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The first, a trip to the dentist, was surprisingly well executed and apart from poor Doo Dah who had to have a turn with Mr Buzzy (that is what the dental therapist called that high-rotation tooth cleaner she obliterated Doo Dah's plaque with) it was a drama-free event. I didn't have the heart to suggest that she think of a new name for her utensils - she seemed so happy with Mr Puffy and Mr Buzzy.
The second, which, as a true testament to my madness, occurred on the same day as the former, was a trip to the supermarket. At five O'Clock. The night before a public holiday. When every man and his dog stocks up their cupboards as though preparing for six months at sea. What is with that?
We chose a smallish supermarket, deep in the suburbs with the hope of outsmarting many of our fellow locals. It didn't work. My Mum, who called me during said trip to the supermarket, can attest to the high-volume, high frequency reprimanding that escaped my lips by the time we reached the frozen section and the fourteenth request for ice-cream was uttered. Not pretty.
The final task occurred today, after a blissful break down at Wiseman's Ferry. Feeling all relaxed and yet, somehow quite purposeful, I braved the hairdresser, on the last day of school holidays. It wasn't our usual barber (he was sensibly enjoying the extra public holiday that we scored because Anzac Day and Easter Monday happened to coincide this year), rather one of those drop in hairdressers.
The lucky girl who got to deal with Nugget's numerous cowlicks and Doo Dah's bouffant, was wearing an "18" on her necklace and a Bieber-esque coiff. Cute? Yes. Experienced? No.
The peroxide blonde who tackled the twins' commented that "she got all the hair and he is, well, a bit balding really". Poor ol' Dew Drop. Apparently you continue to add hair to your stocks until you are about seven. There is still hope for Dew Drop. The Minx, on the other hand, may resemble a baboon by then.
The cupboards are stocked, the children's teeth are clean, and their hairs are all tidy-like. We are all ready for the commencement of Term 2 tomorrow.
Except me. I think I may need a Bex and a lie down.
What have you been doing to get ready for the new school term?