No this isn’t a post about how guilty* I feel for merrily eating Cadbury Scorched Peanuts while the boys have gone to the oh so exciting, stimulating and educational BANK with their father. It isn’t even about the times I use time-out for my own children’s safety lest I lash out with loud, cruel and hurtful words or worse still; a hard smack.
This post is about how to successfully be the worst mother imaginable.
We spent an exciting day at Underwater World at Mooloolaba today.
The older 2 had an absolute blast. We did discover though that 1 year old’s time limit in the car is about 35 minutes,after which time he will inexplicably start screaming inconsolably. NOT fun if you decide to travel for about one and half hours. We stopped a couple of times to calm him down and I tried to nurse him but I think he just doesn’t travel well. Live & learn I guess.
I found the place a little disappointing, maybe because I was comparing it to Sydney or Melbourne’s version. The seals and otters are just adorable and the sharks nearly made me pee in my pants. No, not really but they *were* impressive. I have to say it – the giant squid was a huge let down. I was expecting something a lot more…I don’t know just a lot more ALIVE? or at least a little bit more GIANT.
6 year old once again demonstrated he has inherited his father’s sense of humour:
“Oh look! A school of fish.”
A larger fish passes by shortly after.
“And that must be their teacher!” *snigger*
