Saturday, 30 May 2015

Princess Antics

Have you ever had a family gathering and there's that one person who doesn't pull their weight?  The princess who sits on the window seat and watches whilst the rest of the family gets on with cleaning up?

We have a rule in our house, if you cook you don't clean up after.  Personally it's hard for me to let others wash up and clean because the clean freak tendencies of mine take root and I spend days after trying not to give into the temptation of rewashing all the crockery and cutlery as I'm not 100% sure they have been washed throughly!  I must say though in my defence that I've made great strides in curtailing these temptations, even if I do say so moyself ;). I now know that not everyone has the ability to wash dishes in scalding hot water, the desire to rinse dishes throughly in hot water before washing in dish washing liquid to limit food scraps coating the next dish being washed.  Nor do they have the desire to clean up the sink and the surrounding area so you're washing up in a clear space.  

Anyway, I digress.

Last night we had a potluck dinner for my cousins birthday at our place because her siblings had failed to organise anything for her, nada, zilch, zero.  Let's call them wank*rs for now.

Our viber group chat starts off with me proposing a potluck dinner and because birthday girl wants it at ours, I give in to the venue request despite the previous weeks promise to penguin boy of finally having a weekend free of anything remotely social, chore like or obligatory attendance (I make further promises to PB of 'you won't have to lift a finger and can get your nerd on all day until it's time to eat and for the rest of the weekend' which was met with scepticism, an eye roll and a sarcastic 'uh huh') 

We get to the end of the evening, dinners been gobbled up, the birthday song has been butchered and we've all had our fill of Banoffee pie.  Whilst everyone including penguin boy is clearing the table, washing dishes or drying, my cousins girlfriend sits by the window watching us.  There's no effort to do anything other then sit like a royal princess, complaining about how full she is.  She doesn't bat an eyelid when two of the girls order me away from the kitchen because I've done the cooking and hosting.  Neither does she blink when they tell the birthday girl to get lost as she's not to do anything on her birthday.  Despite the fact that she lived with us for 6 months, when one of the girls asks her where some of the dishes went, she didn't know and in her defence she didn't have reason to know, I can count on one hand how many times in 6 months she washed up lol.

Almost an hour later and close to finishing the clean up, she suddenly speaks quietly to her boyfriend (my cousin).  He immediately gets up and I assume he's going to ask whether there's anything he can do to help but instead asks if they can take a slice and Banoffee pie home hahaha.  Oh the willpower not to say piss off was in overdrive ;) As she's sitting pretty I explain that the Banoffee pie was a special request by the birthday girl as she's not a cake person and she pipes up with "does that mean I can request a sticky toffee pudding for my birthday?"  Naughtily in my head I'm thinking, you can request it all you like but something tells me I'm going to be super busy in August heh heh ;)

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Yoga buds

Those looks of disdain when you walk into Yoga in old ratty sweats and a 10 year old T shirt.

And that look you give them back...

"What? its Yoga, not a freaking ball...and darling, you might want to go easy on the eye shadow next time, it'll get into your eyes when you sweat" 

lol oh if only I cared...I've got bigger things to worry about, like how to to do the warrior, looking poised and strong rather then looking like that elephant standing on a board balanced on a tennis ball.  You get the visual right?  Anegelina Ballerina I am not ;)