#990 Wednesday family time

Hubbie hates how I work Wednesdays. Like HATES. He hates it in bold, hates it underlined, hates it italicised, any which way you can highlight it, he does it…

He hates my working Wednesdays.

I joke he will hate them in a different way when I am not working next year and suddenly he will be hating the non-money I bring in, ha ha.

But seriously, I do get it.

He is home, and he can’t even look forward to his middle of the week day off with baby girl and I. Because there is no ‘I.’ ‘I’ am at work.

I’ve had to get away to work earlier for many weeks now, meaning the usual go-to-work late time of 1:30pm has been pulled even further back to 11am.

We couldn’t even go and do stuff in the mornings together. I got up, ate and got ready, and left.

Today however was exciting. For the first time in what feels like yonks, I was able to leave at 1:30pm. And we crammed soooo much in.

It felt like the longest and sweetest morning, in fact my time with my family was a day all in itself, that’s how much we did. What made it better was the dress I happened across (which is fabulous I might add), and also our family coffee date:

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You know what Hubbie said about it?

“I feel like I’m on holiday.”

And if that is coming out of his mouth on a Wednesday, well then I know we have made it a pretty good one.

#881 New pjs

Can we all give a ‘hell yeah’ to pjs?!

They are fairly underwhelming when it comes to comparing them to everyday clothes you buy and wear in the general public. For this reason, I think a lot of people don’t like to spend much money on something that quite frankly, no one but those under your very own roof will see.

I am not one of those people.

Up until recently, my destination sleepwear store of choice was Mr Alexander himself, Peter. I have several winter and summer sets in my top drawer, and consider them an investment, because let’s face it, you wear them over and over and over again.

And I don’t care if no one sees them but my family. Because the most important person sees them day in and day out – ME. I need to feel good and feel comfortable, and looking good is part of the feel-good package.

These have always been my views, and they still are.

But recently, something in me has shifted. Because I’ve noticed, just a little wear and tear on some of my trusty pieces… worn out knees… a slowly widening hole in the armpit…

And I questioned myself “should I step out of my PA circle and buy, another brand of sleepwear?”

Shock horror! Bedtime blasphemy!

And, days ago, I did.

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Now I am not saying I am boycotting Peter’s team, no siree. But considering a lot of their sets can be close to $100, I chose a pant and top combo from Cotton On Body for a mere $40, and the leg warmers on the bottom of my pants are far superior than those from Peter!

:-O

I am grateful for the abundance of sleepwear places we can go to to get our sleepy-time bedwear, and that there is such a great selection to choose from, to accommodate all budgets and bodies.

So, Peter. I still love you. But I think, maybe just for a little bit, we should start seeing other people…

Honestly, it’s not you. It’s all ME. 🙂

#877 Shopping with my girl no.8

It is so true that forcing yourself to get out and about when you’re not up for it, can really do wonders for you.

And having a convincing baby girl on board to coax you along, helps too.

As a parent, it’s really hard to say no when your kids are so damn cute and clever.

So, feeling under the weather, light-headed and all spaced out, we headed over to Southland today, amidst headache, crankiness, and cramps…

ALL MINE.

It was great though. After our argument within 10 minutes of being there. We got the shouting out of the way (what will happen to me when she is 14, and not 4?!?!) and then proceeded to actually have, the best day.

Spending money is a really great way to feel better. I know I’ve said this before, but it is so true. We made use of our time, eating and cafe-ing our way throughout the centre, and getting a few bits and pieces along the way too.

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She got a couple of books that she loves, from discovering them at kinder/the library; I got a book on handling fear, something I desperately need as the necessity to share more of my writings and work grows, and with it the inevitable audience which quite frankly SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME; some Lego, and a dress for her; and for me/us, a Queen album.

But none of that quite compares to the highlight of our shopping day, which cost absolutely nothing, and gave both baby girl and I insurmountable laughs and joy. Because as we were lunching, I somehow decided to open up my messenger app and show her the filters you could place over our selfie portraits.

What a can of worms… and a fun one at that! We went through filter upon filter, checking them out, watching our faces and features change and distort upon the application, and we roared and shrieked with laughter. We had our lunches half-eaten in front of us, and here we were in a room full of people, cacking up like we were the only ones in it.

It was, absolutely the best. And well, that kind of ruins my earlier hypothesis…

Because it was FREE.

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#874 Takeaway delivery drivers

Sure, on these hellishly wintry weather days there are all manner of emergency service people out there who are doing an absolutely fabulous job of keeping things together – both by removing cars from flooded roads, and also by keeping trees from falling on our heads.

All very, VERY noble deeds.

But tonight I am giving a very deserving shout-out to another group of ‘lifesavers.’

Because let’s face it: when we are all warm and comfortable in our cosy abodes, away from the unnerving elements, and keeping ourselves warm next to a heater/fireplace/under seventeen layers of clothing, and we subsequently can’t be stuffed making dinner because

a) it’s the weekend

b) it’s cold

c) it’s too hard

d) you’re tired

e) no bloody reason AT ALL

who do we turn to?

The takeaway delivery drivers.

We simply pick up the phone from the comfort of our couch and –

beep beep beep beep, beep beep beep beep

“Hello? Can I make an order for delivery please?”

30 minutes later and BANG! Food is on the table 🙂 Tonight’s menu: pizza, chicken parma, and chips – the best in comfort takeaway 😉

You don’t even need to worry if your local takeaway haunt doesn’t provide delivery, as nowadays a million and one third parties, DO.

So, these drivers out there take the brunt of the whipping winds and howling rain, trying their damn-dest to get to the top of our driveways for just a moment to escape the middle-of-Winter severity, as we stand there counting loose change for this poor soul.

Note: They deserve ALL the tips. Think of that next time they are shivering on your door step.

I salute you all, delivery people!

 

#851 In hot water

When you move to an old house, that just so happens to also be your dream house… well you’re happy, that’s to be expected. But at the same time, the time comes where you need to start renovating, and removing the old, from your old house.

And each time we give our house the much-needed facelift it so desperately needs, we breathe a united sigh of relief: “Ahh. Another thing down.”

Let me provide you now with a song by one of my favourite groups:

It is totally relevant, let me assure you. Because it is related to our most recent house facelift. Queen sing about being Under Pressure as a bad thing… sure, when you’re rushing to work, rushing home, rushing through life… trying to make ends meet, being pulled left and right by family and friends, trying to find the money to make it through… Sure, that pressure is SHIT.

But not all pressure is shit. For example, like that essential water pressure you require to come out of a tap.

Segue eat your heart out.

Our house was built sometime in the early 80s… and we may have inadvertently found out the actual year, when we first reviewed our building inspection report before buying the house, and found on a photo of the very old electric hot water unit, the year ‘1980.’

1980! Not just the house, but the electric hot water unit! Who even has electric hot water units these days?

Until this morning, we did.

We were living on the edge for a year and a half. Because of the age of the system, we were told that changing it to a newer hot water unit was imperative… and instead of doing it immediately, we waited…

Why? Because priorities. Other things seemed more important. Also $$$. And then again, I mean, it was still working… just for how long, we didn’t know.

But we made it. We made it through without the dreaded ancient thing exploding on us. It used to make this insane screeching sound, each time the faucet was turned to hot. This shrieking was reminiscent of the horror scene from Psycho, with longer pauses between screeches, and the screams themselves prolonged. Hear, have a listen from 1:10 (or if you wanna freak yourself out watch the WHOLE THING):

I am not kidding you when I say our hot water system would screech like that when you turned it on. We grew accustomed to the racket, the ongoing Psycho shower scene of our life that we were stuck in, like a really horrible episode of the Twilight Zone, yet at the same time not so accustomed so as to turn it on in the morning to wake up a certain princess. No siree, I wasn’t going to let Hubbie, or myself, risk that.

Freezing cold water for every early morning it was.

And the pressure! Ever since renovating the kitchen, well the old hot water system suddenly couldn’t keep up with the new tapware and plumbing. It was frustrating, having a new kitchen, new applicances, all shiny and new and workable, and then there was the

SCREECH SCREECH SCREECH

psycho theme going on in the background, with non-existent water pressure.

But today. Ohhhh today. This:

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We finally got our new gas hot water system installed. It is huge, it is situated outside, NOT in the prehistoric ‘attic’ position, and well, there is pressure.

It is HOT, but it is set at a certain temperature so it is not scalding. I won’t develop 3rd degree burns when I turn the lever a little too much to the bottom when washing dishes.

It may be the most boring as batshit post to some, but to me, to us, it is everything…

Looking forward to turning up the heat tomorrow morning… and no more of this –

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#827 Swimming part 2

Now let me get one thing straight: I have never had a ‘swimming part 1’ in my blogging life…

But I have had a swimming part 1 in my REAL life.

About 7 months ago I took baby girl to her first swimming lesson. Although tentative and a bit intimidated by the class environment, she was soon literally yelling “thank you Mama!” from the swimming lane as I watched her, beaming nearby.

Cue the following week where the trial session was now over, and the real classes were now underway… and it was a total 180.

Because now for some unknown reason, baby girl would not enter the pool. She had been excited beyond belief, but now, she was hanging back. Minutes ticked by and the lesson had started, and still she wouldn’t walk in. I begged her; I spoke firmly. But still nothing.

So I pulled the pin on it. And literally carried a stubborn baby girl out of there.

You may think my reaction was over-the-top. But I wasn’t going to be paying decent $$$ for a half hour session when half of it was spent begging a child to enter the water they were meant to be swimming in.

I was extremely frustrated. But at the same time, I always knew we would try again.

Fast forward to the current day. I never actually thought I would try swimming lessons with her in the cooler months. My aim was actually Spring-time. But then we’ve been talking about extra-curricular activities, and getting her ready for prep next year with more class-type environments… so while I was looking up dancing and gymnastics and kids yoga, she was in the background going “swimming lessons!”

She hadn’t forgotten. I decided I would give her the benefit of the doubt.

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Tonight was her second session. It was the one I was nervous about the most. The excitement of the first class would have worn off slightly, and the whole routine and swimming pace would have caught up.

I mean, I knew this from experience.

But she was so good. She is more mature, is used to these kinds of things now, and although attentive, was still yelling out to me intermittently, after floating/kicking/going under water, with “I did it I did it!”

Awww, darling. You sure did ♥

 

 

#760 Sales

Don’t you just love a good sale? Oh, the excitement that follows an email link, a mass sms notification, or a postcard invite in the mail, telling you to put a certain day aside, because –

SALE.

I got one such sale invite a while back, in the form of a postcard. And what made me more excited, than the realisation I could possibly get some things I’ve been needing to, and the fact that it was on a day baby girl was at kinder, was the further realisation that…

It was the day after pay day.

:):):)

So today, after kinder drop off, I headed over to Adairs. It’s a huge shop in our town, with an ultra-modern fit-out, and very on-trend. I think even men can be supremely overwhelmed and impressed by what they have on offer (it’s true, Hubbie said so, true story) and so knowing I would be in such a store on my own, lapping up all the beautiful sights and decorative inspiration, well it made me go, ahhh.

Ahhh.

What made me even more ahhh was the purchases I made. I was really good and only got one other thing other than what I went in for, which is a feat in itself. My main goal had been new toilet brush and toilet paper holders, and as lovely as they look, let’s face it I ain’t taking photos of toilet accessories to post online.

So instead I have for you my impulsive buy, which was really a good one since it was in a big basket of other like-things up near the counter – bargain:

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A new set of pillow cases for our bed. Because what’s better than actually living more and dreaming big?

Oh that’s right. Having it imprinted onto your face while you sleep.

🙂