My Lifeline With Sanity

On the odd occasion - you know, like 90% of the time - when things seem as if they're going from bad to worse, or from worse to desperate, it's good to know I've got friends who'll help get me through.

Take this week, for example. It wasn't enough that my Beloved was working out of town. Little Miss 13-month-old (aka The Destroyer) decided this was a good week to come down with Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease.

No, our ancestry does not include any cloven-hooved beasts. (Though I do have a devilish streak - does that count?)

Who thought of the name for this virus? What were they thinking? Were they thinking? It's bad enough that we have to quarantine The Destroyer for over a week. (Ye Gods!) But suddenly she's got an illness that, by the sounds of it, will result in her baa-ing or moo-ing like a farmyard animal.

Which is quite funny, actually, because this week she developed a serious interest in the different sounds animals make. So at least two hours of every quarantine day has involved her repeatedly thrusting a Hand-Foot-and-Mouth-saliva'd book at me so I could point to pictures and make animal noises.

I studied my butt off, all through high school and university and a post-graduate qualification - for what? So I could make cute animal noises a couple of hundred times a day, that's what!

Who says education is an investment for the future?!!

My saving grace this week has been the daily school drop-off and pick-up routine. I probably would've gone mad(der) if I hadn't been able to laugh about it with other mums who've been-there-done-that with the illnesses, quarantine nightmares and animal noises. These friends have been my lifeline with sanity. You know who you are, girls! Thanks a million!

Presidents And Assholes!

We had some friends around for a friendly (read "hellish competitive") game of cards in the weekend, and I learned how to play Presidents and Assholes. (I have no idea how I missed learning it until now. I must have been very, very busy… writing, of course… )

Now, as soon as you hear the name you know it's gonna be a goodie. And boy, is it a goodie! (Mostly because I became the President in the very first round! And managed to retain that lofty position for so many rounds the rest of the table started muttering about beginner's luck gone mad.)

The gist of the game is that you're trying to get rid of your cards before everyone else. The complicating factor is that if you're the President (ie you won the last round) you get to offload your two worst cards to the Asshole at the start of the round, and the Asshole (who lost the last round) has to give you their two best cards. (Want more details? Google it and you'll find the full set of rules.)

Why do I mention all this? Well, Presidents and Assholes teaches several important life lessons which it never hurts to be reminded of:
1  It's handy to have an asshole in your life.
2  Once you're the President, life gets a lot easier - and if you get ousted it's usually through your own stupidity.
3  Never trust your right-hand man.
4  Never think of the game as a game - it's cut-throat, it's dog-eat-dog, and every player is in it to win.
5  So much in life is luck - but you can still completely screw things up even when you've got it good.

And to my card-shark buddies: when's the next challenge? Bring it on!