This weekend I thought about the chaotic wee things that creep into our lives despite all efforts to maintain order by constantly tidying up, arriving at appointments on time and keeping strict meal and bedtimes times for the kids.
Lately my underwear has been found everywhere including the garage, hairbrushes and tennis shoes go missing for weeks and turn up again.
|Door of car: how did my razor get here?|
|Brach's peppermint candy stuck on the piano - do I have to lick it off?|
Amid the randomness and spending too much time with dogs and children, I started obsessing about this outfit...
The good (or bad) thing about living in the Bay Area is pretty much every store in America is within 15 minutes of you. Result of several field trips: the trousers showed my cellulite, couldn't find the jacket and snagged the top. In the end it was arctic over the weekend so I wore my new top for a half hour whilst looking for my sunglasses...
|Where the heck are my sunglasses? (Re-creation of an actual event)|
In a parallel universe, Kevin was obsessing too....over how to keep the birds away from his strawberries. We spent many hours watching this video and plotting what contraption to build over the top. If Damien Hirst had gilded these strawbs gold, they could not be more precious.
Cy, eight, has been doing a project on legendary baseball player Jackie Robinson for the last two weeks. I always make the mistake of thinking that children should do their own school projects. There's been endless tears and recriminations as the project moved from room to room and the glue sticks and poster boards were lost and found.
I told Cy: "You only have three sentences for the biography (birth, marriage, death) "You see!" said Cy triumphantly, thinking I was heaping praise on him: "It's all there."
I glanced at it as he made the finishing touches. He's spelled Jackie wrong. He's spelled Dodgers wrong. He's spelled his own name wrong.
|Cy, 8, and his project on Jackie Robinson|
Meanwhile the resident lizard in our front yard has the answer; sit on the steps when the sun shines and hide in the bushes when the shite blows in.
|Lizard guy; Embrace the Chaos|
What small chaos crept into your weekend?