Sarah; and the Smell of Victory

This weekend was a weekend of beguilement, regalement, merriment and hoopla.
(I went and looked up words on the internet to describe laughter, belly laughter, giggling, hysterics and total abandonment on one’s ability to talk or walk when one is hit with the hilarious escapades of my family.)

Sarah left Johannesburg at 20h30 on Friday night for a much needed MOM break. So we dutifully set the alarm at 3.h00 to fetch her from the bus station, and Mathew was with us for the weekend. Cait unfortunately did not come down for the weekend much to my great sadness. The finances just did not allow for this… mores the pity because when my children get together I sit and admire them and am in awe of the fact that I actually had a hand in them being on this wonderful but crazy world of ours.

We took Fiona and Little Boy with us to collect Sarah as we were on our way to Port Edward for the weekend. Our friend Val has a beach “Cottage” there right on the shores. It is the most amazing “Cottage” and I say cottage very much tongue in cheeck as it can sleep 20 people. More like a mansion!

We arrive at the bus station a little late as we had to put fuel in the bakkie (delivery Van) first. Sarah of course was a bundle of nerves as she dislikes travelling alone. I ran to greet her or if you were to hear her describe it, I skipped, hopped and waddled as I have had knee re-construction and look like a crab I am sure running like they do in the movies to greet her.

There was no field of flowers to run through, just a stinky bus station swarming with people at 4h00 in the morning. This did not deter the pleasure I felt at seeing my Angel Sarah, I swear there was music in the back ground as I ran towards my Sarah in slow motion.

Sarah was so pleased to see me and did not seem to mind being plonked in the back of the bakkie (delivery Van) with Matt and the Dogs. (Jinx was being baby sat by my good friend Caz as she is due this week I think and I didn’t not think she could handle the 2 hour journey)

Little boy was ecstatic to see his Sarah; he absolutely adores her and becomes this blithering idiot around her, whimpering and crying like a girl!

We weren’t even 45 minutes into our journey when I received a “Call me from Sarah” There is no inter leading window between the cab and the back of the bakkie . I tried to phone her back but she sent a message as I was not responding quickly enough. Little Boy had welcomed her back with the most interesting and alarming gift he could think of.

Sarah and Mathew were dozing in the bakkie at 5h00 and suddenly their nostrils were assaulted by this over powering aroma of last night’s dinner. However this was not before Sarah experienced this wet warm feeling on her leg!

“Little Boy has poohed (not the word she used) in the bakkie on my shoe and leg.!” We stopped the bakkie; luckily we had toilet paper and a bottle for water so we were able to do a bit of a cleanup. Poor Sarah was mortified. Mathew asked her how come she couldn’t see Little Boy taking a “Dump” to which Sarah replied, "My eyes were closed and I stretched out and felt this warm icky feeling and then the smell hit me!"All over her newly clean takkies (track shoes) and pants.

She stood on the side of the road and took off her track pants and washed her legs off and put a new clean pair of pants on. There we were at 5h00 stopped in Amanzimtoti, cleaning the bakkie and Sarah without any ceremony stripped off her pants and stood there in her French Knickers for the whole world to see. The dogs in the neighbour hood were giving her a round of applause with their loud barking with great enthusiasm.

We were shoosing them but this only made them cheer Little Boy of even more his Pay Back to Humans and their inability to understand the simple gesture of prancing and crying in a confined space and they bowed to his superiority in handling humans! If it had not been so tragic this would have been a great photo opportunity.

Little Boy was so embarrassed and he was mortified but he had asked to be let out but Sarah and Mathew thought he was not enjoying the journey!

We had to throw away a duvet cover which we had been using to cover the cushions in the back of the bakkie which is quite a loss but these things happen. Sarah’s clothes and shoes were thrown into a plastic bag and tied tightly. We took them for a bit of a walk to allow them to finish whatever else they needed to do.

The rest of the journey was uneventful and we arrived at Val’s house and the dogs were so excited to have the freedom of this Garden that is the size of two Rugby fields.

So much happened this weekend so I have to do this in sections. The series of comical and ungovernable (New word) events continues!!!