As another busy year comes to a close we hope that 2018 has been good to you and your family. The team at John Bull have been busy moving our clients all across Sydney and up/down the east coast. We have also moved into larger premises so we have even more available space to store your items securely. If you follow us on Facebook and Instagram you will see some of our interesting moves including a HUGE python skin we found while moving one of our clients.
Have a read of this letter below, I am sure you will relate – Stay safe and enjoy this wonderful time of year. The team at John Bull Removals and Storage
A Letter to Santa From Mum
I’ve been a good mum all year. I’ve fed, cleaned and cuddled my two children on demand, visited the doctor’s office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of chocolate bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground and figured out how to attach nine patches onto my daughter’s girl scout sash with staples and a glue gun.
I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases since I had to write this letter with my son’s red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry between cycles, and who knows when I’ll find any more free time in the next 18 or so years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I’d like a pair of legs that don’t ache after a day of chasing kids (in any colour, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don’t flap in the breeze but are strong enough to carry a screaming toddler out of the chocolate aisle in the grocery store. I’d also like a waist since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you’re hauling big ticket items this year I’d like a car with fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn’t show any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking daughter doll that says, “Yes, Mummy” to boost my parental confidence, along with one potty-trained toddler, two kids who don’t fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting, “Don’t eat in the living room” and ‘Take your hands off your brother,’ because my voice seems to be just out of my children’s hearing range and can only be heard by the dog. And please don’t forget the Playdoh Travel Pack, the hottest stocking stuffer this year for mothers of preschoolers. It comes in three fluorescent colours and is guaranteed to crumble on any carpet making the in-laws’ house seem just like mine. If it’s too late to find any of these products, I’d settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a takeaway container. If you don’t mind I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare tomato sauce a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organised crime family; or if my toddler didn’t look so cute sneaking downstairs to eat contraband ice cream in his pyjamas at midnight.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your boots by the chimney and come in. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don’t eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
P.S. – One more thing…you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.