#1884 My little helper

I am so simple lately.

(You might even say boring, but meh 🤷‍♀️)

I hit a wall after lunchtime, I was freezing cold, and then BANG!

Sleep overwhelmed me.

Well I couldn’t sleep, duh I have a child. But I did lay down on the couch, and baby girl brought me her musical merry-go-round figurine to lull me to sleep, and my water bottle and my phone, all within reach.

Awww.

But balance… she oh-so-quietly complained I had to get up and make my coffee, as well as her BABYCINO.

No rest for the tired here. Just as well we have caffeine. 💪☕

#1853 Coffee time with my girl no. 4

Before all the busy-ness of the day, baby girl and I had our cafe moment this morning on the main street.

You know what made me laugh? As I went to snap our drinks, in the background, I caught her doing this…

Deeply inhaling her babycino.

“Ahhh,” she said.

It cracked me up. 🤣

Kids! 🤷‍♀️

#1794 The truth behind the holiday pics

What a fucking day.

And I don’t swear lightly… on social media, that is. But today was totally fucking swear-worthy.

The start and end of it look quite blissful… see?

Baby girl’s babycino following our buffet brekkie. Then me enjoying some relaxing time while baby girl screamed “cannonball!” launching into the shallow swimming pool’s waters.

But the meat of the sandwich that was between those two photos? The middle of the day?

That is a story and a half.

Because we had started the day happy, you see. We had brekkie, and on our way to visit a beach we had only stopped by days earlier, made a pit stop to get a boogie board for baby girl, which ended up being a family boogie board, so awesome and big and colourful it was.

We were just pumped. Couldn’t wait to get to the beach, oh, 10 minutes away…

But then my car overheated.

The temperature gauge went to red.

Hubbie pulled over in a panic.

And in the space of a few hours, we were waiting waiting waiting, had a huge mix-up with our car roadside insurance that resulted in help being sent a lot later than we would have liked, we were hot, stuck on a busy road. were in the vicinity of a possible Wolf Creek type abduction attempt when a man pulled over after seeing me outside the car, and in between all of the waiting, being told by the roadside guy there was nothing he could do, daydreaming about the boogie board we should have been using then at the beach…

Well there were the water birds.

We called them ducks the whole time, but they were too big to be ducks. These birds were on one side of the busy road as we waited over an hour for help, and in that space they proceeded to leisurely cross the two sides of traffic, a number of 4 times.

At first, we couldn’t watch. We told baby girl to cover her eyes, sure that one of them would be splattered and flattened over the asphalt. They were lanky, moved slowly, and just lacked any kind of fear or trepidation when it came to forcing huge pieces of machinery to brake to a stop to allow them to pass.

And yet, they passed. They made it. There were 6 of these animals, with one of them hobbling like it’d been swiped by a vehicle… and yet they crossed the two-sided road 4 times.

It was a miracle.

Cars, even trucks, pulled to a stop. We watched in amazement as traffic on this busy tourist road came to a standstill, as these slow-moving water birds ambled across slowly, seemingly unaware of the chaos they were creating.

They managed to move, however slowly, while we sat there static, in the heat, a little bit in awe of their bravery (and sometimes, stupidity).

My faith in humankind was restored, even following the Wolf Creek incident, seeing ‘most’ of the cars patiently wait for these indecisive avian kind to work out which side of the road they wanted to be on.

And that faith in people continued when some time later, a random cafe owner we had passed only that morning on our fated way to the beach, ended up helping Hubbie get back on the road, however slowly, where we breathed a huge sigh of relief that we were back in a known, safe, comfortable place.

But now, we are stuck.

There are a couple of morals to this story. One is the REAL truth behind all the social media photos you see. Despite the filters being put on display, it doesn’t mask the truth in between the snaps of photos being taken and the 100 special effects being created.

And secondly… there are miracles to be observed, even amongst unbelievable odds and impossible situations.

To be continued…

#1721 Day 223 of getting there: back to it all

Today was an exciting day.

WE GOT OUT.

Escaped from the confines of our home.

No, it wasn’t cleaning all day,

finding a board game to play,

then pruning with waters glistening in the horizon on the bay.

NAY.

WE WENT OUT.

Baby girl and I hit the Main street. Shopping. Excited with, “look, SHOPS ARE OPEN!”

We stopped at my 10/10 coffee place from the other day, Flowergirls and co cafe –

YAY –

and had a great coffee and babycino break.

And gingerbread man. 😉

People were milling around EVERYWHERE. EVERYONE was out.

We continued the fun this evening when we went out to dinner at one of our fave restaurants, The Royal Hotel.

HOORAY! Wine! I haven’t drank it in about 2 months. I was firstly going through some health hell, then I was terrified of drinking anything that wasn’t water, so I stayed away for so long…

Until tonight.

That one glass of red made me go all YIPPEE in my head, and immediately, I loved everyone. I missed everyone.

I mean, I do love and miss everyone, and by everyone I mean only those people I care about.

HA HA HA. (Still some alcoholic effects I see?) 😜

But seriously. Cheap drunk alert. I was happy happy, LA LA LA, my seafood linguine was NOM NOM NOM, and then we walked across the road, to the best view of them all.

Ahhh.

All in all, today was a great way to get back to it all.

Shop. Coffee. Dinner. Beach.

Relax. Happy. Grateful. YAY.

REPEAT.

#1689 Day 191 of getting there: loved ones again

It is…

Walking a doe-eyed dog on a leash.

Going to a new park.

Sucking up angel hair spaghetti.

Babycinos galore.

The gooey mess of chocolate mousse.

Sarma… home-made with love.

Smiles and surprises.

D&Ms.

A new-found love for blueberries.

A cat’s paws that are caramel-toned.

Conversations that turn into conversations before the old conversations have even ended.

Laughs and laughs and laughs.

Feeling the comforting pat on your back.

All of these things are sweet, and good…

But they are made all the more sweeter, when they come with a loved ones face.

Or one. Or two. Or three. Our four.

😍😍😍😍

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

#1615 Day 117 of getting there: The balcony and the bay with baby girl

We sat upstairs, sipping our coffee and babycino out on the balcony this afternoon…

While chowing down home-made muffins drizzled with nutella.

Dainty, yet unforgiving when it comes to food.

That’s how us girls roll.

The bay was foggy. It blended in with the sky, ALL DAY. To say there was water there, well, a non-local wouldn’t believe it.

Even as the sun tried to shine through the clouds, and the fog started to lift… just a little…

We turned our back to it. She sat in my lap, and we mucked around, checking things on my phone, looking at nearby spider webs, tickling each other, laughing, and just generally having fun.

But not the bay. We didn’t look at it.

We turned our backs to it all.

The fog.

The outside world.

Corona.

The horrible news were were hearing each and every day.

Even with the water, kind of, but not really there before us, we looked away.

We decided to only look at each other.

Because at the very base of it, that’s all you need.

I hope you also have someone to look at over the next few weeks…

Photo by Peter Robinson on Pexels.com

(Not our bay, remember, we weren’t looking. 😉 )

#1606 Day 108 of getting there: The Last Cuppa

Ok, so for 6 weeks.

Not forever, clearly.

But today we headed out to grab our last, in-store, sit-down, cafe experience…

Along with the rest of the town.

I mean, really July. What trickery are you fooling us into? How gorgeous was today? And it’s meant to continue for 2 more days… only for the sunshine-y days to return again next week!

Ahh, Winter. You’ve made me kinda like you again.

You know, I have to say… it is A BIT annoying. And I think I am allowed to say this, because last I heard, our shire had NO current cases of coronavirus.

NONE.

And yet we are suddenly part of ‘metropolitan Melbourne’ (only when they want us) and yet our neighbours across the Port Phillip Bay in Geelong have 2 CURRENT CASES, and are exempt from this lockdown.

Kilometres wise, they are further from the city than we are.

It does not make sense.

I’m not gonna focus on it too much though. We have to do what we have to do. And if too many shires are given reprieves (ahem, Geelong) well then no one is going to listen, and they won’t be happy, right?

I’ll suck it up.

Baby girl took my cue from the other night, and had stuck this note on our bedroom door last night:

I mean, we couldn’t say no to a 6 year-old, right?

Everyone was out and having their last lunches, last drinks, last cuppas…

They were all still social distancing. Counting numbers inside and outside the cafe. Sanitiser was within reach. It was very much across the board.

And the coffee was GREAT. But, it all felt a bit surreal. I mean, you could tell people were getting in their last whatever’s before midnight tonight. I could hear the cafe owner telling loyal customers they would be open for takeaway every day.

We enjoyed it. And then we left. Walked down the main street…

And to the PARK.

Poor baby girl. Poor all kids. They have to go through this shitty time again. Look I get it, we have to do this. Baby girl is actually amazing and totally understanding of what we have to sacrifice again.

But, I wanted to let her run. I wanted her to play.

And she did.

I’ll see you all on the other side… but stay for the gratitude journey, of course, as always. 🙂

#1605 Day 107 of getting there: the cafe calm before the storm

It’s like I KNEW we were going into lockdown. AGAIN.

How did I know?

It’s like I had this freaking sixth sense about it.

Because about one hour after the announcement, baby girl and I found ourselves here.

But it didn’t happen on whim. The weird thing is, it was all pre-planned you see. Our ‘coffee date.’

I decided to surprise her with it yesterday. She’s been so good while I work from home, sitting around all day and being inventive with things to do and play with, to then sit around and be more inventive when I finish work… all events, visits, catch-ups, fun activities and experiments are off-limits these school holidays as Victoria continues to go through higher coronavirus cases each day.

So I wrote her a note, and stuck it on her door last night.

If you can’t read my doctor’s handwriting (I am in the wrong profession) it says:

“Dear ‘baby girl,’

Can you come with me to a coffee date tomorrow afternoon?

Love Mum.”

When she found it, she was particularly rapt. More so because it wasn’t just going out for a babycino and coffee…. no, this was a coffee and babycino DATE.

When we got to the cafe, after hearing what we had heard already about most of Victoria going into lockdown, well let’s just say I really sat back and took it all in.

Baby girl read out some words she had written and drawn on, and I asked her stuff like, “so, how was your day?” even though we had spent the whole day together already!

We had our little treats too, and she knocked a whole OJ down as well because she wanted to, and well I didn’t mind that she’d already had a massive cookie and babycino with 2 marshmallows, because hey, it was school holidays, and she would have had a lot more every day if things were as normal…

They weren’t.

So for that half hour anyway, we pretended all was right with the world.

Talk about timing.

#1571 Day 73 of getting there: the first café coffee

Today was a really lovely day of balance…

Home routine time.

Grocery time.

Family time.

Me time.

And the best time of all, was after lunch when we went out for the first time in months… and had –

COFFEE TIME.

Since cafes and restaurants have loosened restrictions this week, I know there have been people heading out, enjoying their new-found freedom, and supporting these struggling businesses in the process.

We have been inside so much. We have been doing things by the book, listening to the rules, washing our hands, sanitising every second…

But today Hubbie said it best when he said: “Let’s go out. Everyone is out. We’re the only ones staying inside.”

I don’t want that to come across the wrong way. We are doing the right thing, according to us, just as others are doing the right thing, according to them.

I guess we have been super cautious, and fair enough. And we will continue to be.

But sometimes, we need to provide concessions for ourselves. Yesterday was not the best day for me mentally.

But taking my own advice, after a good sleep, I woke happier, lighter, even healthier, and my mind was in a better place…

But getting out of the house and doing something with those I love, in a safe and hygienic way, was so necessary. So important.

I feel for those who can’t get out. Or who don’t have happy homes in the first place. Who have no solace. No respite.

We need to break the monotony. For the most well-meaning and healthy-minded among us, this isolation can break you.

I love baby girl sooooo much. But we have been combining working from home, with home schooling, for over 73 days! And all this home home home is just TOO much.

We all need a break.

And today it came in the simple form of a coffee break.

We sat outside. We sanitised in the car when we left. Baby girl was even wearing her school jacket on top (poor girl misses school).

It was short, but oh so sweet. And I am hopeful that we will have many more outings like these in the weeks – no, DAYS – to come.