A few weeks ago when we were at the beach, the ice cream van rocked up.
Playing its ice cream music melody, LOUDLY, from the car park, like a good 300 metres away… from across the water, across the sand.
We watched it eagerly for about 15 seconds, before deciding, to hell with it.
It was close to dinnertime… but we wanted ice cream!
Baby girl and I started heading over to our bags to grab some money and hail the driver down.
We hadn’t even reached dry sand… we were still in shallow waters, when we saw the van reverse…
And then drive off.
He had been there all of 2 minutes! Give people a chance to walk over! Geez!
My ice cream van desire had been ignited. It was well and truly, LIT.
Well, fast forward to today. Today after school to be precise. We had a little catch-up, a little playdate with baby girl and her friend (because they don’t see each other enough at school), and situated on the side of the park we visited, was a van.
The ice cream van!
Well guess what we did?
You know which one mine is? The choc nut. There is nothing better than vanilla ice cream dipped in chocolate, then having nuts sprinkled all over it…. YUM YUM YUM.
And I’m pretty sure this is the same ice cream van that ran away from us the other day…
Oh, those good ol’ days. Where there was such hope for Valentine’s Day. So much promise.
That young girl, in love, looked forward to it EAGERLY, and had to organise a pressie for her fussier-than-normal then boyfriend, and she sure as hell expected a great one in return (yet she never would have admitted it out loud, SHHH).
Those days are LOOOOOONNNNGGGGGG gone.
Valentine’s Day is so much more fun and satisfying when you don’t expect ANYTHING. Like seriously, nothing.
Which is why when Hubbie got me flowers after finishing work yesterday, I was beyond chuffed.
Why yesterday, not today? Because he was coming from work, and they have the best flowers. 🤷♀️
It wasn’t just the red roses, or the chocolate heart though. What wins my heart every time, is when he does this:
He gets a little something for baby girl. 😍😍
A rose. A heart chocolate. By him showing her love and attention, it’ll hopefully set the bar for the type of man that she’ll expect later on in life…
Not someone who buys her gifts. Rather, someone who shows her love through action. Someone who shows respect, and love, and appreciation for who she is.
We stopped worrying about Valentine’s Day gifts a long time ago. And it’s certainly not for a lack of love.
I love him more today than I did when we first met, and yet all he gets from me is a card.
Rather, we go with the flow.
Feel like a big night? Sure, get some Moet.
Feel like going out for a meal? Let’s use the day as an excuse and go to our fave local.
Working on V-Day? Oh well, I’ll cook your fave steak.
Been a crap couple of weeks? Here’s some chocolate to cheer you.
You really shouldn’t pay heed to the expectations and commercialisation of the day… but if you want to go all out, then by all means take the horse by the reigns and GALLOP!
But if you don’t, that’s also perfectly fine. A loving relationship will likely have many more meaningful and sentimental days between the two people, that aren’t listed on the calendar.
If you read my other postyou will know I had A SHIT DAY.
But we’ll try keep that drama away from this page, being all appreciation-central and all.
Trying to keep my chin up this afternoon after my work shift, I did that thing we try not to do, when we’re being all sensible and wanting to use things up in order as we open them…
I opened up a gourmet chocolate block… but we already had chocolate open.
I had to. Like I said already, SHIT day, and there was this chocolate block I had been eyeing for a couple of weeks in the pantry.
I opened it… and it was delicious.
If you see this in your local supermarket, do yourself a favour and get one! It had a dark chocolate tinge to it, and with its luxuriantly silky chocolatey-ness, and the flakes of coconut, I had to have 3 squares.
It was that kind of day.
But, the squares are super thin, and those 3 squares probably equate to like, 1 and a half Cadbury squares, so really I should have had 4…
Then, to work off my anger add to my happiness, baby girl and I ran around the block, and I took photos of the only rose in our front yard… the sunset… shit like that, to lift my mood.
I mean, they called it a ‘device free’ day. That meant that they had given us a an activity sheet to download earlier, which we could work off with our kids, and give them a much-needed break from doing so much on their devices.
Basically, it was a BS day.
We looked at the sheet after my work shift, and baby girl was like “nah.”
I let it be. I mean, she was meant to go back in only days anyway. Playing pretend hairdresser or making up a dinner menu, well missing that kind of activity wasn’t going to really affect her schooling life.
Unbeknownst to her I had checked out the list in advance, and decided to surprise her with something else…
A treasure hunt!
Yep, a treasure hunt was on the list, so I took the idea by the reigns and steered it in my direction. I made a rough sketch of our ground floor, and started thinking of places to hide little notes to help her around the house, to find the ultimate goal…
Chocolate, LOL what else?
So we did it after dinner, and seriously, she loved it.
No more seriously… Hubbie and I loved it more than she did. 😉
And when she found the chocolate, she was rapt… only to take a bite of the gourmet strawberry speckled chocolate heart Hubbie had bought home from his work, and go –
“It has a funny taste.”
So she got a plain one instead, oh well. We do these fun things for our kids, these special things, and what do we get…
Fun for us instead. And memories. Memories for us all. 🙂
I paused, hesitating over this small thing that was clearly homemade. Something had been tied up in a small plastic bag, and I did not know WHAT it could be.
“Come over here! Check this out!”
Hubbie was about to go back to work from lunch, but came back from his car to peer inside the mailbox.
“Oh, someone has just given something…” he pulled it out, and it was this small parcel, with a note.
My heart, melted.
“To all our service road neighbours,
A lock down
Hi, hope you are all well
The neighbours at 840 had gifted all of us with little chocolates! It was the smallest, yet the sweetest gift (no pun intended), just a little memento to say hey, we’re here, and also a reminder that we are all in this together.
Alone and isolated in our homes, but together in spirit.
I have no idea who they are, but I am committed to returning the surprise with baby girl, very soon. ♥
So, I have NEVER coloured my hair on my own, at home, alone.
That statement suggests that I may have coloured my hair at home, but in the company of someone else… and that is totally right. Years and years ago I had bestie do it for me, before baby girl entered the picture, and I am pretty sure it was during my “save money/I can do that” phase.
But only I wasn’t actually doing it… bestie was.
Fast forward to several years later, and now Coronavirus is making me dye my hair at home, properly alone.
Let’s just stop to think about that for a moment. The isolation caused by this virus is making people look within themselves to build things, create things, change things, and be inventive in ways they never imagined they would, or could.
Although it’s not a situation anyone of us want to be in… there’s something exciting and thrilling about that thought. The thought of all of us looking within ourselves to make something in our lives happen, to make something in our lives better.
Look, I love my hairdresser, and I will happily go back to them after all this is over.
But I totally smashed the hair colouring tonight.
I couldn’t wait until this isolation blew over, no I sure as hell couldn’t. As it was I was scheduled for my hair appointment the weekend when the virus crisis started to peak… and so I ended up cancelling.
Regrowth and split ends galore. I could deal with the split ends indefinitely, but the regrowth was NOT TO MY LIKING AT ALL.
You know what colour I picked? Bittersweet chocolate. I told Hubbie I picked it because I liked the name and said it suited me at this phase of my life, and he said that sounded just like me, ha ha.
Things are bitter at the moment, but I always try to remain sweet.
And who doesn’t want their hair the colour of dessert?
My T2 delivery arrived today. I have been out of Melbourne Breakfast Tea for weeksnow. I ordered that, alongside some new chai (smells heavenly) and a cute little surprise bunny mug for baby girl… her new fave. 🙂
But the surprise came from sis and family. Because from them, we received an Easter package, filled with chocolate, activities for baby girl, Easter miscellaneous items, and most importantly LOVE.
There is nothing quite like filling the current monotony of life, with online deliveries, surprises, and love. ♥♥♥