#826 Early Sunday night

What may seem like such a bloody bore to some…

is a hell of a lot of interesting to me.

Because tonight I am grateful, that…

An early dinner…

An early bath…

And an early play time…

meant an early bed time for baby girl.

Which in turn meant an early ‘me time,’ for ME.

Yep, maybe boring. But for a parent, it’s BRILLIANT.

#825 A Royal Party

We had a few things to celebrate tonight.

It was my Dad’s birthday this week.

So too was it my parents wedding anniversary.

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And then there was the little matter of… crowns.

My family and I gathered excitedly around the TV in my parents’ lounge room as the royal proceedings commenced after dinner.

Or should I say, I gathered excitedly. I wasn’t the only one surprised by my sudden outburst at seeing Megan’s ex-workmates from Suits donning their finest scrubs as they rocked up to the wedding of the future Duchess of Sussex.

My family, more so Hubbie, was quite baffled at my sudden revert back to my 16 year-old self as I yelled excitedly “it’s Harvey! Harvey’s here! And Mike! And that one who was in Angel too!”

You know how when you watch a show for a while and grow to love its characters, you start to feel like you know them? Even more, they are like your friends?

Well Rachel Megan and her Suits pals were my buddies… and then she met Prince Harry.

Awww. ♥♥♥

Needless to say I have loved this story and their budding romance EVER SINCE.

And yet still, when I went teenage hormonal tonight like I was at a rock concert, I even surprised myself.

‘Huh. So I am excited then aren’t I?!’

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Let’s face it, when are we going to see another Royal wedding like this? Maybe in 20 years time, when William and Kate’s kids walk down the aisle… so put that into perspective. These things don’t come around often, and it’s pretty cool that we were able to watch it tonight.

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Ahh, princesses. Princes. Weddings. Dashing lads and beautiful brides. And watching someone you admire from afar, get married… it was almost as good as a Suits eps.

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And our family affair of celebrations was ramped up a notch with some opportune headwear…

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And cake too 😉

 

 

#824 Shedding fears with Mum and Autumn leaves

Like trees, we start off small. Meek. Modest and feeble. We sway wildly with the gentle breath of Summer’s wind, and we soon realise we need to dig our roots in really deep to keep from being uprooted from the ground.

Over time, we grow. Tall, strong, roots spreading far, our branches reaching out, now covering some of those small and slender trees that we used to be.

And then Autumn comes.

The greatest tree must shed its leaves. Stature means nothing. It needs to leave everything behind, stripping itself bare and laying naked in front of the world. It does this slowly, releasing itself of three seasons, letting its layers fall away, yet still standing strong, proudly, knowing that one day, it will sprout green again.

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Today I revealed some deep-seeded fears and truths to my Mum, beside this very tree.

I had grown up thinking I could do it all on my own. But trees grow in clusters for a reason.

#823 An afternoon with Dead Poets

It was the perfect day…

It was cold.

It was dreary.

I was under the weather.

I had a sore throat.

I was tired.

I was uninspired.

And all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball…

Yes, it WAS the perfect day…

To stay in and watch a movie.

The combination of wintery conditions, and a tired mind and body meant it was ideal weather to just curl up on the couch with a tea and watch something for a couple of hours while baby girl was at kinder.

The only problem was, I couldn’t quite curl up on the couch, as the DVD player in that room has started playing up. I couldn’t put in a DVD loaned to me by a work colleague, with the risk that it wouldn’t come out, much like the current scenario and baby girl’s Moana being lost in there?

So I improvised.

I went into her play room… grabbed her bean bag… brought her small art-y table close by to me, and plopped into the player Dead Poets Society.

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I think it’s been in my hands for at least 6 months. Maybe even close to a year. I seriously can’t remember. I know he didn’t expect me to return it immediately, but at the same time he doesn’t talk to me much anymore so maybe he thinks he’s lost it for good.

Oh LOLS. If there’s one thing I am, it’s an elephant. I don’t forget. I don’t keep people’s things.

I needed some thoughts of inspiration and meaning. I sat with my tea and a cherry Danish on the table beside me (alongside baby girl’s own tea set)…

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And proceeded to get lost in a fine work of art by one of my favourite actors, Robin Williams, for the next two hours.

It was certainly an interesting film. It made me want to read more poetry. It made me want to go and live life to the fullest even more than I already try to do.

Robin Williams’ teacher character tells his students that they are little more than worms to feed the earth in future years, leading to his main statement:

Carpe Diem.

Seize the day. Make the most of what time you have. Live your passion. Don’t follow the path well travelled – forge your own. Love and the Arts are notable pursuits.

And one of my many fave quotes of his from the film:

“No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.”

It was a sweet, funny and passionate movie, but one also starkly true and grim about life’s pressures, taking a sad and horrific turn right near the end, leaving me going “No!” I didn’t just spend the last two hours of slowly-building inspiration for this?

But then there was the promise of something learnt, of not all lost… of Hope… and that reminded me of my own book, where I pretty much do the exact same thing.

It was a lovely afternoon which I spent not doing much at all. In a week where I have felt bombarded and overwhelmed in all avenues of my life, with just too much going on all at once, I needed a moment, an hour or two, to not tend to any of those things… and just take some time out, to do my own thing.

To find inspiration and the meaning of life again.

To remember where I am.

And to remind myself of where I am going.

 

 

 

#821 The Autumn soup break

A picture can say so much. So here it is, with very little captioning:

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A Wintery Autumn day. Lunchtime. Kid-free. Trakkie pants. Couch.

SOUP.

My old faithful, my cauliflower one.

And this beautiful soup mug recently gifted to us by sis and bro-in-law, a pink and blue set, one for me, and one for Hubbie.

Sooo convenient that I had made soup recently 🙂

Ahhh. Who doesn’t love a hug, in the form of a mug?! 🙂 😉

#820 Kinder sickie

Use them while you can.

The sick days.

I was more than ready to take baby girl to kinder today – sure, ready as in preparation wise, even though I wasn’t quite sleep ready.

But let’s face it, I’m a Mum… when am I ever sleep ready? When do I ever get ENOUGH sleep?

But even so, when baby girl woke after 2am last night, yet again complaining of her throat/teeth, I soothed her enough to doze off again, and heading back into bed, made the call.

I turned off my alarm.

She is 4, after all. It isn’t even a sick day, if you must call it that. But she had been unwell, she had had a really big weekend with us, and in that groggy post-midnight hour, I realised with utmost clarity, that if I were to take her to kinder today, it might just be too soon, and therefore it might stuff up her entire week.

And let’s be honest here… the kinder sickie was as much for me as it was for her…

Early morning lunchbox making in a cold house?

The constant rushing and pressure of moving her to get her out the door?

The post-kinder over tired crabbiness that I cop almost every single time?

Yeah. I’ll take a sickie too thanks.