#1399 Finding common ground with family

Bonding with family is one of those things you can never get enough of.

Whether it’s listening to some music together, having a healthy debate, a light-hearted laugh, a sincere d&m, or even being able to share some tears without judgement…

Or, all of the above.

Tonight’s highlight was baby girl bonding with her cousin. Although 11 years separates them, they found common ground today. And I discovered it, when baby girl went from –

“Mum come in this room and watch a movie with me” – to –

Silence.

Huh? Why wasn’t she bugging me anymore?

Because she found a viewing partner in her cousin.

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Matilda, the first real life-child geared film (as opposed to animated child film) that baby girl first watched at primary school and subsequently has become fascinated with, was the same movie my nephew faintly remembered from his childhood… and wanted to rediscover once again.

It was beautiful to watch them engrossed in the classic tale, dance to the music soundtrack and just be silly in the moment.

We got as much joy out of watching them as they did watching the film. 📽😍

 

#1398 The holiday countdown

Today I counted:

5 more school days for baby girl…

And 10 more work days for Hubbie…

Until HOLIDAYS. 

As for me? Being currently unemployed means I am on permanent holiday… kind of.

Because we all know, the role of…

Mum

Wife

Chef

Driver

Nurse

Grocery shoper

Meal planner

Activity organiser

Buyer of all gifts EVER

Bill payer

Gardener

Cat scratcher

Bird singer

Answerer to all questions

Dishwasher

Cleaner

Human washing machine

General fixer-upperer

Bandaid applier

Garbage maintenance

Nagger (🤨)

Meteorologist

Decorator

Expert negotiator

Dresser

Photographer

Memory maker

Creative fibber

Multi-tasker…

Means I am on call 24/7… No matter where I am, who I’m with, whatever I’m doing, sick or healthy, working or not working, on holiday or not on holiday…

For the rest of FOREVER.

(Oh, I lied. I get an inch when I’m sick). 📏

It may sound like I’m complaining but actually I’m not. I can’t wait ’til we’re on holiday together and I’m the only one ‘on call’… 😉

 

 

#1397 The hair can wait, but the help can’t

Today I attended a Parent Helpers Morning Tea at baby girl’s school.

I wrote some time ago that I got the invite to the tea and happily accepted. To be honest, I was feeling a bit shit this morning and actually contemplated pulling out.

On top of my hesitation, I had called my hairdresser this morning to cancel my upcoming appointment with them, since it clashed with me helping out baby girl at swimming.

Why was I going?

I was busy already.

What was the point?

What made me say yes in the first place?

I had these questions circling through my mind, but at the same time the thought of not going didn’t sit right with me either.

So I went… and oh man am I glad I did.

Firstly, I had a really great time. I caught up with other parents and baby girl’s teacher, and it was lovely to be in a slightly different social setting without our kids screaming “Mum look at me!” from the playground at pick-up.

Oh, my THE SPREAD. It was this insanely long table with all kinds of sandwiches, rolls and wraps, fruit and snacks and chocolate and cake and sweets and crackers and everything in between… it was amazing. The coffee and tea window was set up and moving quickly despite the long line, and all in all it was a really well organised morning tea.

But then the principal spoke, and thanked us… she pointed out and spoke about an elderly gentleman, telling us that despite his flailing health, he had been volunteering and helping kids at the school with their reading for 11 years now. I looked at the sombre-looking frail man hanging his head, wishing he would hold it up high. Tears gathered in my eyes and I willed myself to not be a sook by taking a big sip of my tea.

What a man.

Then there were two students who had made up poems for all the helpers. They read them out, and though they were simple, they were so, so sweet, and totally pulled at my heart-strings. I was standing there thinking “damn it, I’m not supposed to cry.”

And then I realised. I realised that all of us in there, all of the helpers really did deserve this special morning. We deserved the thanks. I was reminded of how only that morning I had cancelled my hair appointment as I had forgotten over a month ago when I booked it, that it clashed with the last swimming session baby girl had through the school.

Baby girl wanted me there at swimming, and I couldn’t let her down. I cancelled my pre-Christmas hair appointment instead.

But secretly, someone was looking out for me. Because when I called to cancel, the hairdresser was able to fit me in next week with her… at a better and more convenient time than the original one would have been anyway.

So, winning.

I made the morning tea. I gratefully accepted the thanks amongst so many more.

I cancelled the hair appointment and made that tiny sacrifice for baby girl…

And I was thanked.

These sacrifices we make, big or small, are all eventually noticed… if not by friends, family or your child’s school… then by the Universe. ♥

#1396 A new decade and the fridge cleanse

So many people are talking about it.

Watch out. Christmas is the prime focus RIGHT NOW, but mark my words after that festive day passes everyone will be turning their attention to the New Year.

The New Decade.

Because that’s what it is, not just a new year… it’s another huge shift of time. Another decade forward.

Transformation, reawakening, setting intentions, clearing of old and making way for the new…

These are all the key terms for a New Year, but at the moment they are hyped up and on steroids because it’s also going to be 2020 in 20 days time.

I must admit I fall for the ‘New Year, New Me’ crap every time. I fall for it initially, and then spend the rest of the year reminding myself, with action, that I can change my life and myself anytime I like.

I don’t need to wait 365 days to start again.

Just last month. I’ve transformed my life in one very little way. It’s minor, but I can see it paying dividends. I didn’t have to wait ’til the end of December for it to start. I didn’t have to announce it on social media or make some big fan fare out of it… I just DID IT, and have been slowly moving forward, increment by increment.

Anyone can do it. You can do it too… like right now.

And then tonight. Like, I could have waited until the holidays, or the New Year to start to clear out the fridge…

But I did it simultaneously as dinner was being cooked.

I HAD TO. I realised last night as I was looking for a sauce to add to my chicken mince (for those tacos ;)) that almost ALL my fridge sauces had expired 1-2 years ago… I had fish sauce in there from 2015.

WHAT??? It moved houses with us and was even expired then! Get out!

And you know what, a couple of these bottles had no expiry date… simply a ‘refrigerate after opening’ message on the bottle. They smelt fine, and a google search told me they might be alright…

But you know what? Something my bestie told me YEARS ago came into my head. In fact, she probably doesn’t realise this, but this little thing she said about her own cleaning/cleansing process, made such an impact on me, probably because it made so much sense.

She was throwing out old clothes, and coming across the old thought pattern of “what if I need it one day?”

Ahh, that old chestnut. ‘What if I need it one day?’ That question that bugs us and keeps us in permanent doubt over whether to keep or throw, with the former always the end result as we tuck our object back into the closet for an ‘in case’ day.

Bloody hell.

She said that when she came to that thought, she told herself “If I ever need something else like this, I will just buy it.”

That simple. No she wasn’t wasting money. 9 times out of 10 she probably wouldn’t need that item. She rid herself of clutter, and in that 1 occasion that she did have to go to the shop to buy something that she’d had years ago… easy peasy.

But oh the mental freedom. Not to be weighed down by junk, ‘what-ifs’ and ‘in-cases.’

That’s what I did today. I said “if I really need this sauce, I will buy another one… and actually enjoy it knowing it’s not 2 years old.”

So that’s what I did today. Shocking to hear but I probably rid the fridge of about 20 assorted jars and bottles.

Next week…. the pantry. Watch out.

Seriously though… it’s all well and good to look towards a fresh start and a New Year to inspire you to do something great and help your life go in the direction you want it to…

But also, why put off happiness? Why put off satisfaction?

Why put off cleaning your fridge?

Just do it, now…

#1395 Tacos

I have a confession.

I’m 36 years old and have never had a taco.

😮😱😳

Maybe I have, but if I did I sure as hell can’t remember it.

Which is kind of the same thing. 🤷‍♀️

Tonight we ate them.

And…

Nom nom nom nom nom.

I always thought they’d be so annoying to eat. The hard shell, subsequently crunchy and falling apart, with all the fillings inside dropping into a heap in your hands…

Who would want that?

Burritos, enchiladas, quesadillas, soft wraps… I’ve done them all. Corn chips as a snack, sure.

But not a hard corn shell as a Mexican sandwich.

But omg! I was wrong. It was delicious and fresh, and baby girl loved it just as much as I did.

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The crunch was definitely there, and the contrast it provided against the other ingredients was amazing.

And sure, half of the filling and shards of the corn tortilla fell onto my plate when my teeth bit into the taco…

But I realised it was still as delicious from the base of my plate as it was when in my hands. ❤🌮

 

 

#1394 The first Christmas concert

You can be sure when your child first enters the education system, you will quickly encounter a lot of firsts.

Their first excursion.

Their first award.

Their first sick bay visit.

Their first bestie.

Their first fight…

Their first, Christmas concert. 🎄🎶

“We’ve got a good number of years of this ahead of us,” I whispered to Hubbie as we lay on the picnic blanket on the school’s lawn this evening.

It was warm, and most of it was before the sudden 20 degree drop in temperature signalling the cool change.

There were Christmas songs… both in and out of key.

Traditional carols and contemporary tunes.

Daggy Christmas jokes: “What do you call someone scared of Santa?”

“Claus-trophobic.”

😂🤪🙄

Oh God I know, they were so bad you had to laugh.

Choreographed kiddy dance numbers and a Christmas raffle draw. The Christmas concert had it all.

But mostly for us, it had our girl, up with the rest of the preps singing “Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.”

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That’s her before the show, telling me to stop taking pics… can you see?

(That’s okay, you’re not meant to 😂)

It was long, it was windy, and we were hungry… but to be honest, I loved the off-key notes.

The kids dancing off-stage before they walked on to their own show.

The strong change that blew hats and empty water bottles across the oval, cooling us all down.

I even loved the daggy jokes.

I generally love Christmas, and I love how baby girl’s school seems to really love it too.

🥰❤

 

 

 

#1393 Evening balcony views

I’m compelled to post a photo of tonight’s fleeting sunset:

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I stepped onto the balcony this evening, on the cusp of a 36 degree day…

I was somewhere in the middle… with today having such spring-like sunny and still weather, and tomorrow, being the true epitome of summer with a red-hot scorcher.