This week I feel like I have become the butt of all slapstick, the coyote to my family’s roadrunner.

Case 1: Hanging out the washing.

Now this is usually an easy task done without thinking, not in my house. Our washing line has been strategically placed overhanging the swimming pool. Thankyou former owners. Now I was out quickly hanging out the washing and daydreaming, as you do; the kids were in bed, Husband was out, the sun was shining, what better time is there for a daydream? Needless to say I was taking a peg off and in the next instant was at the bottom of the pool fully clothed, shoes and sunglasses and all. I spluttered in shock and rushed out of the pool completely soaked only to see Husband walking out the back door laughing at me.

Case 2: Wrigglebot weeing on the lemon tree.

Wrigglebot has developed a bit of an affinity for weeing on trees. He loves it and frankly what boy wouldn’t. It has got to the point now that when he has to wee he goes to the sliding door and says, ‘Mum wee lemon tree.’ (I think you can decipher that.) And out we go. Well that was all good until yesterday when I took him out as he was about to burst and just as he began my hat fell off. I could do nothing. I was helping him, I had to leave the hat which quickly got swamped with wee. Oh the fun times.

Surely that is all now, surely there will be no more metaphorical cakes in the face because I’m a little wary of what might come next if my coyote streak continues.

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