Why oh why did I ever long for a garden?

The school holidays are in full swing. The kids are climbing the walls (I know only Girl1 is usually in school, but when she starts whining 'I'm booooooored!!!', Girl2 usually chimes in). They've been playing in "The Garden", AKA bit of dirt and brown grass at the back of our house, whenever the weather permits. Today must have been National Bug on a Stick Day or something, because it seems like all they've done is run in the house with a bug on a stick, going 'Look, mum! A centipede/caterpillar/snail/tarantula!!' and waving it in my face, all while I'm trying not the shriek and squash their new pet with a big shoe. I had the genius idea of telling them they could plant seeds in the garden and grow plants. Cool! Except that they've planted pumpkin seeds, pepper seeds, apple seeds, a whole banana (?), orange seeds and an onion (basically whatever fruit or veg I happen to be cooking with that day), and now feel the need to inform me every 2.9 seconds that nothing has grown yet. No matter how many times I explain the them that things take a long time to grow (I decided not to crush their dreams by telling them it's highly unlikely that anything is going to grow in the barren, dry clay, I mean soil, in our garden)they still insist on asking me. All. The. Time. That's going to get a tad annoying over the next few weeks. I'm tempted to go and stick some carrots in the ground with the tops poking out, and tommorrow say 'Look, kids! Look what's grown! Never mind, how did a carrot grow from a banana and some pumpkin seeds, the important thing is that you grew it! Well done!'. I've had enough of having a garden now, it's no fun any more. I had visions of lush green grass, beautiful foliage and brightly coloured, fragrant flowers everywhere. Then I remembered that I'm not at all green-fingered. In fact, I'd be lucky to keep a plastic plant alive. The Husband is going to attack it with a lawnmower again, anyway, and see if he can't get it looking halfway decent. I'm not holding my breath.

On a brighter note, I get a night off tomorrow! After a day of avoiding bugs, sweeping up soil that's been traipsed through the house and lying to my children about their agricultural attempts, The Husband and I are going to the cinema! I'm not sure what I'm more excited about, going to see the new Harry Potter movie or getting a night off. Is it weird to be this excited about going to the cinema for the evening?

Until next time,

Crazy Mother

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