#1311 Proud Mama

I had to pick up baby girl earlier from school today.

As I entered the classroom after 3pm, I had temporarily forgotten it wasn’t her teacher I’d be seeing… that morning I had seen a man lead the class inside the building, and not only was it odd to be seeing a guy, with so many female teachers prevalent there, a guy wearing a formal shirt no less, but it was a guy wearing a shirt who in a matter of some minor movements, gesturing towards him as the kids followed, I realised was the type of guy, rather, the type of teacher, who despite being nice, also meant business.

I remembered all these observations as I wandered in this afternoon. I looked out at the kids: they were seated immaculately, almost with the same measurement of distance between each of them throughout the room.

I realised, amused, that this was the kind of teacher that made you feel like you couldn’t wait to get your regular one back. He was the kind of teacher who didn’t let the kids choose, jump up as they liked, and muck about because they felt like it…

This teacher, chose for you.

I introduced myself to him and told him I had arrived to take baby girl a bit earlier. He asked where she was and I pointed her out to him… and as she saw me and began to stand and get her bag, he told me something.

She had won a prize! “Do you mind if I say some words before you go?”

Of course! 

He motioned to the board as well, and I saw that written on it was her name with two other kids names, as well as the title “outstanding behaviour.”

YOU CAN MAKE ALL THE FUSS YOU WANT.

I stood there as he told the class that baby girl was getting a prize for her outstanding effort that day, and proceeded to draw out one of those Woolies seed pods they are handing out at the moment. She looked up at him, a bit stunned but happy, and said a sweet ‘thank you.’

Yep. That’s my girl.

It wasn’t so much that she got a prize, or even that her name was up on the board for outstanding behaviour… it was that he, a teacher who had only met her that day, who didn’t know her at all, who had a clean slate with her and who came into the classroom completely unbiased, was able to ascertain that she was pretty awesome.

She was outstanding.

But to me, that is always the case. ♥♥♥♥

#1310 Putting my best sneaker forward

I’m loving my Lacoste right now.

To be honest, if you had told me last year I’d be excited about sneakers now, I’d have looked you over with a raised eyebrow and look of sheer skepticism.

Alas, sneaker time has come.

It really hit me in the shoe shop yesterday. I put on a pair, and they felt funny… weird… not quite right…

That’s when I realised. I was so used to wearing boots.

It was my main shoe whilst at work. Whilst grocery shopping. Whilst out and about. Whilst… anywhere! And sure in the summer, I live in my most favourite of sandals… but even then, if the weather dips a bit too low in one direction (as can happen often in Melbourne) my trusty boots are always there to welcome me and my slightly cold feet.

It has been so long!

Well that is all about to change. After I found a pair that felt less weird on my feet, I went home with some shiny white sneakers yesterday which I have been happily sporting about town, today.

And they’re good… I mean the ankle socks the salesperson sold me are far too low, so the shoe tongue is chafing the front of my foot, where a normal sock should be… but I just have to get higher ankle socks, right?

Sneaker people, advice PLEASE.

But you know, I actually don’t care. I have new white shoes and I really do feel brand, spanking new. 🌟 (with a sore, chafed right foot 😂)

 

#1309 You can’t stop us now

I have been getting into more and more Queen after buying another one of their albums, a greatest hits.

The song that has had me revved up since last week is the addictive and fast catchy number “Don’t Stop Me Now.”

Me, Hubbie, baby girl even, have been spontaneously breaking out into song and jiggling along to the beat for days now. I was left stupefied when I saw earlier this evening a clip on facebook, where my own nephew danced to the song as part of a routine at his Deb!

What the… it seemed to be following me, and appearing everywhere.

It made it’s way into my head again as I was getting baby girl out of the shower and dressed this evening. Instead of getting her changed immediately, I stalled, and wiggled my hips:

“Don’t stop me NOW!”

Baby girl joined in, yelling the last word. We danced and sang and pretty much just repeated the chorus words, laughing into the mirror and looking at ourselves as we leaned into an imaginary microphone and belted out the words:

“I’m having such a good time, I’m having a ball!”

We were having such a good time and making such a racket that we woke Hubbie napping on the couch, who came to see where the party was at…

In our bathroom peeps. In. The. Bathroom.

It wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last time we sing this song… bathroom or elsewhere. And because I love posting Queen film clips to share with the world… well, go on, get on board and start wiggling… it’s such a feel good song!

#1308 Balcony Bliss

I call this, simply…

Balcony Bliss.

Baby girl and I are having our coffee breaks outside again. I bring up coffee for me, babycino for her, some sweet things for both…

We can’t be bothered fussing with bringing out the table, nor is it appropriate to only sit on chairs with nothing to put our stuff on in front of us…

So we sit on the wooden-planked floor of the balcony.

And I caught the above shot when we were almost done, and she was looking out at the view before us…

Being a silent rebel in front of me. Look at that right foot. Inching over the edge.

Tsk tsk tsk. 🤨😄🌅

#1307 Dancing disco shoes

Nothing could go wrong… could it?

I mean it was a kids disco party. The primary school was separated by age for goodness sakes. Prep to grade 2 the first part of the afternoon, with the older kids into the evening.

Having choc tops available would not be a bad thing, right?

All that sugar, only to be let loose when the chicken dance came on… nah. 🐓🐥

At the end of the week. Almost, at the end of term.

The kids are tired. They didn’t want holidays… they needed holidays.

And it wasn’t just a normal Friday…

It was Friday the 13th, Friday. 👻

ON A FULL MOON. 🌕

Oh gawd.

I’m having fun here guys. As did baby girl this afternoon. The only time where I ate my words, was after commenting to several other Mums how all our kids would be as high as kites and hitting walls when the disco was done.

Not realising that my own child would be in tears as we walked off…

Because she didn’t get to buy a bloody glow stick.

(Shakes head).

“I’ll buy you a glow stick tomorrow!”

I had to laugh. I did. It was full moon time after all.

And I was still pretty happy to see her so excited, at her first ever school disco. 🥿📿🎉

 

 

#1306 My Writing Zone

I find myself there often at the moment.

In the zone. The writing zone.

With so much of life’s busy-ness out of the way (a misnomer for sure, as life is always busy, I just feel like a lot of stuff that was holding me up has moved away for the time being) I am dedicating more and more of my time to writing.

Novel writing. Journal writing. Course writing. Blog writing.

Writing writing writing.

I am trying to keep myself focused. Hubbie brought it to my attention a couple weeks ago that I tend to get restless and move away from that which I have set my sights on… instead of staying with it and being patient, no matter what IT is, I tend to get side-tracked and start looking at other things to do, other things to busy myself.

I am trying to look at the bigger picture. The bigger novel picture.

I am enjoying my days. Sure a portion of it is spent in front of my computer. Sure I make myself sit and write and edit and learn, even if it’s sunny out and it hasn’t been that way for so long (I make up my inside time by going out later and doing something like, I don’t know, weeding?). 😉

Even when I step away from the story, it is in my head. I am going through it, dissecting this, dissecting that. Getting ideas for other novels, and so on. My creative juices and excitement for it are at an all-time high, and I am loving it.

I AM LOVING IT.

Photo by Green Chameleon on Unsplash

 

#1305 Walk to café, walk to beach

Hubbie and I had the BEST Wednesday today.

It was productive, fun, and we did sooo much. But the best way to start this sunshine-y day, was not just with our usual –

“But first, coffee.”

It was a modified “But first, coffee… after a lovely walk.”

We walked to our local café.

It was so much more rewarding. So much more fun. The sun shining down on us, made it all the more pleasurable to be out and about, even more so with a loved one.

MY loved one. ♥

It was a different coffee walk on this Wednesday post redundancy… and this one ended with a view. Because we upped the ante by also walking to…

THE BEACH.

It was only the beginning of what ended up being such a fruitful, fun and busy day… and to be honest, we can’t go back… I can never work a Wednesday again!

Or rather, I seriously need to find a way to work from home…

Oh, hang on… writing?! :);):);)