#1447 Me Time no. 1

I can just as easily have named this a ‘reasons why I love living by the beach’ post with the water being a theme and all once again, but the true intentions of my writing and where I am coming from are so different this time.

Sure, it was hot.

Sure, I wanted to make the most of Summer.

Sure, I wasn’t passing up a hot day offer from Melbourne even if it meant I was alone.

Especially because I was alone. 😉

But I’ve been in a funny space lately. Neither here nor there. Thinking about life, wondering what to do, in this odd middle-ground of nothingness, where nothing is the only thing that actually happens…

Just a whole lot of thinking instead.

I’ve been coming to grips with this weird phase, reminding myself that we all go through it at certain times of life and it’s part of the whole cocoon process in becoming a new person.

To become a butterfly we must shed our shell. But we must hide out and hibernate first to do so.

Part of my quest this year, the year of balance as I’m calling it, the ‘2020’ year, is to find more time to make me happy.

You might think that is SO easy given I don’t have a job. I have plenty of time, right?

Time doesn’t necessarily equate to heart and purpose though. And it’s awfully hard to find motivation when the car that is your life stalls and has to change new tyres, and you suddenly don’t know where the tyres are coming from. And then someone tells you to not stress, and relax.

You try relax while waiting for a tyre change.

So in the meantime, I really have to do things for me.

Things that fill my soul with purpose.

Things that make me smile.

Things that I miss doing.

Things that I always put on the backburner because I need to cook/clean/make phone calls/do washing/a billion other things on my to-do list.

Going to the beach on my lonesome is just one of those wonderful ‘me’ things.

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(the seagull had to photobomb my solitary beach photo!)

Firstly, when alone at the beach, I have no one in tow, and no one to answer to. I decide when I come and go. I sit on the sand for as long as I like, and I sit in the water for as long as I like.

And today, while sitting in the water and having waves crash over me… well it truly reset my car battery. 😉

I’ve written a little story about it on Instagram, about waves and life and letting go, so I do hope you check it out… you can find me under smikgwriter so give me a yell if you’re on there too. ♥

 

 

#1446 Reasons why I love living near the beach no. 2

So this is similar to my number 1 reason from an earlier post, but… I love living by the beach because…

We can go after work.

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Hubbie’s work, that is. Having a peak temperature day of 37 in our neck of the woods meant that it was likely to still be hot later in the day.

This was perfect, as it’s not generally favoured amongst bosses and teachers that employees cancel work and students wag school to hit the sand and water.

But living by the beach, you can just go after work and school!

Visits like this aren’t for long. We grab our towels, our belongings in one bag, our thongs are on our feet and swimwear is ready, as baby girl drags her body board behind her.

That’s it.

An hour maybe, tops.

Short and sweet.

And we end up having the best time ever.

We had the best time ever. ♥

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#1443 A drive to the other side

We try make the most of every free moment we get together as a family.

And in glass half-full spirit, when Hubbie came home today from work on a public holiday at 1pm, it wasn’t –

“boo, you worked today” – 

it was –

“what are we gonna do now?”

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A drive to the other side of the Peninsula it was. 🙂

Some surf beach explorations at Pt. Leo…

Before making our way to Flinders…

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For a coffee break, walk, park visit and a spot of ice cream from their famous ice creamery!

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I love how we drive to the other side, and immediately feel like we’re a world away.

But we’re not. And that’s what I love MOST. ♥

 

#1434 The Mermaid

Today I’m grateful for… the mermaid.

What? I hear you ask. “You mean Ariel, the animated character, surely.”

Nope.

A real-life mermaid.

Well, as real as anyone is gonna get to, according to those who were at Seaford beach today.

Baby girl and I met up with some family friends there, to see the event that was Tarielle, the mermaid, swim to shore and talk about mermaid life.

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And pose for pictures, of course!

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It was quite the spectacle. About a hundred parents and children gathered after 1pm to watch the shimmery figure of Tarielle, swim up to the sand, with delighted and captivated kids barely able to contain themselves.

This girl mermaid was amazing. I can’t imagine the body strength required to swim in that… ‘fishtail,’ and sit at odd angles for 3 hours talking and posing, while making her tail splash intermittently.

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What an effort. For a mermaid that is. 😉

But it wasn’t all entertainment. This mermaid came with a message. Amidst the sweet smiles and jokingly telling us she was grumpy when they made a movie about her sister and not her, she was there to talk about the environment, keeping the oceans free from litter, and asking the kids to pick up rubbish whenever they saw it out and about.

Such a great message for impressionable minds.

Do you know what baby girl and her friend did then?

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They went searching for litter. Fortunately they didn’t find any. ❤🧜‍♀️

 

 

#1429 Sharing the beach love

Okay, so it’s not MY beach. But when your friends visit you from across town and ask for a beach-playdate-destination-recommendation, you kinda feel like a part of you is being exposed, on show for all to see.

I was pleased, because it was a pretty perfect beach day.

Still, sunny, but with some cloud cover at times. The water was mild. The kids had shallow waters.

Us Mums were (mostly) happy. Kids make that sentence ‘mostly.’ 🤣

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But it wasn’t just the fun and frivolity of being on sand, or wading on water that made today fun and totally chillax-worthy.

I felt there was a lot of meaning attached to the day. Sure we were on the beach and all, but I couldn’t help thinking of how we had come to the beach that day.

I was thinking of friends, and friendship, A LOT. It was two of my oldest friends that I was with today. They with their brood, me with mine. And it had nothing to do with watching the kids play, fight, argue over who had the body board next or lie in the water and float, things we used to imagine way back when in high school when we’d say to one another that our kids would be friends just as we were.

It was more about the ‘time.’ That all-too-important commodity that everyone argues they have little to none of. I was thinking of how we were all there on the beach, dedicated to the task of spending time together, our kids having fun together, while there were so many other things in our life distracting us, so many other things we could do, and so many other places we could be.

But we chose to be there.

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It was humbling. It was heart-warming. When someone chooses you to be the place they spend their time with, it is something special. In a world where the word ‘busy’ flies out of our mouths all too often, it was a day where we chose each other, and in doing so made one of the best sacrifices of time and best decisions possible:

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Because we made memories for not only us, but THEM. ❤🏖

#1426 The city trip

We easily could have had a crap day.

We had a few difficult starts that could have turned us sour.

Like the train station parking.

There wasn’t any.

As it was we couldn’t take our regular line into the city because there were replacement buses at certain stops…

And if you have ever had to take a replacement bus in, you will understand why we never ever want to take a replacement bus EVER AGAIN.

So we tried to jump on another train line.

But every car park was full.

We were on holiday time… but the rest of the world was not.

It was a Friday you see. Business hours applied.

We went to one station, couldn’t find parking, before driving up to the next one trying to get lucky.

We did this at three stations before I said “let’s just drive in.”

I remembered the car park I’d gone to with baby girl when we had our Andy show for the last school holidays.

And we just happened to take the scenic route there.

Boy did it bring back memories.

We were driving along Beach Rd in St Kilda, and I was looking at the palm trees, at the houses facing the water…

AND IT HIT ME.

I remembered going there with Hubbie way before baby girl was around, and how we’d look up at the houses and admire them saying “imagine living here by the beach? Imagine that?”

Well we didn’t live by that beach, but now we lived close to a beach.

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All of a sudden our unplanned drive in was becoming a whole lot more.

We arrived at our car parking destination about 2 hours from when we set off. All the pausing and going from one station to the next and then looking for parking had taken ages.

We could have been cranky. We could have been pissed. Instead we stepped out of the old building, so known to us, and went ‘ahhh’ as the humidity of the day hit us and we spied THAT familiar street.

Lygon street. Our old stomping ground.

Oh wow. We were walking and telling baby girl everything. “Mummy and Daddy used to come here all the time… we used to go there… then we would go there… we’ve been there… look that’s changed!”

It was amazing as all the feelings came flooding back. It was a place that at one time in our life we frequented like twice a week… then it changed to once. LOL. We went there so much the trip there was permanently engrained in our minds. The twists and turns of the street, the best parking spots, and who did the best pasta and steak.

(Not necessarily from the pricey side, and if you know Lygon street you know which side of the street that is 😉 )

We stopped to eat lunch at a place we had before, and looking up and down at the greenery on either side of us, I grew misty-eyed.

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I had a revelation.

I even said it aloud: “I could see myself living here.”

Hubbe was shocked. It was a big thing for me to say that. Me, SmikG, so rapt with the beachside that I couldn’t imagine anywhere else.

I clarified… “I love where we live… but one day, maybe in 20 years, I could imagine living here.”

The memories. Oh the MEMORIES! Even sitting at that table, I was reminded that we had sat at that very café and at that very table and had a coffee, right before going on a little trip together pre-baby girl… I reminded Hubbie and he said “Yes, I remember!”

“Where were we going again?”

After throwing out some names which weren’t right, he said it was at a spot on the Peninsula.

FACE PALM. Where we live NOW.

The symmetry was freaking me out.

Lygon Street made me feel right at home. From the bear-shaped pizza for baby girl and the handmade gnocchi for me that melted in my mouth, I was in heaven. I’ve always said I was Italian in another life. I am more than confident of it after today.

We shared a coffee after our tram trek into the city-centre, where I had the most delicious and iconic Melbourne themed chocolate…

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Before we went to where we had planned to all along.

A children’s theatre show.

It was Room on the Broom, a production based off the iconic Australian children’s book. It was a present to baby girl for Christmas after we saw how enthralled in the book she was last year… and so that was the point of our whole trek in.

We did so much before that to get there, and it had been an adventure.

The show in itself was another great adventure.

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But then like so many times before, shit hit the fan.

Baby girl wanted merchandise. A tiny $40 stuffed toy witch, or a $25 stuffed toy cat.

I shouldn’t even mention the money. The money doesn’t matter. It was the principle.

She has LOADS of stuffed toys. Do you think she plays with them?

Noooooooooooooooooooooo.

She started the hysterics. The tantrum built. Cries and shrieks. “No I want it!” Stamping of the foot. It is almost hilarious if it ISN’T happening to you.

We’d done so much to get there. Spent so much. Travelled so far.

And now THIS.

I looked outside the open doors as she cried behind us. People crowded through the foyer, some looking over and others dealing with their own demanding brood.

I could see it – gone was the humidity that had enveloped me during my delicious Pomodoro gnocchi as I sweated it out at 1pm…

Because now at 4pm, it was windy and raining and people were getting drenched outside.

I put my foot down figuratively, told her “NO!” and stomped outside.

And instead of –

“But how the witch wailed

And how the cat spat

When the wind blew so widely

It blew off the hat.” – 

It was –

“How baby girl wailed 

And how her Mum spat

As the wind blew so widely

and her Mum yelled ‘that’s that!'”

LOL.

She cried as we pulled her along through the rain, pelting down on us as we ran towards our tram stop.

“You don’t need another stuffed toy!”

“Yes I do!”

“No you don’t!”

“Yes I do!”

“No you don’t!”

And as we ran, our feet sploshing through puddles and water sinking through our sandals, our arguing turned into banter, and the water on her face was suddenly from the rain, not her tears, as baby girl started to laugh.

“Yes I do!”

We got some much appreciated shelter from a woman holding an umbrella as we waited to cross the road, and within moments, all was well again.

The wild weather could have thrown us off.

The tantrum, the crying and yelling could have put us in a real sour mood.

But it didn’t.

And all of a sudden, we were full circle in our feelings again. 🙂

It was one of those weird days where it was a little bit of everything, but mostly a lot of fun and crazy.

We didn’t let anything unexpected throw us off our main task of having fun, whether it was a long drive, no parking, wild weather or a demanding 6 year old…

Our task was to make memories, with the added bonus of reminiscing past memories.

It was a happy day. ♥

 

 

 

 

#1415 My environmental warrior

Today being forecast to tip 40 degrees, and with us living by the beach, well it was no wonder that we ended up dipping our toes in the bay waters and shoving our feet into the sand.

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But it wasn’t this fact alone that had me grateful today. Rather it was the smallest event that had me going “awww.”

A small event, with huge repercussions.

Hubbie and I were sitting on the sand observing baby girl splash some distance away, jumping over small waves in the shallow stretch of water. She suddenly came to a stop, and we saw she was holding something.

“Has she got a ball?” I asked. We couldn’t tell. But she had this thing in her hand, and she looked around, uncertain, before she started charging for the sand.

As she got closer it became apparent that the glint of silver in her hand, was a can.

Litter. Left in the water.

She carried this empty soft drink can, this 6 year-old girl who doesn’t even come to us when beckoned. She ran across the sand, her eyes darting everywhere, passing over us as she went. She got to the big red and yellow bins and paused, uncertain where to put  the can when there was so much overflowing trash.

Hubbie got up to tell her the yellow one was for recycling. And as she passed me to go back into the water, I had to grab her attention, and tell her something important.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You taking that can out of the water… that is amazing. You know how proud Mummy is of you? Well done honey.”

She didn’t smile but she held her head high as her feet led her to the water, lifting her arms up in a bit of a muscle pose.

💪

And then she went on again, splashing in the water and making random friends with other kids.

Just another day in the life of my mini environmental warrior. 😍🌊❤