Hanging in There (just about!)

Being at a boys school must be rubbing off on me. Despite having unlimited Internet access, and a fair amount of free time, I have simply not been able to multitask the demands of student life, family responsibilities, and consistent blogging. Sigh.

It's been a rough few weeks. After having one car broken into in April (in which the entire door was taken off the car), a month or so later the battery in our other car died unexpectedly one morning (outside Yaya's house, on the way to work), and then this month Andel was caught in the middle of a pile up resulting in a lot of damage, and us having to share a car.

I'm also just a little tired and a little overworked. My body certainly seems to be protesting my constant activity, and begging me to rest. In fact, it seems that, in spite of my hard-fought resistance, this is battle I'm beginning to lose - starting with a fire-hot scratch in my throat that leaves me voiceless in the morning, and refuses to be soothed.

(Andel is very concerned about this: not only does it coincide with my teaching practice - which, according to my supervising educational facility, does not afford me the privilege of sick leave - more importantly, in my my other job (the role of mother) I don't quality for this benefit at all. As he reminded me last night, I "haven't been sick once since Zac was born; please don't start now".)

Fortunately teaching here at Wynberg Boys High School is very pleasant. It's so cleverly run, and productive. I'm really enjoying my time here. Except for this one small thing. There is a fellow student teacher who talks quite a bit. She insists on chatting to me every opportunity she gets (which is at least four or five times a day). She talks and talks and talks. About everything. Continuously.
I'm sure, being a young student she's just very enthusiastic. Still, at the end of the school day even my ears are exhausted!

Thankfully, through all of this, while I  may have lost my mind some, I have not yet lost my sense of humour, and I am hanging in there. Just about!

Knysna Cycle Tour Weekend - Photo Update

It's Friday morning, and as I'm painstakingly loading these pics (one at a time, because that's the only way they'll load) I'm thinking back to last week, and our extended weekend along the Garden Route for the Knysna Cycle Tour.

On Friday morning, way before the sun came up, 8 adults, 4 children, 4 bicycles, 2 cars and a trailer set off from Newmans Avenue along the N2 towards Victoria Bay. Annie and Natasha had decided not to come - Annie to fulfill some dancing commitments and 'avoid family drama', and Natasha in favour of a weekend away with her friend. In their place, we got Brendan, (originally) my friend, (now also) Andel's cycling partner, and a fast-becoming fully fledged member of the extended Hendricks family.

Getting packed

All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, at 05h00 in the morning!

The newbie gets to do the work

So how long is this trip supposed to take?

Breakfast at Wimpy in Heidelberg

"Hey Pinky, are you thinking what I'm thinking? ..."

We arrived at Carmel in Victoria Bay just before noon. Once we'd checked in and unpacked, we all snuggled into the green bus, and head to Knysna to allow the Andel, Brendan, Pops and Ash to register for their race - and to stock up on supplies for the weekend.

Our home for the weekend

When the boys aren't close Jorj still gets a carry

I'll wait here in the car with my Yaya, thanks

Ethan has the same idea - wake me when we're moved in

More than enough room for this brood

The exquisite view over Victoria Bay

On Saturday, after a late and lazy breakfast, we took a drive into George before returning to enjoy the facilities at Carmel. We spent the afternoon on the tennis court and in the park, enjoying the warm winter sun and beautiful surroundings.

Jorja and I making breakfast for the famiglia

Matthew practicing rolling over, while waiting for breakfast

Tennis doubles: PJ and Brendan vs. Papu and Andel

Aunty Dom teaching Ethan how to see-saw

Yaya and Matthew enjoying some sun

Jorja and Ethan baking tea-time treats in the sand

Don't mind me - I'm just going to enjoy my bottle so long

Where's he? There he is!

That tennis must have been really exhausting!

Sunday morning for the cyclists started with a healthy breakfast and some possibly not-so-healthy concoctions. By 07h00 they were on the road to Knysna. The rest of us were left with a child each (all 4 years old or younger), house in disarray, and nursery rhyme dvd on repeat. I think we spent most of the morning trying to protect Matthew from some rather rough hugs and kisses from Ethan and Zac! We later drove down to Knysna and were able to catch Pops and Ash on the road just before they finished. In celebration of a really good race for everyone, we threw a braai feast!
(Even the most ardent red-meat fan experienced the effects of a slight hangover the next day!)

Ash eating the breakfast of champions

Of course Zac had to wake up to say goodbye

As did Ethan...

... and Matthew...

... and Jorja!

Ready to ride

Taking the kids on a stroll to pass some time

Like father like son!

Babysitter in training

Meanwhile, back at the ranch: Where'd everyone go?

When all else fails - resort to interactive edutainment *blush*

Ash and Papu on the home-straight

 So proud of their Mommy; even happier to see her!

Is this where Daddy was all morning?!

 Our champion cyclists - team JABA
(and boy do they!)

Preparing the post-race feast

Rob and Dom cycle?! Imagine!

On Monday, after a tractor ride and some breakfast, we packed up and started on the journey home.

Two mommies and three nervous kiddies board the tractor

Feeding the ducks and geese

Picnic takeaways for lunch on the road

It was rather sad to be leaving so soon, where there was still so much to do and see, but we had a good time, and I'm sure we'll be back there next year!

PJ wondering if we have to bring Bren back :)