Carmie had a sleep over at her Lolo & Dida's this weekend, and she was very excited about it. When I went to pick her up, she asked if she could stay another night. It was good, because we got to spend some one on one time with Arley, which he doesn't get very often. He did get to have a play at the farm both days too. We had lovely weather this week, with lots of outside time. Carmie has been using the climbing wall, and Arley has fallen in love with jumping on the trampoline. He also loves to go into my studio, unbeknownst to me, but luckily he only likes to do "water paintings", which don't do much damage.
Arley put me through the ringer this week. On Wednesday evening I was alone with the kids, and I was cleaning the kitchen. Carmie was playing on the iPad in the lounge room, and Arley was hanging around holding one of his trains. I went out the front door to put something in the recycling, and then went back into the kitchen. After a couple of minutes I realised things were too quiet, so I called out, "Arley, say Mama". No answer. I yelled out again, but still no answer. I went to his room, and the train he'd been playing with was lying on the floor, wheels turning. I ran through the house calling to him, then I ran outside and checked both gates, looked in the studio, looked under the studio, under the patio, anywhere I could think that he might have fallen and hurt himself. Meanwhile I was still screaming his name. I ran inside, and got Carmie and told her to help me look. We were both running around calling him, but no answer. At this point, I panicked, and thought he must have followed me out the front to the recycling bin, so I went out the front door and called him. Checked both sides of the house, nothing. I was screaming his name in the front yard, and screaming for the neighbours to help me. "Can somebody help me, please????" Still no answer, not even a single neighbour poking their head out the door. Carmie was crying on the front patio, and then suddenly she goes, "Mum, I can hear him!" I raced to the front door, and there was Arley behind the screen with a muesli bar in his hand, saying, "Can I have a muesli bar?" I could have killed him!! He was in the pantry, in the dark, the whole time! Right in the kitchen with me :( Thankfully none of the neighbours actually came to help me, because I would have felt even more foolish, but seriously, that wasn't very neighbourly!! I knelt down and hugged Arley and told him that when Mummy calls for him, he must answer me. Do you know what he said? "Muesli bar?"
On Thursday I also decided to give myself a hair cut with the new clippers. Jeff usually does it for me, using the #6 blade. I watched a video on youTube, and then thought, "I can do this!", so I went and got the clippers, chose the 6 blade, and went outside (so as not to get hair all over the bathroom, as it was quite long) and cut my hair. I was all proud of myself, and I went inside and looked in the mirror, and just about fell over. My hair was gone. I checked the blade. Yes, it had a 6 on it, for 6mm. Right next to that 6 was a #2. I gave myself a complete buzz cut. I burst into tears and am still recovering. Jeff says it's not so bad, and Carmie thinks its cool, although she was very concerned this morning that the teachers would 'laugh and laugh and laugh' at me. Well, they didn't, did they? I haven't left the house yet without my hat :)
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