#1279 Birthday version 36.0

Snapshots of my day…

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Putting a unicorn bikkie in baby girl’s lunchbox today … her birthday too.

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My café brekkie. The quiet start to the day was necessary and did not last!

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There were blue skies… blue skies!

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Google wished me a happy birthday, again… aww shucks.

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And flowers at the end of the day from Hubbie to me and our girl made me all googly-eyed ♥

My birthday observation this year is this: it’s better, especially if having a party, to have your actual birthday mid-week, like Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday. Because if like me you have it on a Friday, you then spend the whole day running around like crazy getting ready for it all, on your birthday! There is no rest!

We were all crazy crazy running around the house tonight… Mister F was looking at us like “damn I live with insane people.”

But as long as I have my family to be crazy with, life is good.

Life is beautiful 🙂

 

 

#1195 School pancake day

I was sooo sure of myself when the fellow Mum brought it up yesterday.

“Have you heard about the big brekkie they’re doing?”

I laughed. “Oh yeah. I don’t have an issue there. Even if baby girl wants to go I’ll just tell here she’s usually sleeping at that time!”

Ha. I was soooo sure. I mean, she wouldn’t even want to go… who would want to go, if you had to get up earlier than normal to get to school just for a shared community breakfast?

I wasn’t even that sure what day it was happening.

She wouldn’t wanna go… would she?

Of course she would. Because as I soon found out, minutes after being so secure in my morning plans with that other Mum, the kids were let out and baby girl exclaimed excitedly – “Mama! We’re having pancakes tomorrow!”

So it WAS Friday.

“No you’re not. We’re not going.”

Sad face. “Awwww!”

Promising her pancakes on the weekend didn’t seem to help either.

It appears, the teachers had revved them all up right before pick-up.

Those rascally teachers.

So guess where I found myself this morning?

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Eating pancakes with baby girl.

You know, when I made the calculations, it wasn’t all that hard. I didn’t even have to get her or myself up at an earlier time – we got up at the same time, and did all our getting-ready-for-school things, bar having breakfast, and then headed to school to arrive right after the hotcakes were flipping.

There were pancakes upon pancakes, fruit platters upon fruit platters, and I helped myself to a canteen hot chocolate to keep me warm in the morning winds…

And you know, it wasn’t all that bad. It was actually pretty cool. I mean hot. 😉

#1131 Fresh, toasted bread

The online Collins dictionary defines “queue-jumping” as:

‘the act of obtaining prior consideration or some other advantage out of turn or unfairly.’

Today my loaf of bread jumped the queue so fantastically, that my mouth watered, my heart sung, and really, there was nothing unfair about the whole thing. In fact it was very, very FAIR.

You might think I am totally boring to be writing about bread, or toast, right?

But if you haven’t had my toast, I’m sorry, but YOU JUST DO NOT UNDERSTAND.

Oh-Em-Geeeeeee today peeps.

O-M-Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

You know what my favourite thing to hear when I am buying a new loaf of bread is?

“I’m just gonna put it in this paper bag instead, because it’s still warm.”

Still warm? DROOOOOOOOOL.

I hadn’t had brekkie this morning before school drop off, so as I quickly ran to the shops to grab some groceries before heading back home, with the above-mentioned bread, warm… I placed my fingertips together Montgomery Burns style.

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Excellent.

Sure, I had to have breakfast. And sure, I still had about 3 slices of bread left in the old loaf…

But it was OLD. And now I had freshly cut, WARM bread just waiting for me. Singing out to me.

“SmikG, SmikG…. eat me.”

🍞

I swear.

So I took the old loaf. Put it in the fridge and vowed I would toast and eat it another day.

And I took out these delicious slices of heaven, popped them in the toaster, spread soft and feathery butter ALL OVER, added my smidge amounts of vegemite (being careful not to overdose)… and then I BIT IN.

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😍😋😍😋

Did I say OMG already? OH-EM-GEEEEEEEEEEEE!

It was amazing. Crispy and soft, and honestly I don’t know why I even had to consider eating from the old loaf when I had this goodness waiting for me. Ahhh. It was the best bloody breakfast. Seriously.

That is seriously my gratitude post. SERIOUSLY. You know, even after I had my two pieces, I cheekily eyed that crust piece of bread I always avoid at the top/end of the loaf, because it’s, well, a crust… and I popped that super-thin slice in the toaster too, and DEMOLISHED IT.

I mean, it was so thin, it was at least half the size of a real slice… it was barely a toast. You could even say, I didn’t even eat it, that’s what you could say.

That’s what I will say.

But oh seriously. Gratitude done by 10:20am. And despite what the books say, jumping the queue seemed exceptionally fair… to my tummy. Happy me. 😁😜

#1117 How to do ‘me time’

This morning after school drop-off I headed into a café, and sent Hubbie a photo with the caption: “this is what you do when you have the day off.”

You see, yesterday was not only the first Wednesday baby girl attended school, but being the day I work, it was also the first time Hubbie dropped her off at school on his own.

You would have thought he celebrated his new-found 6-hour freedom by doing something great. Something grand. He is always saying how he never has time to himself, and then when he has free time, baby girl and I are around… and you know, no matter how much you love your family, every now and then you need your very own ‘me time.’

He did it all yesterday, right? He painted the town red, right?

Right???

No. He did NOTHING.

He was at home all day. He had like, 3 coffees before midday, and was completely unmotivated despite it all.

He completely wasted his free time day away.

Now, I can’t be too hard on him. He had actually been feeling under the weather, keeping at bay some ‘thing’ that has been passed around at his work… so, there was a reason to his sluggishness.

But I myself was feeling a bit off today too. So I did what I knew would make me feel better.

I bought a mag at the local supermarket (I can’t remember the last time I bought a mag!) and took it with me to a nearby café to have some brekkie.

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I ate my brekkie brioche. I sipped my tea. I read, and sat, and was mindful just like my mag said I should be. I had that time out, because I don’t give myself enough moments like that to just get out and BE.

And you know what? BE-ing feels really good for your soul. ♥

#1106 Summer-ain’t-over-yet Sunday

It came as a shock when I saw the 7 day forecast late last week.

High 20s, low 30s, all week.

Hallelujah.

Yes it is still February. And yes it is still Summer. When we had that unseasonably long warm spell in January, we were like –

‘This is grand.’

‘This is awesome.’

‘This is the bees knees of Summer.’

So when our fair city decided to then throw all of that into our faces and give us a random, though in Melbourne fashion completely realistic, Winter spell that had us putting on the heater… many thought Summer was GONE.

Nope. Not yet friends. And today we tried our best to milk the season for what it’s worth.

Breakfast on the balcony, watching still sailboats float by…

And then, of course, Beach Day.

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By the way, did you check out our new beach trolley from Kmart? This thing sells itself. Collapsible and easy to store/pack, you can put all your things into it, bags and towels and boards and balls and dolls and frisbees and even the kitchen sink… and then just watch while your child demands they must pull it…

Oh man. This is like… a dream. No really. It is.

:):):)

#804 Pre-work cafe writing

Today, I did that little thing that I do sometimes… I left the house for work at 7am, even though I didn’t have to start until 9:30am.

No, it doesn’t take me 2 and a half hours to get to work. It takes me 1 hour when things are going well – so where were those other 90 minutes going?

I got to work and parked. I then walked

down the path to my destination of choice –

A CAFE.

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I had brought my laptop in with me, so as I woke up with an indulgent egg and hash muffin, so too did the words on the screen light up and come alive…

With the help of some caffeine too.

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I never would have thought that I’d ever forgo sleep to get up and get some ‘me time’ in. It’s not purely the ‘me time’ that dictates what time I get up though: I want to get up and out of the house early so that baby girl isn’t upset if she sees me leave for work.

Avoiding an angry and sad child is a STRONG motivator. Wanting some writing time, is the extra icing on the cake.

It was a perfect and relaxed start to the day. The more I ‘cafe write’ the more I feel absolutely legit as a writer.

Wait a minute. I am not a writer solely based on where and how I write, and what it is I write, and whether I am published or not…

I am a writer, simply because, shortest English sentence here – I AM. 

And YOU are too… simply. Whatever you want to be, you already ARE.