You remember the ugly noo-noo that I wrote about a while ago? AKA the Parktown Prawn. Well there is one of these beasts chowing down on the cats' biscuits in my kitchen as I type. I can actually hear it lifting and munching on the kibbles. Naturally, I have let the little horror feast away- though it is totally creeping me out as I am sitting in the open-plan dining room with my back to the thing. There just seems to be something wrong with a bug making this much noise as it eats. I am - with difficulty- suppressing deep primal urges to run away screaming like a little girl.
Call me weird though- but I have this food quality test. I am deeply suspicious of foods that the bugs (more especially ants) don't want to eat. So Hills C/d must be just as nutritious as the bag advertises because the noo-noo likes it. A lot. Don't know what is worse- he has now gone quiet. Feel like I am the chick in the shower in one of those horror films.
On bugs- I got to wondering the other day about ants. Do they copulate? Or is there a big queen ant somewhere that just lays eggs and a Chosen One that gets to fertilise them all? And how old is an ant when he is fully mature? I have visions of a little nipper chipping out of his little egg and Mommy ant and Daddy ant saying to him- ok kiddo- stop fucking about now- you're 3 seconds old- time to get out there and start bringing home the crumbs...
As I reversed out of our driveway this morning- it dawned on me (really slowly) as I looked at the bakkie that James had borrowed while his car was in for a service- that I was supposed to be taking Christopher to creche. Usually Daddy's job. Deep sigh. Already late. Drive back in. James and I both laugh that we had managed to forget. Christopher ready in the flashest of flashes and thrilled to be coming with me. Until he realises that he is still going to creche and starts moaning as we pull into the creche parking lot.
He then clings to me for dear life and cries his eyes out as I try to hand him over to his teacher. I crouch down holding him. Try to distract him. Notice that poor little Aiden is again in the Naughty Chair (a high chair where he cannot move). I am not sure that Aiden is ever released from the Naughty chair- it is the only place I ever see him. Although- he must be- in order to perpetrate all the crimes the accident book records. If the accident book is to be believed, Aiden is half vampire. There is no-one in the class that he hasn't had a little munch on.
So eventually leave- feeling like the worst mother ever. Ever, ever.ever. But also so grateful that James spares me this torment every day. I have the joy of seeing my little angel's eyes light up when he sees me and comes running toward me at full, totally unstable, tilt, when I come to collect him. This is my treasure.
And that hubby has arrived home and I can send him to sort out the noo-noo. James walks in and bravely goes off to sort it out. The noo-noo is not there...Where is the noo-noo?
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