she’s going to bed which ended up some how with Ale sleeping in Steph’s bed, Steph in my bed and me on the single fold-out sofa bed. It was all worth while in the end however when I walked into the kitchen in the morning to see the scarecrow I had forgotten about that I made with Steph’s night robe when she asked me to hang it up.

Yesterday, after school, Ale and I went over to Father John’s place to move some dirt for him in what we found out is his project to turn an old greenhouse into an indoor pool, surely us helping gives us an open invite to that when it’s done!
When we got home, I went into my room, and I was shocked… Steph had cleaned my room… like I mean spotless… it was disgusting. Apparently she had been telling me to clean it for a week so Ale and I decided to give Steph’s room a quick touch up. Just the usual PJ’s on the ceiling fan, shoes on the floor, cupboards emptied, and my personal favourite, alternating the way the coat hangers were facing. A great annoyance to an OCD cleaner such as Mum (Steph).

And this blog actually took way longer than it should have to write because the whole time I’ve had the gorgeous Anne-Marie, Robert’s 1 year old (possibly younger) daughter playing peek-a-boo with me. Aww, she’s now got the hiccups and struggling to walk straight… I miss the boys back home.