We are very lucky to live where we do … surrounded by beautiful oceans. I will never get enough of the beach.
6am – everybody up!!!
Yes even on holidays, kids wake up early – it doesn’t matter what day it is to them, weekday, weekend, public holiday, winter, summer, any day, everyday wake up same time, even if you are dying with pain they still wake up early – 6am.
6.30 – OMG They are starving – they have to have breakfast NOW or you never hear the end of it and you feel like you are torturing your children.
7am – get out of bed – mayday we are running late for swimming lessons – get Child1 ready, get Child2 ready – this takes longer than you think, have quick shower, get ready yourself and get everyone in the car.
8am – swimming lessons – Child1 in class so you have to get in the pool with Child2 so as to avoid any drownings.
8.30am – run to the car with towels wrapped around us since we hate public toilets and bathrooms due to Mum’s unreasonable and irrational hate for public bathrooms.
9am – hot showers for all – everybody snack time … warm milk and a banana
9.30am – back in the car – we have a playdate!!!
10am – activity started – activity lasts 2 hours – STOP it to Child2 – Good girl Child1, Good work Child2, Child1 stop running around please and focus on your activity.
12pm – time to go grab some lunch
12.15 – arrive at HJs and order lunch while all kids play on the playground … walk through HJS and feel the floor sticky and dirty ew ew ew
1pm – lunch finished – we head back home
1.30pm – HOME – everybody back to showers due to HJs sticky floors.
2pm – everyone on the couch – let’s watch a family movie – Beethoven! Yay! Organic unsalted and butter free popcorn and cup of ribena.
3.30pm – snack time – some fruit of some sort while we do a craft – playdough
4.30pm – mum starts getting dinner ready so kiddies ABC2 while preparation occurs
5.30pm – dinner!!!!! Yay!!!
6pm – Daddy’s home – play with our best friend in the whole world – ignore mother as much as possible
7pm – read book and bedtime for kiddies – dinner for grown ups and an hour later bedtime for mother
We have thousands and thousands and thousands of digital photos which we have backed up in several ways but which we hardly ever look at because they are not printed. Since the kids were born, I have wanted to create print albums for them to look back on when they have their own families but I have never made the time to actually put them together. And then I had an idea in the past week of creating digital albums for them which we back up anyway so when they want the photos I can just give them access to the albums. I wish this was a genius idea but alas it isn’t – it just took me a while to process everything in my little brain of what I wanted to actually achieve and how to best achieve it.
Fear of not seeing my children grow up…that would be my biggest fear. I have other fears and phobias but in my past experience, I have found that I face these fears as they come my way. For some reason, the adrenalin kicks in and I do whatever I need to in order to get out of that particular situation. Whether I survive or not tends to depend on luck
This huge fear of not being there for my children or not being around for them to depend on me or to guide them in life. It is something that is out of my control and I think that is what scares me the most. I like to be in control! I know there are people around who would care for them, look after them, teach them and show them things I would have wanted them to know about me but like most parents out there, we feel we are the only ones who can raise our children the “proper way” – whatever that is!
There is also the fear of losing my children – I don’t think I would be strong enough to deal with that kind of loss and I don’t ever want to find out whether I am strong enough. I want them to experience so many things in life and see how beautiful life can be even with its hardships. They have been fortunate enough to have been born in a part of the world which is quite modern, advanced and safe so I hope they can live long prosperous lives and make the most of each and every day.
Perth city is turning into a beautiful place to visit with lots of new things to do and lots of new shops and lots of new restaurants opening up. I love going to visit new places around the city – I think having kids helps you have a new outlook on places and just helps you appreciate things you probably didn’t before. Anyway, as a family, we like to go to the city and now our love for this has become part of a game as well. Hubby plays a game called Ingress and if you want to know what’s it all about here’s a great explanation
Since this game has become part of our lives, it has made things somewhat interesting. We drive past a portal and must at all costs, stop and park and play the game. Our walks have turned into longer detours just to find new portals. We try to visit many more places around our beautiful city just for the portals!!! Thank you Ingress
Miss7 went to an Arts Centre where she got to make masks and she has a ball. Not only did she make two masks but she learnt all about Mardi Gras costumes, Carnivale and all sorts of festivals where people wear masks. Masks are special to me since I have been to the Venice Carnival and to hear my daughter speak to me about it was like music to my ears and made this $37 school holiday activity so worthwhile. When I was in Venice I was completely entranced by the carnival. Italy had already cast its spell on me but the carnival was magical. It was beautiful to see the masks but also the mystery behind it all and others not knowing what you look like behind your own masks – I saw some truly divine masks and costumes. I felt like I was so far removed from reality and it was a wonderful feeling. I brought back a couple of porcelain masks to remind me of those special days.
Here you can see lots of beautiful masks!
Nothing lasts forever – there is no such thing as forever – everything comes to an end some time or other.
Anyway instead of being morbid, I like this shop: Forever New
I particularly like their dresses as they hide certain problem areas very well
I used to be addicted to coffee – I would have 4-5 cups a day not necessarily to get me through the day. I simply enjoyed the taste! I had easy access to a kitchen and I could have as many as I liked so why not? This all changed when I was planning to get pregnant of course. I stopped about 3 months before falling pregnant and I stayed off caffeine until after I finished breastfeeding our first child. I will never forget going to a coffee shop in Subiaco and ordering a skinny decaf half shot coffee and the Barrista looking at me strangely said,: No really! What’s the point?” At the time I thought she was quite rude but now I think back and laugh at it.
I went back to coffee eventually and at that time I felt I desperately needed the caffeine to get through the days where there had been sleepless nights. Then it was time to plan for our second child so again I came off the caffeine until after I finished breastfeeding said child. I was looking through some of our photos the other day and I still can’t get my head around how I survived those days. One of the photos was me breastfeeding my newborn and Miss3 napping on my lap. If someone were to tell me I did that, I would say: No way! That’s impossible … but there is photographic evidence and I still look at it in complete disbelief. There must be a special thing in your brain that clicks and helps you get through those tough situations.
Anyway back to the coffee – When my little man was about a year old I started drinking coffee again – I love my percolated coffee so that’s all I drank for quite some time and then I discovered a nespresso machine and nespresso pods thanks to Kate, Jo and Teresa on twitter – well let’s just say that my coffee experience was never going to be the same again. I love my nespresso pods and they were the highlight of a recent trip when I walked into the hotel room and noticed that I could have unlimited nespresso pods during my entire stay. HURRAH!
For Valentine’s day this year…Thursday 14th feb 2013… I wasn’t with my hubby and that should have been ok as we never celebrated this day in the past but this year I found myself really missing him and regretting being apart.
What did not help my lonesome situation was that I was also rather sick so much so that I was going to be hospitalized had my condition not improved within 24 hours.
That day is like a big blur now. I had some important work to get done and I couldn’t see past it even though my health was at risk. I could not focus on anything else and I now realise how stupid I was. I broke my own number one rule: without your health you have nothing so take care of yourself first! I do that sometimes and think I can handle it all … Just one more thing… I just have to get this done and then it’ll be ok…I’ll just finish this and then I’ll stop! pushing pushing pushing forward to try and fit everything in!!! And all at my own detriment.
Anyway I accomplished what I needed to do and it was rather successful and I even did the social thing and had a sip of champagne with friends to celebrate. My body was soon giving in as I was dosed up on medication so I finally listened to my body and my bed which was beckoning me! I managed to say goodnight to the kids and I had about 14 hours of sleep or recovery time.
That’s how I spent my valentine’s day instead of being surrounded by love, hugs, good food and chocolate.
I made up for it by having some of this chocolate fountain below at another time.
This theme is very bizarre to me and all I can think of is how much I would like to practise throwing pies at some people’s faces and tell them to wake up. I’m tired of some people talking themselves up and selling themselves and yet have no real substance to them. What is it with some being so self centred and everything being about “Me me me and what can I get out of this?”
How about they start giving back a little? How about they try to think about what they can contribute to society and what people can get out of them? It’s so important for us to look after ourselves first but also to look after others and to be kind and to do selfless acts every day if possible.
Hmm now I’m thinking of making a nice tart!