#2030 A lockdown balance

You need to achieve a level of balance, EVEN in lockdown.

I didn’t realise ’til today that I too, like I said for baby girl last week, had started to withdraw. Sure, I’m eager as to have my freedoms, see my family and friends again, resume life as we were before all this happened.

But at the same time, being home all the time, has made me wanna stay home, and kinda, be up-to-date on everything.

Not even important things.

It wasn’t until today after I finished work at 3pm, that I realised my old ways. I had several things to tick off my to-do list, but given the sunshine, and my promise last week to get her out more, I instead asked baby girl “what do you wanna do?”

She wanted to have coffee and babycino on the deck.

(We don’t have furniture yet, so we just sat on the floor).

But it was actually really beautiful.

Then, still ignoring the growing pile of dishes on the sink, I asked her –

“Which park do you wanna go to?”

Well it had to be the one with the big net that she loves to climb to the top of.

Even better, I messaged her friend’s Mum, and they joined us too. The kids were running, screaming, we all stayed way too long, and when I came home…

I quickly rushed to start dinner, get the cat out, put the dishwasher on…

Ahhh. Like the good ol’ days. To hell with routine. Who needs an orderly and clean house anyway? ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿคฃ

#2027 Body shop-ping

I don’t know how I’m going to get through all of these lockdown days finding a novel thing to be grateful for, EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Not when every day feels like groundhog day. ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ

I actually liked the start of the day, I enjoyed the constant rain. But then it got dark, and there was no point even leaving the house after work, because… rain.

And the skies grew so dark, and it being Friday suddenly didn’t matter a whole heap because it feels like every other day, and there is no where to go anyway, nothing to do…

But, something came to me.

Return of the online shopping parcels. ๐Ÿ˜

I use my bathroom products quite religiously, like shower gels and body lotions. And I miss shopping soooo much. But I did the next best thing, and the other night I ordered some new bathroom products since I’m all out, which I got today:

A mango shower gel, a coconut body lotion (which I only use after beach visits!) and a little sample something I got on the side.

Well, it’s something to be grateful for, however small it is.

How are you finding little things to be grateful for every day?

#2016 Simple laughter, simple things

I felt a familiar lockdown feeling wafting over me today as the sun shone through the window, and I set off to work from home yet again.

It was this flat, gnawing feeling of unsettledness. Of unsatisfaction.

I did my best to remind myself that all was good in my world, and even argued with some of my thoughts. I reasoned that it was lockdown blues, yet again, making their presence known.

I’ve grown to get used to their presence, and even allow them to pull up a chair at the table.

Just as I finished work, I came across a hilarious Sooshi Mango video. If you haven’t seen these guys and you’re of European descent, you MUST check them out. Anyway I watched this latest vid, gasping from breath and nearly crying, and quickly went to share it into the messenger group chat of the Sooshi Mango fan club.

Otherwise known as, me and my four friends. ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ

I had to share the joy. It was a quick share, a comment here, comment there… insert some laughing emojis, some OMGs, and all was good.

All was good in the world.

And it had me thinking… how lovely it is that I have this group with my friends, where we just come and go, drop in random stuff about our lives, share memes and jokes and more personal stuff, and some of us comment, some of us don’t, but you know what?

It’s all ok. We move on. We don’t take it personally.

You know those people where you feel as if you are walking on eggshells constantly? You need to watch what you say, how you say it, and then you need to check in, ALL THE TIME. If you haven’t spoken to them, you need to justify why, and I HATE justifying.

Like, life, that’s why.

That’s what I love about this messenger group we have, and that’s why I love my friends. We are bloody mature people. There are no freaking games and bullshit.

We drop in, we laugh, we comment.

We move on.

And then the next day/week, we pop in again, and it’s like the conversation never ended.

I was thinking all of this, feeling super proud of us, and then I realised…

I had a lot more to be grateful for than I first thought.

Those lockdown blues, I chased them away. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿฅฐ

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#2012 Still sunny day out

What a gloriously sunny Winter’s day it was today. ๐ŸŒž

I was feeling a bit off, but come work-from-home knock-off time, after baby girl and I did our new routine of watching Friends with our coffee and babycino – yes, my 8-year-old (8!๐Ÿ˜ฎ) is actually getting through the entire series of Friends! – we decided to go for a slow, leisurely walk around the block.

We found a basket of lemons, even though the sign said limes… maybe they were all out? ๐Ÿ˜‚ And it was truly beautiful, being in the moment and just wandering through the still, sunny afternoon, hand in hand, talking about whatever floated into our minds.

I continued the slow and steady at home when I took a mag I bought recently to the balcony, to indulge in some more ‘me’ relaxation time.

Even on those days when you feel a little less than yourself, doing these small, therapeutic things can make the world of difference.

#2006 The wind of change

I like reading up on my horoscope. And though I take it all with a grain of salt, when my monthly one said that the first half of the Leo month would be, frankly put, CRAP, well I started to see it everywhere.

And hey, don’t blame me, it’s not Leo month’s fault! It’s all in the planets, and their alignment. ๐ŸŒ™โ˜€

It’s THEIR fault. ๐Ÿคฃ

But just as the horoscope promised, the second half of the Leo season would end on a super sweet note.

I think the winds of change are already here.

I had a full on start to the day with work, and having planned a park date with baby girl, as soon as I was finished we ran out the door, got some takeaway coffee and babycino, some sweets, and started walking to the beach end of Main Street.

But, other than the pleasant, still, sunny air… another surprise.

Someone had paid the coffee forward. Free drinks for us. ๐Ÿ’–

The park was beautiful, and it was so evident the atmospheric change. Unlike other Wintry days, there was barely any wind to be felt.

Interesting too, that 5 years ago on this day, we took a leap of faith, into our own wind of change.

We purchased our house exactly 5 years ago!

So much change. Sea change, the wind has changed leaving Winter slowly bidding a goodbye, and the Leo season seems to be changing for the better too.

I for one am totally up for it.

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#2005 The brave one

For baby girl’s home-school writing task today, she had to write about herself, using similes.

Some came to her mind so easily… “I’m as loud as a lion!”

(I can attest to that!)

Others she thought of for a bit longer.

“I’m as slow as a pigeon!”

(Sorry, I can’t tell you why she chose that one!)

But when she spoke out her idea for ‘brave,’ I gasped.

I’m as brave as Mum.

Oh. ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’–

Here is the completed piece:

I was super touched that she put me down for that attribute. It was a special moment, and as I sat working at the desk, it seriously brought a tear to my eye. Sure I have gone through things, things that she definitely would stop and think about, things that would even scare her… and as much as I was proud that she’d thought of me when thinking of bravery… to be absolutely honest, I thought of me.

When she had first gotten to ‘brave,’ a thought had crossed through my head: ‘What if she picks me?’

And I guess thinking that, on instinct, means I believe I am too.

I wouldn’t have said so years ago. But I truly believe it now.

And it’s a nice place to be. ๐Ÿ’–

#1984 Home-school made easier

So the above is a bit of a fallacy, certainly in the minds and prayers and thoughts and screams of parents everywhere ALL over the world!

But, age does matter.

I’ve noticed anyway. If I compare last year’s lockdowns to this years ones (can’t believe I’m speaking in the plural for BOTH) baby girl has been able to apply herself independently to her learning this year, and seems to be getting better at it.

She’s more likely to try something on her own, is more confident in giving it a try without me there sitting next to her, and doesn’t kick up as much of a stink when there’s like a literacy online group session that she must attend.

And this makes my life easier, because instead of going from work from home, to then school from home…

I go from work from home, to… only a very tiny bit of school from home. ๐Ÿ˜‚

And can I add… we both love Fridays.

Other than the obvious… they are device-free days. No set tasks, yes! ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ™

#1952 Digging the holiday vibes

I’m usually starting to get major Sunday night ‘down’ feels come the end of the weekend.

You know, Monday morning start of routine and all.

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I’m feeling none of it tonight.

It all must have to do with the serious holiday vibes I’m feeling.

Yes, baby girl still has this week of school ’til term ends. Wednesday is a student free day though, so we get a mid-week break for reports.

WINNING! Mid-week sleep in.

Then there’s work. It’s super quiet, so I’m only working one day this week… way over on the other side, on Thursday.

With all these non-work days and baby girl finishing up soon, I feel like a whole lotta me time is coming my way… and I LOVE the feeling! ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

#1948 My moccasin love

I will forever be a lover, of the papuce.

That is moccasins to you, my English speaking friends. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Do not show me an ugg boot. Do you know what I say when I see an ugg boot?

Ugh.

Get it? The ugg is named aptly, because it is DAMN UGLY. Only once in my whole life have we had ugg boots in our house, and that was because baby girl got them as a gift when she was a baby, and even then when I put them on her, Hubbie stirred me forever and a day because he knows I don’t like ugg boots.

I think they pass on a baby. I mean, everything looks cute on a baby.

But, ugh. Pass on the UGG-LY boots, please.

Moccasins, ALL THE WAY.

From as long as I can remember, these things have been on my feet all year round. A couple of months around summer, I live in thong-type cushiony slippers… but these things, these moccasins, spell one thing.

HOME. ๐Ÿก

I wore them all through my childhood and teenage years, and really they remind me of my childhood home, of my parents, of keeping feet warm and protected through everything.

I mean, why would you wear basic slippers when it’s cold? There is no proper support, or protection, or warmth… they can so easily slip off.

Actually, slippers are a hazard.

Moccasins fit snugly around your foot, providing cushions of love and goodness to keep those toes toasty, all day long.

(And yes, I know ugg-ly boot lovers will argue that their boots do the same, but the fact that you have to pull them off makes them so inconvenient, and did I mention, ugly? ๐Ÿคฃ)

I got a new pair today at the local Wednesday market, because I wore my old ones to the ground to the point that there was literally no cushioning left in the moccasins!

There has been a lot of working from home and home-schooling over the past year, so they have been in high demand. ๐Ÿ˜

But, ahhh. A new pair of moccasins. To set me up for the cold months ahead…

Welcome papuce. Welcome. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’–

#1947 The never-ending chat box

Have you heard that statistic about how if you have shelter, or access to food, you are like, X per cent better off than the majority of the world?

Well I did some digging, and found the quote.

If you have food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep…

Then you are richer than 75% of people in this world.

Just pause and let that sink in for a moment.

Another one that causes thought to sober up.

If you can read, you are luckier than one billion people who cannot read at all.

And,

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace…

You are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.

WOW.

With all my sobering and eye-opening quotes and statistics I’m now inclined to continue with this theme, but alas I’m making a point about something else.

A statistic that I will make up, if you will.

I suggest that if you have an ongoing chat with anyone in your life… friends, siblings, cousins, colleagues, like-minded individuals… whether it’s on Messenger, WhatsApp, or any other message sharing app, well then you are…

Part of the world’s privileged that is fortunate enough to engage on a regular basis with people who make you smile. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

I call it, the never-ending chat.

Insert The NeverEnding Story theme song here. I was led to these thoughts when during the day today, while working from home, I was bombarded by messages in my friends group chat.

This is the group of my oldest and nearest and dearest friends, girls ranging from my primary to high school years.

And I will say this – getting messages from your friends when working from home, is both a pro, in that you can respond to the messages…

But it is also a con, because it’s a MASSIVE distraction.

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One theme started, and then another, and another… I went back to work after a few replies and GIFs, trying not to get distracted, and when I looked back like, 10 minutes later, there were 50+ new messages.

WHAT THE???

But it was the best, it made me laugh, it amused me to no end, and I had something to come back to, for the whole day.

That my friends, is why it’s called the Never Ending Chat.

It’s amazing, because when it’s shared with loved ones, well you know it will NEVER end.

It is the chat that never ends! Ooh, that reminds me…

“It is the chat that never ends, and it goes on and on my friend…”

LAMB CHOP! Ha!

Ok, I’ll stop now. ๐Ÿคฃ