‘Tis the time for mayhem
IT’S starting. The quickening. The month or so before Christmas where everything speeds up.
All of a sudden your calendar fills up with school functions, dance concerts, Christmas parties, end-ofyear celebrations and awards nights and you struggle to have a life in between.
Speaking of Christmas parties, our MMG party last weekend was a roaring success and despite the multitude of bruises across my body, I live to tell the tale.
Give me a dare and you know I’ll do it.
With the bucking bull returning again, I was on a mission to redeem myself after last year’s pathetic attempt.
And redeem myself I did — holding on for dear life for an astonishing 28 seconds.
I lasted longer than all the boys, apart from a 58-year-old veteran editor who the operator decided to go easy on. So basically I won. But it came at a cost. A humungous bruise on my left thigh, and some black and blue contusions on my wrist, elbow and hand.
I have been getting some strange looks when I head out in public. So was it worth it? Hell yeah! I would normally lather on the self tan to cover them up, but there was no need this time.
Because a quick stopover in Noosa did the trick. It was all about the sun, surf and sand over the weekend as I headed up north for a quick reunion with my auntie from Denmark.
Any kind of Jensen reunion involving my sisters and parents is sure to be an uproarious fun-filled affair and this one was no different.
It was three days of eating, drinking, celebrating, swimming, game-playing, fighting, making up and crying when I have to leave.
Thankfully, I won’t have time to be sad as I will be on the go again after touching back down in Victoria.
Ayla’s year 6 graduation is this week, marking my big girl’s final year in primary school.
I am not exactly sure where those years went but they certainly didn’t wait for me to catch up.
I can still remember the day I said goodbye to Ayla as she raced off like a headless chicken to join the other kinders at Bunnaloo Primary School.
No fear and bursting with excitement at what school had in store for her that day.
While that doesn’t quite happen anymore (it’s more like ‘how many sleeps until the holidays?’), school has helped shape her into the fascinating and highly original girl she is.
Unfortunately her unconventional and headstrong ways, which will bode well for her later in life, are proving difficult when it comes to buying her an outfit.
Gone are the days she loved twirling in a dress so that is out of the question.
She’s a tomboy and that’s fine with me. But there is no way she is going to the graduation dinner in a pair of jeans and an AC/DC shirt.
And so began the search for an alternative — a nice skirt or stylish pants with a smart top, or a dressy jumpsuit.
I’ve always looked forward to the day I helped Ayla choose an outfit for her graduation.
Until I didn’t. And I think Ayla’s stepmum would agree with me.
Eight outfits and she chooses the shortest and strappiest jumpsuit.
Yes it’s cute but it violates every rule the school has given us when it comes to dress standards (no shorter than mid-thigh in length and no shoestring straps).
So, at this point in time, we’re at a stand-off with three sleeps to go.
So watch this space.