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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Dumbbells

We struggle some mornings to deliver all our kids to their respective destinations. Especially Mondays where we have Tafe, primary school, prep and daycare, and that's before we look at work. Sometimes in the melee things get left behind - homework, lunches, kids.

We've driven kids to school in their PJ's. Once is usually enough.

I'm assured, however, this isn't a problem confined to our household.

Take my friend, Jelly, for example. Because it isn't hard enough for a working mum to fit exercise into her day, my friend's kids decided they wanted to join her at gym this morning. This meant the usual morning chaos to get the kids moving and everyone out of the house and to their respective schools on time was brought forward an hour.

Deciding if they were all going into town anyway they may as well not return home before starting work and school she bellowed at her kids to grab their uniforms. This would claw back fifteen minutes of her morning, giving her time for a nice relaxing cup of coffee before work.

"Have you got a shirt and shorts?" she asked her son, Master14, in the car, because experience has taught her if somethings going to go wrong it's going to go wrong with him. "Your socks? Shoes? Hat and homework? Schoolbag and lunch?" Had she missed anything ? "Are you wearing undies?"

All responses in the affirmative, they headed to gym.

It was only after gym she realized her mistake: poor instructions. What she should have said, she saw with the benefit of hindsight, was grab yourself a uniform from your wardrobe.

Instead, what Master14 did was to open up the washing machine and take out the clean but still wet set of clothes he'd worn the day before.

Despite this, my friend was determined to avoid returning home, the end result being she stood, bonnet up next to the school, dangling her son's wet clothes over the running engine of her car in an attempt to dry them.

Needless to say she didn't quite make it to that relaxing cup of coffee before work, but I'm betting she could have done with it.




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Bruce Devereaux is one of the nicest people he knows. When not at work he enjoys reading, writing, hiding from his children and not changing nappies.

 

His career, and if we used the term any more loosely an e might fall out, has included a gardener, a personal lender, a console operator, a stop/go man (not as big a bludge as you might think but great if you’re into sunburn, abuse and varicose veins), a cleaner of banks and pubs and, for a very brief period, a door to door salesman (until the last door he knocked on was answered by a very scary woman with tremendously hairy legs).

 

Bruce Devereaux currently works as a forty-five-year-old award winning customer service officer (glass statuette available upon request) for the Bank of Queensland and as a very casual employee for Corrective Services. He likes to believe he excels at both but then he has always been prone to exaggeration.

 

His favourite colour is green, with a picture of Dame Nellie Melba on one side and General Sir John Monash on the other. His favourite flower is self-raising.

 If you see him around town, call his wife immediately - he's probably snuck out and left her alone with all the kids.


 

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