#1757 Capping off a great weekend

After so long of seeing no one, it feels like this weekend we have seen everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

Actually I lie, there are still loads of people to see… see, I’m so used to not being social that I’m forgetting about who we actually used to interact with.

So many people.

Today was a great day to finish off a really full, exciting, loving and happy weekend. It was my nephew’s 15th birthday, and can I just say, I think all Sundays should include…

Cake

Drinks

Family

Love

Celebrations.

That is ALL. That’s not a hard list, right?

Yep. All you really need is LOVE.

#1716 Day 218 of getting there: getting better, in 3s

Victoria got some great news today.

Finally, a light. πŸ’‘

Things will be reopening from this Wednesday!

That was something really great to lighten the day.

On another more personal note… I bit the bullet.

I took a step today, made an important decision to move my life forward.

It hasn’t been easy, but I am finally HERE. I am finally here at the point where I’m done with the bullshit, and I’m ready to get rid of the fear and just jump into the deep end.

There are life rafts anyway.

But, on the surface, more widely and publicly… I am also grateful for Hubbie’s birthday. Clearly, things are not normal AS YET, so it was a very low-key birthday for him, especially since he was working…

We even got a small, low-key cake.

But, like with these last 7 months…

WE’LL MAKE UP FOR IT.

Low-key or not, the cake was kinda perfect. Exactly what we needed, just for us.

Can you see the cheeky monkey in the background, eyeing it off? 🀨

Hmmm. 🀣

#1715 Day 217 of getting there: Sunday coffee, cake and old tunes

3pm is coffee time in our household.

The sky was grey, the clouds were several. Wisps of rain occasionally flew down on the ground outside.

I looked out the window, and strands of a song from long ago wafted into my head.

Soon, I had rain coming through the stereo, and someone was crying a river.

Or, singing about one. πŸ˜‰

I left the rest of the album on, Justified it was. An album I listened to SO much as a young adult. Also, one that I haven’t listened to in years…

And yet, I found myself belting out the lyrics, every breath, every “ooh,” every gasp, because it was engrained in me.

As the music filled the house, it put me in a truly happy state, and I sipped my coffee, ate my amazing apple cake, and everything felt really good.

Finding new ways to distract myself, and get there, EVERY SINGLE DAY.

#1645 Day 147 of getting there: The Iso birthdays

I was really surprised to reach the end of today, and find that I felt…

Sad. Bittersweet.

The exact same way I feel after we have one of our big birthday parties.

Only this year was different, right?

What was different…

Firstly, no family, no friends, NO ONE. Just us.

No celebratory birthday outing.

Hmmm….

That’s about it.

What was the same though?

The food. We ate most of the day, and felt absolutely stuffed by it all!

The drinks. I went a little ‘woo!’ in my head.

The presents.

(Even Mister F was amazed there was a present hiding up there!)

The cakes. The candles.

The music. Freddie! Dancing.

The surprises… for both of us.

The love and well wishes that came from everywhere.

I have to say, my family and friends made sure we felt the love today.

During such a weird time in our lives, when we are going through celebrations and momentous life events without so much as a peep on the radar as to its significance, the people around me reminded us today that we are loved, we are remembered, and also…

That we WILL party really really really really HARD when this passes!

And so, it comes as no surprise that I would be feeling sad it was all over.

It was actually, still, a really lovely day. πŸ₯°

Everyone was far… but I felt the love.

We felt the love. πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

#1634 Day 136 of getting there: sweet things

It was one sweet thing after another today. πŸ’–

I finally made the Nigella cake I’ve been meaning to make for the last two weeks. It’s a lemon polenta cake, and when I went to make it originally, I realised I was missing one key ingredient.

The POLENTA.

Fast forward to today, and I finished the deliciously sugary and citrusy dessert, eagerly waiting to dig into it for coffee time in the afternoon.

And afterwards as I went to casually check the mail… I found another sweet thing.

A sweet surprise… a letter from bestie!

But not for me. For baby girl.

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I showed her and she opened it, stunned, but also so happy. Her Dad helped her read it… stories about bestie and her hubbie at home, their gorgeous dog, and questions asking baby girl if she was missing school, and what her favourite song was? (That answer in itself is a whole essay!)

It was the sweetest of gestures to baby girl, and yet in some way, it probably meant a whole lot more to her parents. πŸ’•

Coffee time came, and the cake was sickly sweet! But really moist and nom nom nom too.

I think Hubbie will be taking pieces to his work mates this week, because let’s face it, we ain’t seeing anyone else to help us with it!

But I will be sure to share the sweetness again, when this is all over.

All in all, a pretty sweet day. πŸ˜‰

#1476 Together again

I don’t think I realised just how much I missed them all, until I saw them all today.

I’m talking about my family… my WHOLE family.

Cousins, aunties, uncles, kids, people who aren’t my blood technically but who I still faithfully call “cousin.”

And making it sweeter, having my parents, and sis and bro-in-law in the mix.

Age, gender, cultural ethnicity… it’s all irrelevant. We all blend and merge seamlessly into one. I talk to my younger cousins as easily as I do with my uncles, or the 3 year-old birthday girl.

We are all in such different stages of life, and it makes catch-ups like tonight that much more interesting. Either someone is plowing through work, looking for work, or thinking of finishing up work. Some are raising young kids, others teens, while others still are free now that their brood are independent of them.

Some are retired, enjoying the good life in the garden.

Some holiday a couple times a year.

Some are dreaming of their next holiday (um, us? πŸ˜‚)

We get along, but we also argue. We shit-stir, and we agree to disagree.

And although there’s so much separating our very specific and individual lives, there’s one major factor unifying us all.

And that’s family.

We were together for a kid’s birthday today. And not ‘kid’s birthday’ in the literal sense… although there was rainbow cake, pink balloons, dress-ups and a jumping castle…

But there was so much noise. Rowdiness. Gee we can be f$#&ing loud! Anyone passing by outside would be forgiven in thinking it was anything but a kid’s birthday party.

We are passionate, yet we still have our problems. Health problems, kid problems, work problems and just generally, LIFE problems.

We share all this to lighten our load, then we smile. Eat some cake and drink some wine.

Go home full in our bellies and our hearts.

Because we are family.

And gee, I missed them. ❀

 

 

 

 

#1423 Christmas and cake

Not only was today great to celebrate our second Christmas…

But it was doubly great to end on a birthday.

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And THIS cake, was the absolute bomb.

I will not rest until I make this myself.

A sweet, to end a pretty sweet day with Hubbie’s family?

Why, you know I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.

It’s true. πŸŽ„πŸ°β€

#1384 The best day for a kids party

Parents, HOLD YOUR HORSES.

I have now discovered the best day and time of week to hold a kids birthday party.

I know, because I went to one myself… this afternoon.

Friday afternoon. ;););)

At first when I got the invite I was like “Friday? Okay…”

But then the idea grew on me. Sure it was soon after they finished school. Sure, it meant we had to quickly change/snack/get ready before said-birthday party.

And sure, all the fairy bread/lollies/cake/sugar they ingested meant they would have no kind of normal dinner at all when they got home later…

But it is Friday after all peeps.

You know why a Friday afternoon birthday party is so good?

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Kids are already in the swing of it. Sure it’s the end of the week, but starting it so soon after the school day has done means that they just keep going on and on and on.

Don’t worry that they can’t keep going. They will keep going for cake alright.

Then, they come home pooped, high as a kite… not on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, in effect either ruining the rest of the day/weekend and setting themselves for a massive sugar downer as they soon start the school week again…

No. They come home on a Friday evening, RUINED, and then…

Sleep it off.

And then the weekend begins the next morning.

Brilliant.

Kids are happy and have a full weekend. Parents are even more happy as they don’t need to sacrifice their precious and limited weekend time to drive their kids to a party, because we all know once they come home they are manic from high-energy games, candy and madness, meaning they will do their own thing and be quite frankly, a nightmare.

But this all gets slept away after a Friday afternoon.

(I’m not saying I’m going to do this for baby girl but I still think it’s fantastic).

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#1280 Unicorns and face painting for grown-ups

Because acting like a kid is fun, let’s face it.

And when you are at a kids party, you are given full licence pretty much to act like a child.

Eat lollies.

Encourage play.

Play pin the horn on the unicorn.

Get painted.

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I was thoroughly impressed at the number of adults who went glittery and crazy for baby girl’s birthday party today. I looked up, and sitting in the make up chair more often than not were adults, both men and women alike!

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And of course there had to be cake. I was very happy with my β€˜creative efforts,’ and baby girl was rapt, so let’s be honest all I needed was that ok…

But if I ever meet Rosanna Pansino, American YouTube cake-making sensation, with a 2 billion audience, I will tell her –

β€œMy buttercream did NOT spread so easy!”

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It tasted good though!

#1212 Coffee seclusion

We did nearly nothing today, on this long weekend Queen’s Birthday holiday. Zilch. Zero.

And we definitely needed it.

Ok so we did go to the supermarket. We needed food after all. And sure, I washed some clothes…

Sang happy birthday to my sister LOUDLY over the phone.

We ate.

But then, nada.

Nothing.

It was soon coffee time (3pm or thereabouts) and Hubbie was napping on the couch… doing, that’s right, NOTHING.

I made a coffee for myself and a babycino for baby girl. We were going to sit near Hubbie and have our drinks and some leftover birthday treats from Sis’ big birthday… but then I was like –

“nah.”

Instead, we went upstairs. To my bedroom. Some privacy for baby girl and me, and quiet for him.

‘Girl time,’ I called it. Even our cat Mister F was not allowed.

We sat on the floor looking outside. With nothing to distract us. No TV. No music. No noise. Just us. Baby girl proceeded to tell me what I should put in her lunchbox tomorrow. We talked about the party, and cake.

Then we lay on my bed, all cuddled up.

Doing absolutely nothing. And yet, my soul filled up, with EVERYTHING.

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