Hello there fellow home defenders.
It’s been another one of those empty and unproductive days at home involving a lot of unpaid babysitting, house cleaning, lunch and dinner making. Not forgetting the dyper changing. Lots of walking really slowly in the corridors and sometimes just ending up in rooms you had no intention of being in.
I have probably logged into my facebook 20 times today and there was not a single notification, message or friend request. Ish is so bad I have given up on my twitter. I have tried to cook something spontaneous for dinner tonight but the skill of reading and grasping basic concepts does not come easy to me. Cook books are waste of space! They only ever have the specific ingredients that you have never heard about in your life.
Somehow my little sister is having a ball though. She’s been watching Nick Jr since morning. I did try to understand what it is that she finds entertaining in shows such as ‘Peppa Pig’ and ‘Ben And Holly’. After a few episodes I came to the conclusion that it’s nothing but a bunch of jargon, nothing but a bunch of money grabbing campaigns started by script writers whose imaginations weren’t crazy enough to make it into Hollywood. Why did they have to have a specific category filled with at least a 100 of those ‘kids’ channels? Imagine how many more sports channels you and I could have if we were to sacrifice that so called ‘kids’ section on the TV Guide.
Nonetheless, my little sister couldn’t care less about all of that. She has managed to turn the whole house upside down and I have been nothing but passive about it. I mean if it wasn’t for that mess she made I don’t know how I would have occupied myself in the last hour.
Living for me sort of begins and ends during the night time. After cooking and then washing up the dinner plates, I turn my attention to my 15 minute weight lifting session which coincides with the hour long daily episodes of the Big Brother Series. Having been infuriated by the actions of particular housemates, (not naming the homie Aden) I lift the only weights that I posses with a calculated amount of oomph which I hope results in the tearing of muscles leaving me with arms that mirror those of Gael Monfils. Yeah I know, it’s kind of borderline wishful thinking but what else can one do.
Ensuing my confrontation with the weights, I end the night with a nice cold shower, an episode of PTI and Around The Horn.
And that’s just one day in the life of an everyday guch.
