#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!

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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. 🙂

#854 Back to bed on a Sunday

My gratitude came super early this morning. Like 7am early, in the form of baby girl calling out to me from downstairs.

7am is early for a Sunday. A Sunday in Winter. A Sunday in which darkness is still creeping through the sides of the blinds, and a Sunday where I had to work the following Saturday night, late into the early hours of…

Sunday Morning. It was that kind of Sunday.

It was cold. I was still so tired. But after attending to baby girl, I headed on back upstairs…

To sleep in beautiful peace for another 3 and a half hours. We all slept. We all needed it. The house was still and silent and calm, and we drifted off into our fairy tale lands amidst it all.

I LOVED IT.

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Photo by Olya /Voloshka on Unsplash

#749 ‘Get better’ breakfast in bed

I could hear baby girl and Hubbie downstairs. He was trying to get her dressed, find socks, and asking if she wanted banana in her weetbix.

Me? I was upstairs, wallowing in self-pity.

I felt like my body was trying to destruct me from the inside-out. I was in pain, and had told Hubbie I wasn’t getting out to start the day, anytime soon.

So, the solution?

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Hubbie brought me up breakfast. Just what the doctor ordered.

But I don’t meant the toast, tea or painkillers… rather, the loving husband ♥

#698 Meeting Skye and friends – part 2

I didn’t know if I could fulfil the promise to her, so I didn’t say anything to baby girl last night, as I was a bit worse for wear.

But this morning as she came upstairs to find me in bed, and then we slept and chilled some more… when we finally did open our eyes to begin the day properly, she asked me the question she has been asking every morning now since the holidays began, so accustomed to the exciting and unknown response it would bring her:

“Where you take me today Mama?”

I smiled at her. She was lying on my lap upside down, her feet sprawled out in front of us.

“Well… do you wanna go to a shopping centre…”

“Yes,” she already began excitedly. At the very least, in her mind, the shopping centre promised fried rice, babycino and dessert, and some kind of small toy.

I watched her upside-down face carefully, prolonging the moment, and looking at those smiling squinty eyes as I said

“To meet Skye, and Chase?”

I watched her expectantly as my words registered. A long, unbelievable pause.

Or should I say, PAWS.

(Thigh slap! Oh stop it, I know).

“YES!”

It was her first time seeing Chase, the blue 4-legged rescue dog from Paw Patrol, as she had already met Skye in a previous school holiday shopping centre meet and greet. But she was still so happy to see them, although slightly shy and embarrassed too, but really, all smiles.

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And when you see your child like that, so full of joy and excitement to see their small-screen idols, well its pretty cool. It’s hard not to feel the vicarious love and happiness in a moment like that. 🙂

 

#691 Sleep-ins with my pre – 4 year old kinder girl

Something dawned on me just this week.

And it wasn’t the pretty colours of the sunrise kind either.

You see, as we are getting closer and closer to the time, a month away now, when baby girl starts to attend three 5 hour sessions of kinder a week, my dominant phrase has been this:

“15 free hours a week! YAY!”

ALL THE TIME. Anyone who asks if baby girl is at kinder, I apply with an immediate “yes” and then an almost as fast incomprehensible “15freehoursaweekYAY!”

Sure, I will have a whole lot of adult responsible life things to do in that time, like bills and grocery shopping and house stuff, and then there is Zumba that I want to return to, and those 1000s of photos I want to place chronologically in photo albums, and then print out the 1000s more I need to get up to date.

But then, the realisation.

I was in bed with baby girl the other day, after 9am, and we were just snuggling, chilling, doing a whole lot of nothing, as we laughed and giggled and talked about how we slept, and I kept trying to will myself out of bed, but I just couldn’t.

Something made me stay there longer.

Yes, I was getting these 15 hours of child-free time a week. But to get there, I would be getting up at 7am three times a week too. Gone were my sleep-ins with her past 9am, the lazy relaxing mornings, even my 1:30am bedtimes… yes, I have gone THAT FAR.

Suddenly, her three sessions of kinder, my Wednesday and Saturday work days, and Fridays usually spent catching up with appointments, that only left ONE definite day to sleep in…

SUNDAY.

I was going from sleep-ins MOST days, to sleep-ins… 1 DAY.

Sniff.

And there was no stopping it. Even with another child, it didn’t matter – because baby girl would be going from kinder, to primary school, to high school – the wake-ups would only become harder and more frequent and demanding!

So this morning, as baby girl came upstairs at 9:15, and I slept on and off another 30 minutes, before opening my eyes properly… and she asked me “you have good sleep Mama?” and we hugged and tickled each other, and talked about what we would do today, and I took a good 15 extra minutes to haul my behind out of bed…

I relished. Because these days won’t last forever. In fact, their days are numbered…

#689 Walk to Work while the World sleeps

One of the best things about working during the normal January school holidays is that EVERYTHING is quieter.

The streets are quieter. Little traffic, you just fly on through to your destination.

Work is breezy. All the hard shit is done and you’re there trying to work out what Shakespeare performance you’re going to watch at the Pop-Up theatre with all your mad google searches.

And generally, there are less people.

I get to work about 7, which doesn’t sound too abnormal, but if I told you I get up at 5am, that sounds abnormal. Nonetheless, there are still people around any other time of year, rain, hail or shine, as I make the 7-10 minute walk over to work from where I park (depending on how cold it is).

But today… NO ONE.

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It was magic. Any other time, the thought of getting up early for a quiet walk sounds too hard as sleep and bed are my best friends, and yet when I am out on my walk in peace and solitude, I LOVE IT.

I observed the moored boats and soft rippling of the water around them, the fresh air that was devoid of any breeze, and the fact that I was the only one walking at that very moment.

It filled my soul.

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The photos do not do it proper justice, but I found clarity and beauty in the scenery around me, and gazed upon the water as the rest of the world, slept…

#560 Silly games

It was a lazy kind of Sunday – just the day I needed. Chilling with my family…

…And playing too.

I was telling baby girl at one point in the day, how she had the most fantastic bed, and if I were her, I would sleep in it all day, and all night (just an extension of her already good habits, but just wanting to concrete in that sleeping in her own bed/room is THE BOMB).

Well of course after that statement, she of course wanted to tuck me into her bed.

Of course.

I happily complied. It was a cold and rainy day. I snuggled in under the covers, she read to me, put her stuffed lion and elephant toys around me, and I pretended to sleep.

When she left the room, I sprung into action. I got out of her bed, shoved her elephant under the covers in my place, and then hid in her wardrobe opposite the bed. I heard her come in, walk over to the bed, and go “huh?”

I stifled my laughter.

Some shuffling, and then I heard laughter.

Oh God she had found the elephant. I put my hand over my mouth. I was sure she would hear my quietly escaping laughter.

“Mama? Ma! Mama?” she called for me around the room, and then asked the elephant if he knew where I was, and answered for him too – “No.”

Meanwhile I was sniggering two metres away.

She left the room calling to her Dad, telling him Mama was gone, and I jumped out of the wardrobe, back into bed, threw Mister Elephant to the side, and pulled the covers up close around my head.

I closed my eyes as she approached. “Oh! Mama!” she was smiling.

“Hey honey!”

She indicated I had been gone, and the elephant had been in the bed.

“What? I’ve been here the whole time!”

Whose the child here?!?!

I ended with the cheeky question, posing to her that Mama had tricked her – I don’t want to leave the girl with questionable freaky ideas about her mother disappearing and then reappearing suddenly – but it had been good fun, and on a quiet, low-key, rainy Sunday, we had made some fun and silly memories.

I love these games, and I love how she brings out the child in me. Why would you ever want to grow up?