The weekend just been was, for Gentil and I, Hectic. That’s right, hectic with a capital H. Reason being, that we decided to be nice (curse the day -that- thought came into our heads) and take the girls to his place for the weekend, and do all manner of exciting things with them. It was exciting alright…

PLEASE NOTE: At all times, the twins are either talking, yelling, screaming, squealing, screeching, laughing, crying, whining, complaining, fighting, etc. They are also always moving. So, please envision the following scenarios with that in mind.

DAY ONE - SATURDAY

12:00pm - We attempt to get two six year olds, two suitcases on wheels, two backpacks and ourselves onto a bus while paying for tickets, conversing with the driver like sane, normal human beings (although the fact that we were taking two children somewhere to stay should have made it blatantly obvious that we weren’t) and trying not to bump into other passengers. I was just praying that the backseat of the bus was empty, so the girls could sit there. It was. Thank the lord.

1:30pm - We take 10 minutes to walk to Gentil’s (should only take like 2 minutes), during which time Gentil and I get to drag the suitcases. When we finally get there the girls run around Gentil’s unit (known from here on in as “the shoebox”) like crazy animals (in a way they are), and I become aware that Gentil has a lot of porn around. I make a mental note to put up male porn around my room so the girls don’t think it’s only men who can enjoy looking at scantily clad bodies.

1:40pm - We take the girls to meet Gentil’s parents. A lot of “Aww, they’re so cute” type statements are spoken, the girls get icecream, and then we get a lift to Northland from Gentil’s dad. I curse the fact that Gentil doesn’t have a license and his own car when Tif accidentally drops icecream on the carseat. Luckily I manage to clean it off, mostly. I think.

2:00pm - We stand near where you buy the tickets at Hoyts and decide what to watch. Unfortunately, we decide to see Happy Feet. By we, I mean the girls. We join the queue and wait, and the whole time I am reassuring Katie that we won’t miss the movie. Once I buy the tickets (they’re HOW much?!), Gentil went outside for a smoke and I joined another queue to get popcorn. The girls eyes.. wow. They just about GLOWED when they saw what was on offer. Then they both asked for just about everything they could get. I ended up buying them a popcorn each and a drink that came in a Happy Feet cup. They seemed happy. We make our way to the ticket lady, and are told that Cinema 11 is on the -other- side. Oops.

2:10pm - The movie starts and I contemplate the chances of being able to exchange Gentil and I’s tickets for something better. I decide that the odds aren’t good, and settle in for two hours of torture. At some stage during the movie, Gentil nudged me and pointed to Katie, who was in tears. This was during the scene where a vicious seal chases Mumble (the main character, a tap dancing penguin), and tries to eat him. I consoled her as best I could. During the movies, the girls had to go to the toilet three or four times. This meant I had to push past an old woman and her son/grandson.. so I started just jumping down to the next row of seats. The girls had sat in the row in front of us, to save arguments about who would sit next to who. At one stage while jumping down a row, I nearly went face first into the -next- row. I don’t think anyone noticed though. They would have laughed for sure, and no one was laughing that I could hear.

4:20pm - We leave the movie and take the girls to McDonalds. While they’re eating, I go to the bathroom, and when I come back Katie informs me that Gentil thought I had gotten lost. Nice of him. By this stage, I am pretty much broke, except for bus fares. Gentil and I were astounded to realise that meant I had spent nearly $100, just on the movies. Kids… psh.

Now, I tire of remembering everything, so I’ll say briefly that we took them home, hired some videos, they watched a video and then went to sleep. Except Tiffany wouldn’t sleep, and started throwing a tantrum, so I called Mum, and then she settled. Then I went and collapsed into bed.

DAY TWO - SUNDAY

Sunday was probably the worst day. We should have taken them home, but I really wanted to give Mum a break, and they were so looking forward to Bundoora Farm. Until they got there, of course. I don’t have the patience to write everything down, but they really did nothing but bitch and complain, and whine and whinge the WHOLE time. So yeah, it was a complete waste of money, really. They didn’t enjoy it, nor appreciate it. Oh well. I was planning on writing more about Sunday, but I can’t be bothered. That’s how exhausted I am, I can’t even be bothered typing.

Bleh.