why is housework so interminably boring? and where the freak is mick's other school shirt? and why is the whiskey bottle getting so empty?

facebook has all but killed my blogging mojo. i think it's because there are eleventy billion people on there that i know/used to know/think i know, and they are all chatting day and night and i am all chatting back and it's way more instant than blogging cos there is always someone online which is really awesome when i'm avoiding housework by sneaking into the sparkly vampire movie for the second time. gosh it's so convenient that the kids are happy at skool! stuck at home avoiding the housework. cos the p'liceman exam supervision job ended on monday and now i am all freakity freaking out about popping back into various unsuspecting friends' classrooms with the excuse of finding my classroom mojo, but really i am just avoiding the housework. and is there anyone out there who is/was a school reliever? cos i need some serious tips. pronto. cos i found a book all about it, but it was sixty bucks and included a billion of those incredibly mind-numbing worksheet things which are not part of my psyche. let's throw some paint around.

anyway, thankfully there is still someone under our roof earning the big bucks a dollar fifty.
he is currently holding the equivalent of three hundred and ninety two sudokus (is that the valid plural of sudoku?) in his head. otherwise known as the School Timetable.
which is all about squishing seven hundred odd kids, fifty odder teachers, and who knows how many subject choices into a rather small space.
which equals a lengthy sequence of ridiculously late nights/early mornings and several large whiskeys a large headache.

which is also why i have drawn the short straw with the housework. perhaps if i promise the kids a putting up of the tree after the big huck out? cos i can hardly find my bed again. and mouse has only one school shirt. i know there is another one around here somewhere. maybe it's on facebook...