Tomorrow and Wednesday heralds, finally the end of the summer holiday for the off spring. They will, hopefully spend the next few months being bombarded with clever stuff that makes them both intelligent and occupied. They will hopefully be able to immerse themselves into subjects that challenge their mental ability and positively engage their peers in worthy debate on the state of any given subject.
What will more than likely happen instead is that I suspect that my pre teen who thinks she eighteen will spend more time trying to be cool at her new school that actually bother with anything clever. Her pre requisite and sparkling new uniform will fortunately negate her willingness and need for individuality and her morning bus journey will drag her out of her bed at a suitable hour, which is some hours before lunch. It will be a shock to her system to experience eating breakfast actually in the morning, but a lesson well learnt for her future years. For the even younger one, he will perhaps not engage anyone in worthy debate, in fact he probably won't give a shit either way as he blasts himself around the playground being a boy. For him there is unlikely to be worthy debate as he argues his corner, I can warn others and take this from my experience he has the ability to be quite convincing. So convincing in fact that I have had to install a daily password system for my bar staff. The rule has been, no Cheddars, crisps or sweets if he doesn't know the password. It worked at first...
Today though marks the end of a long and busy weekend. Staff drinks after work always sounds like a good idea at the time. Its only when you get into the detail of who wants what to drink, and who is rostered to work the next day do you realise just complex it can all be. Factor in age and some immaturity and it proves to be challenging to keep all happy. And as predicted a few days ago, the party went exactly as I said it would be. Slow and subdued to start followed by raucous and noisy till four in the morning. The very young of the youngest were the first to leave, not exactly walking upright it has to be said. The oldest of us, the more experienced of us and those of us who have little idea of when to stop were of course the last to leave. Begrudgingly at the time I trudged upstairs, the laughter of the night still echoing in my head and within one second of resting my head on my pillow was I asleep. Blissfully unaware that the cleaner fairy was going to take all the hassle away of tidying up the mess that we made.
And then Sunday happened. What had been a good idea turned Sunday into a tragedy. I could swear that this past Sunday was longer that it normally is. The last few hours of the day took forever to pass. The throbbing head was temporarily stilled by a few tablets and a glass of water but none of the old tricks worked. Not even greasy bacon and eggs. And then we went o a braai / bbq in the afternoon. Fantastic it was, especially once a few glasses of red were downed. We never learn.
Until tomorrow.
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