#1932 What is (not) good

It dawned on me this afternoon.

The feeling. It was the same.

“You’ve got that lockdown feeling… oh that lockdown feeling

You’ve got that lockdown feeling and it’s gone, gone, gone

Freedom is gone.”

Ok so I am being cheeky changing the words to The Righteous Brothers. But that feeling of same, same, same, same, same house, was starting to seep it’s way back.

On a Monday, I would work from home. Maybe a quick shop to the bakery before picking up baby girl from school. then we were off! Straight to her swimming lesson, where she would get changed into her swim gear there, and have her lesson. Before the lesson she would sit with her swim buddy, and they adored each other, so I would be privy to all kinds of kid-crazy knock knock jokes before they ran amuck in their lesson.

During the lesson, I would email, message, write to-do lists, check social media. Then the other half I would chat to a parent there. She would get changed, then we would head home where she showered, I would start on dinner,.

Dinner was her and I. Hubbie was at basketball on Monday evenings.

And it would start all over again – the clean up, the get ready for school/work the next day. He would get home late, and we would spend what little family time we had before bedtime.

Pre-lockdown, I left the house. I was more social. I was busier.

Today… well I worked from home. Same.

Baby girl slept in ’til 11am. 11! She did like one homeschool task while I worked, and when I finished for the day…

We headed up to the balcony. We had our coffee/babycino break, in her words, to “enjoy the last day of Autumn.”

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I defrosted outside.

Downstairs, still home. Washed two sinks worth of dishes as I helped her with more homework.

After that, I edited a story for a competition. She played on her ipad before getting called out by the neighbours’ kids, and then proceeded to yell over the fence with them until it got dark.

Hubbie didn’t have basketball. Things have been cancelled. Like the swimming. Like school.

Everything.

I prepared dinner slowly.

After we ate, we worked out this maths symbol challenge together, and then as I cleaned up, listened to Hubbie and baby girl do a crossword together.

Sure, we can’t go out, or do the things we used to do.

But we’ve been able to relax a bit. Stay together more. Slow it down a lot.

I will take the bad, but I will also take the good. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

#1930 Lockdown food

Lockdown ain’t much different than a Winter’s night.

I don’t know. It just felt like, same-same to me today.

And though it isn’t Winter yet, we’ve gotten PLENTY of previews lately. We were planning on staying in tonight anyway, so when lockdown was announced, we just upped our Saturday cook-at-home plans, and put on the heater.

I made some vanilla muffins during the day from the Rachael Finch program…

I pimp these up with bits of chocolate, because make these healthy treats a little more ‘family-friendly’ that’s why, and also we have enough chocolate from Easter to last us ’til Santa comes around again.

And at night, I made a recipe I had bookmarked, perhaps last lockdown? LOL.

Marion Grasby’s Hoisin Beef Noodles

Now this, OMG. Droooool.

That is all.

The longer we are in iso, the longer I’ll just make more recipes, read and write more, and clean the house more in a mad frenzy (OK that one not so much, but a little more ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ)

#1904 Looking back in time

Life has been so busy lately. So busy, that we’ve forgotten a lot of who we are.

May has come around too fast. And another Monday, come and gone.

It was only last week when I went “damn. That came fast.”

Our ‘special’ day.

Not having the time to celebrate when you’re ‘meant to’ does not mean jack.

Take the commercial days, of Valentine’s Day, hell even throw in Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.

They’re all the same.

We’re told as a society that we have to do something, we must do something to celebrate it, show off for social media, friends and family…

It is lovely to celebrate, appreciate loved ones in our life, and I’m not saying that I don’t do it, personally…

But you should celebrate your special people, ALL THE DAYS of your life. Not just when the catalogues and ads tell you too.

Same as for other days.

Days like, an anniversary. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

Our anniversary fell on a Monday this year. Work, school, swimming, groceries, phone calls, emails, basketball game, routine routine routine… it was all too much. It was a fairly uneventful day, and that’s ok, because we share our love for each other on other days, in other ways, and it doesn’t really matter if it’s not on this EXACT day.

I’m not trying to convince myself, honest. ๐Ÿ˜‚ In fact, we are going out tomorrow night, and going away for a couple of nights soon too.

Let there be love on all the days. Let there be hugs, kisses, displays of affection, cards and presents, snuggles and all kinds of lovey-dovey things, on all the days.

Not just when it is deemed special, by society, by milestone, or by date.

I had a really lovely night… sans Hubbie. He was out playing basketball.

Baby girl and I had dinner together, then we sat on the couch and she read school books to me.

Then we watched Masterchef, and we never watch Masterchef. ๐Ÿ˜‚

Hubbie came home, and then eventually we sat on the couch as a family, to do one special thing together, something small to highlight our ‘special’ day…

We looked through our official photos. ๐Ÿ˜

Baby girl and I put on the special photo gloves, and she helped me leaf through the pages, as we all reminisced, and she learnt and discovered.

And I couldn’t have thought of a better way to end the night.

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#1848 The beachside market

It was grey, and even drizzly as we left the house, but that wasn’t going to stop us.

Neither did it affect the herds of people walking blocks and blocks to get to the Mt Martha South Beach Market today.

It’s a beautiful little beachside market with great water views, a real village feel, and baby girl and I wandered about, smelling this, touching that, ooh-ing and ahh-ing as required, and then also…

EATING THIS.

You know those spiral spuds that you find at any kind of outdoor, food truck dependant event? Baby girl loves those. As soon as she saw there were food trucks, she was suddenly hungry, and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.

We walked around some more before I caved in. Hell, even I wanted a spiral-y spud.

We took our skewered potato and sat on a bit of a hill, not even facing the market behind us… because the view in front was so much better.

So much of my days are spent trying to get as much done as possible… ticking things off my list, running from one task to the next…

But here, we just sat. I moved all else from my mind. Felt the damp grass on my butt. Slight sprinkling of water on my head.

It was a lovely moment. ๐Ÿ’–

#1842 Here I am

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like you didn’t sit down ALL DAY for downtime?

As busy as life gets, I usually find myself having some kind of rest, couch time, if only for 30 minutes at the end of the night.

But t’s 11:04pm as of my writing this and only just minutes ago did I sit down!

But, here I am.

And I am happy for that. ๐Ÿ˜Š

You know, I really try not to be all “glad the day is over.” I try to appreciate things in every day (as you may well know with this blog!)

But sometimes you are glad that you got through, and survived it.

Phew.

Here I am.

#1833 Plum dumplings

I’m like a bull.

Sometimes I get a thought in my head, and I just charge, straight for the target.

Nothing can stop me. No one can distract me.

I won’t be satisfied until I’ve done what I set out to do.

That’s what happened today as I went to prepare, “Knedle.”

Otherwise known as ‘dumplings’ with plums.

I had seen an interesting recipe some time ago, and then when my parents picked all the plums off their trees in their old house before they moved, well we had an abundance of plums, didn’t we…

And I thought, wouldn’t it be great to make this traditional recipe, using homemade plums?

My parents plums?

I HAD TO.

Today, through much effort, I got these done.

I am now satisfied, but I tell you, sooo tired. I feel like I didn’t stop. On a day when I was catching up on so much already, then I started making this time-consuming dish, now I’m just like –

DONE.

I have dessert to last me all week. If anyone wants to swing by, you know what you’ll be eating. ๐Ÿคฃ

#1830 Me time, beach time

At least once a year, I try to do a beach visit ON MY LONESOME.

You might think that is soooo easy living by the beach and all… but let me explain.

I am a Mum, so I have Mum duties. Baby girl has to be at school.

I am a wife, so I have wife duties. Hubbie has to be at work.

I do everything else around the house, so like, it has to be a chore ‘light’ day…

I work, so it needs to be a work free day.

We live in Melbourne, so we need to have good weather…

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AND if all of THAT wasn’t enough, we are living in the time of corona, so we need Dan to let us go to the beach!

Phew. That’s a long list.

Can you see why I only aim for once a year?

Maybe in due time, more solo visits will be possible. Maybe yes, maybe no.

All I know is, I chilled for an hour or two…

read a book…

dipped my toes into the warm water…

let the sun beat down on me…

and closed my eyes to the swirl of waves, wind and little kids squealing around me.

The sound was so full. But my mind was so peaceful. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ–

#1805 Reasons why I love living near the beach no. 3

I feel like all my ‘reasons why I love the beach’ posts have to do with the same thing – convenience.

But it is soooo true.

Today, after the Saturday we’d had, we all kinda couldn’t be stuffed doing anything. Even baby girl didn’t jump when immediately presented with the beach idea.

But realistically, with work and school starting this week, as well as that highly predictable unpredictable Melbourne weather, today was the only good day we could go.

We said an hour, tops.

The water was so nice. The air was still, and so the refreshing water was a beautiful contrast to the warm, humid atmosphere.

It may have even been 50 minutes… and then we were home again. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

#1789 Beach playdate

After what’s been a few really mixed up weeks of weather (like I’m surprised with Melbourne and all๐Ÿ™„) baby girl and I headed over to the beach today.

But it wasn’t just us: it was a PLAY DATE.

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Why it’s taken this long to organise play time with someone from her school, I do not know.

Oh, that’s right… LIFE. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

It was so adorable as they first saw each other, and hugged warmly. Awww, just tugs at your heart strings.

And then as the day progressed, we saw one lot of school friends arrive…

And then some more! It was a mini reunion, and me and the other Mum were laughing how it was hard to recognise one another, since we were out of our usual school drop-off/pick-up environment…

With so little clothes! ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ‘™

As much as there are tourists abound in our town this time of year, it’s just as heartening to know a lot of us locals rule the neighbourhood roosts too.

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