Embarrassing Emails

Mr T took a few weeks off work to give me a chance to rest and then work out which activities fatigued me. It was imperative to create a new routine that enabled me to manage my CFS when home alone with three children under five. Having a laptop and desktop computer meant Mr T could check his emails without interrupting me, but having his email arriving in the inbox on the desktop and laptop computers caused a bit of confusion.

Both of us were busy tapping away on our computers, I at the desk and he on the lounge with the laptop, when I had a sudden urge to send him a loving email. I sent a red ‘I LOVE YOU’ in the largest font possible to him.  As soon as he received it, he sent back, ‘I love you more’ in the normal size font with extra large ‘XXXX’ after it; his way of trumping my large letters.

I couldn’t top this so I sent back, ‘I’m pretending I didn’t see that!’

Our loving email exchange should have finished there, but I forgot that all emails that I sent to Mr T, were also received in the inbox on the computer I was using. As soon as I saw, ‘I’m pretending I didn’t see that!’ I thought he was mocking me, so I replied, ‘Go away, I’m trying to work! I love you.’

Yep, I’d just answered my own email.  And if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, I also replied to my ‘Go away…’ email with ‘You are so getting smacked when I’ve finished.’

Mr T found this highly amusing when he discovered I was answering my own emails!

I blamed it on the CFS.

Word of the Month – Wobble

Every now and then I hear a word that sounds and/or evokes feeling in tune with its meaning. I thought I'd share these words with everyone by introducing a word of the month, if for nothing more than to provide a short post when I'm lost for words or busy fighting CFS symptoms.

Tomboy brought 'wobble' to my attention last week.

She bit into a sour orange and said, 'This orange makes me wobble!'

Weather Predicting Underwear

We bought new underwear for Tomboy and Boywonder last week. Tomboy was thrilled with her ‘seven days of the week’ underwear. Unfortunately, they didn’t have ‘days of the week’ underwear for boys, so Boywonder had to settle for pirates.

The new underwear instantly added a new routine to our morning; Tomboy always asked what day was written on her underwear as she dressed. After checking her underwear (because that’s the only way I know what day it is) I confirmed it was Monday. Not content with ‘Ahoy there!’ plastered on the front of his underwear, Boywonder announced that he wanted underwear that told him the weather.

‘You want weather predicting underwear?’ I asked with eyebrows raised. I immediately imagined a huge satellite dish hanging off the side of his underwear and a digital panel at the front that displayed the temperature with a picture of the sun, clouds or rain. I laughed to myself when I further imagined the underwear giving him a taste of the weather; he’d soon change his mind if it were snowing!

We won’t be rushing to the patent office with weather predicting underwear, but I will keep an eye out for something that displays the sun, clouds or rain next time we’re in the underwear section when shopping…or is that the meteorology section?

Girls V. Boys

Being the only two males in our house, Mr T and Boywonder have to stick together. They suffer through histrionics if they leave the toilet seat up, both bathrooms looking like torture chambers with hair straighteners, leg wax and manicure kits littering the benches, and so many varieties of perfume in the air that they’d be forgiven for thinking they lived in a bordello. (Although many males would think a bordello a fine place to live.)

It’s not easy finding your place in such a large household, especially one full of females, so when Boywonder discovered that he and Mr T were the only ones in the house with willehs, he told Mr T, ‘We’re awesome! We have willehs!’

This didn’t bode well with Tomboy who was determined to be awesome as well. Her response to Boywonder’s announcement was, ‘I want a willeh too!’

I could’ve explained to Tomboy that this was an impossibility, but I thought it would be nicer (and funnier) to leave her with a little hope that she may one day have a willeh, so I said, ‘Don’t worry, dear. You have something that will get you lots of willehs when you’re older.’

Tomboy had no idea what I meant, but she was happy in the knowledge that the males in the house wouldn’t always be the only ones with a willeh, and for her, that’s awesome!

Comical Quotes

Boywonder (4 years old) – When asked when and how he got the large bruise on his shin, Boywonder replied, ‘That happened when I was young.’

Me – Wheat and concentrated tomato are just two of the many things that upset Miss Flora’s tummy. After finding a wheat-free pasta in the health food aisle of the supermarket, I turned to Uni Student and asked, ‘Do you think anyone makes a tomato-free pasta sauce?’

More Clairvoyance?

My intuition is working well at the moment... even when I'm asleep. 

I woke at 5 am to tend to Miss Flora's high temperature. Mr T was woken as well, so I told him that I'd dreamt the Socceroos beat Germany 4–0. Mr T went downstairs to check and returned with the current score of Germany 2, Socceroos 0, so my dream wasn't going to come true. 

Imagine my surprise when we finally got out of bed later in the morning to discover the score was 4–0, except in Germany's favour. I'm now working on the lotto numbers. I expect I'll get the right numbers on the wrong night. 

Coincidence or Clairvoyance

As Mr T and I washed and dried the breakfast dishes, I wondered what I should cook for dinner. Not feeling the best, I wanted something simple. It only took thirty seconds of thought before I decided I’d throw a frozen, family-size meat pie in the oven and cook some vegetables to go with it.

‘Don’t we have a meat pie in the freezer that we could have for dinner?’ asked Mr T.

There’s nothing unusual about Mr T suggesting what to cook for dinner, except I hadn’t mentioned dinner. All of my thoughts and decisions about dinner had been in my head. We bought the meat pie at least a month ago, and he never had a need to look in the freezer, so it’s not like Mr T had recently seen the pie.

This wasn’t the first time one of us had spoken aloud the thoughts of the other, or finished a sentence for each other. There’s a certain amount of comfort knowing that you’re so connected to your partner; there’s also a certain amount of spookiness.

If only we could connect to Tattslotto so well.