White trash road rage

Quiet days always trip you up, don't they? You're sailing along quite nicely, and then bam! Flat on your face. The big kids invented a great game this morning which I promptly named "White trash road rage". Jack was given a couple of cars by one of my friends (thanks Nikk!) that have beeping horns and play rock music when you press various buttons on them (like the electric guitar on Melrose Place when Amanda would get angry - you know?). Anyway, Jack and Phoebe had one car each, and they were hooning them around the loungeroom having a great time. Every so often they would play the electric guitar music and get up and dance. Given that Jack was once again wearing his Superman suit, and Pheebs was decked out in a tight skivvy, a nappy and a dummy, it was all about glamour. After a while the dancing got more frenetic (Phoebe produced some really disturbing hip-swivels) and then the deliberate smashing of vehicles began. As I said - white trash road rage.

Anyway, after avoiding a major bust-up I proceeded to try and be a proper Mummy and did some all-too-necessary housework. It was about 2:30 this afternoon that I realised that I was about to be tripped up in a big way. Why? Because the house was tidy, the kids were not only clean, dressed and fed, they were behaving impeccably, and we were on our way to being on-time for a doctor's appointment. I looked around the shining loungeroom, lined the kidlets up at the front door, grabbed the immaculate nappy bag....where were the car keys? Hmmm. After looking quickly in all the usual hiding places, I had one of those moments of clarity (few and far between, I assure you). We had taken both sets of keys with us on Saturday and put one in the glove box...which meant that the car keys I needed were safely ensconced inside the car. Great.

A couple of frantic (and fruitless) phone calls to Christian later, I managed to borrow my mother-in-law's car and got to the appointment on time and only slightly frazzled. Bless her cotton socks, she even kept the two girls at home for me! Who knows what white trash road rage could have been witnessed on the streets of Mount Martha if I'd dragged them all with me after that debacle?!?!