Learning time

I’ve been pretty busy in the lead up to our trip to Tasmania tomorrow; trying to fit all of my usual holiday activities into the time before we go away has made for a chaotic few days. Given the non-stop tasks that have required completion, and the very important lounging around doing nothing I’ve been trying to do, I’ve managed to have a very full week, in which I’ve learnt the following:

• Never watch a movie that you haven’t seen before with a 6 year old who has. Five minutes in you will know every detail about who the good guys are, who the bad guys are, who lives, who dies and how the movie ends. You will also be warned so you can cover your eyes for the gross kissing parts.
  
  
• It’s actually possible to heat your leg wax to the point where it will catch fire(but only if you’re distracted enough to leave the wooden spatula in it while you heat it)
  
  
• No matter the size difference between you, a 6 year old can always eat more ice cream than you can.
  
  
• If you buy your husband a PS3, expect to have the bed to yourself until at least 3am, but often until 5am.
  
  
• People in Tasmania don’t like it when they ask where you’re travelling from, and you say ‘Australia’.
  
  
• If a 2 year old grabs your face and leaves a big, slimy, wet handprint on it, don’t ask what it is – just wipe it off and choose to believe it’s water.
  
  
• People with houses that are always tidy are not normal.
  
  
• If you call a brewery to book a tour, don’t be surprised if the people who answer sound drunk.
  
  
• If you give someone 2kg of chocolate, they will make you a chocolate pavlova.
  
  
• If you beat your husband at Scrabble by 2 points, he gets a lot more upset than if you beat him by the usual 150 points.
  
  
• Eggnog tastes like runny custard tart filling.
  
  
• If you make the effort to do all of your back-log of cleaning, you may find that you have to do 10 loads of washing, but you might also find $300 worth of cash and gift vouchers in your study that you forgot you had.

So early tomorrow morning I’m heading off to Tasmania for seven days for my first real holiday. It’s probably pretty unlikely that I’ll post anything during that time, so I hope that everyone reading enjoys their week as much as I know I’m going to enjoy mine. Stop back next week to read lots of long, dull dribble about my holiday. It’ll be like a virtual version of ‘slide night’. Oh the fun of it all!