#665 Sunday family day and realigning

I could be grateful that we spent a good portion of the day shopping, and got a bit more of our Christmas list ticked off… but with all that has been happening with life lately, the busyness, the reality and the true meaning of it, I just ain’t feeling the grateful shopping vibe.

Another day, maybe. Today, it feels too materialistic for the realisations that the day brought us. And maybe, I’m sick of spending so much $$$ in the festive lead-up.

Instead, I had the best time after we got home. We had driven home in the sunny sunshine, and then spent the afternoon not doing so much. In line with this relaxed vibe we got some charcoal chicken, but maybe also (ahem, HUGELY) due to the fact that our kitchen is still a W.I.P.

I had so much on my mind, and laid it all out to Hubbie.

We decided in a change of plans. We have been discussing a simpler, easier, more stress-free, carefree and happier life for about week now, but it was decided for sure tonight, that that WAS going to happen.

Life is short. We are only here once. We plan so much for the future, and often, things change so much. We need to be willing to adapt, roll with the punches, and attune ourselves to our environment in order to survive.

What we were sure of years ago, we are now not so. So we are changing. I am grateful for the relaxed Sunday vibes that allowed us to get to that place, and I am happy that my husband is also in the same ‘place,’ as I am.

Super-duper important in ANY relationship.

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Photo by Jordan Ladikos on Unsplash

 

 

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#663 Work ‘do’ doughnut joy

Anyone that knows me, knows I have a soft spot for doughnuts.

I’ve written about them a bit too, both here and here, as well as in MANY other posts.

So when I went to my work Christmas party tonight, and saw all the different varieties of free booze…

Hmmm, yeah. I expected as much.

What about the buffet style food layout that required plates (all we’ve had is finger food for years).

Oh, that’s different.

What about the special espresso martinis and mojitos?

Ooooh! Interesting.

The circus-tent like venue?

Very cool.

What about…

A doughnut food truck.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

I headlined it over there with my work colleague as fast as I could.

This was amazing.

This was incredible.

This was legendary.

We waited about 15 minutes in a small queue before we got to choose from 3 amazing and mouth-watering doughnut combinations.

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Drool Drool Drool

Do I really need to tell you which one I ordered?

And then… the MOMENT.

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Can I say, that they were amazing. So soft, warm and fresh, with the melted and warm Nutella swimming around them and sticking to the roof of my mouth in the most deliciously insane way.

OH MY GOD.

Sorry I don’t think you got that.

OH MY GOD.

Best work surprise EVER.

Work winning 🙂

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#662 Kinder days no. 5

When you have 5 hours to spare after dropping off your child at kinder, Christmas shopping becomes a WHOLE lot easier.

That’s where I headed today after giving baby girl a hug and a kiss before doing the excited stroll out the kindergarten door. To be able to shop alone, is bliss. To be able to do Christmas shopping alone, is well…

even better.

It was great in that I was able to tick more items off my list, have good and long hard thinking processes about others without a certain 4 year-old taking up all my time and attention… oh, and then there was Kmart.

I had a few things to look at in there, and thought to myself casually when I first walked in ‘I shouldn’t need a basket.’

I shouldn’t need a basket. Like geez. The question should’ve rather been ‘do I need a trolley?’

Luckily for me common-sense and past experience prevailed, and I got a basket, which half an hour later looked like this:

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I headed to the registers QUICKLY before I found something else I had to have, and have to convert to one of those pull-along baskets, when I saw something very, very important.

Only the day before was I talking about the Christmas Wishing Tree appeal with a group of women. As we spoke about how great of an idea it was, and how the presents went to less fortunate children and people, I realised that this year I would definitely do it. Each year I genuinely have wanted to, but opportunity and remembering to actually do it, as well as being near a Kmart about December-time, meant I never did.

I didn’t realise how soon the opportunity would present itself.

I bought a dress-up kit for a fellow 4 year old girl, and wrote that it was from my baby girl. I was actually teary as I headed over to the tree and placed the gift down, thinking

how fortunate are we to be able to buy presents for one another and give?

AND

how sad is it that there are people out there that do not celebrate Christmas like we do?

It was a sobering and humbling thought. There are those who cannot afford gifts. They are in life situations, dire ones, that are out of their control, and that they have little power over, and all they can do is watch those around them celebrate the most joyous time of the year.

I always figure: if I can buy presents for those I love, and things for myself, surely I can spare $20 here or there to give to someone in need?

I do this throughout the year when I can, extending a charitable hand to various organisations. But the thread becomes prevalent at Christmas-time, where we pointedly send off letters to organisations that have struck a chord with us, or who are doing work in a field that we feel needs more help and support.

Some people think Christmas is about getting presents. The real meaning of Christmas is to give, and to give with your heart and soul, thankfully and humbly and with gratitude.

So today I am grateful. I am grateful that I was able to get some personal Christmas shopping done for my friends and family. But I am most grateful that someone I don’t know, whose face I won’t see on Christmas morning, will open up a dress-up set and smile gleefully, giving a silent thanks that somehow, through some way, despite all of life’s hardships, the true spirit of Christmas is still alive in their hearts.

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#659 Setting up the Tree – 4 year old Baby Girl edition

Ok, enough tears and doom and gloom and all round SAP.

I woke today, with determination. ZEST. And most importantly…

Festive Spirit. Because it was the 4th day of December, and this most greatest lover of Christmas did not have her Christmas tree up and decorated!

The insanity.

In my defence, I did BEGIN last week when it was late-November, when I laid down the foundations to the main tree, and baby girl’s tree…

You see, I take hours, even days to get it all done properly – because, OCD. I set up the basis, the branches first. And then I go back to lights, decorations, and then there is a condition known as Perfect Ornament Placement Disorder…. yep.

And then I decorate the house. Banners, Christmas paraphernalia, little lights, Santas in all forms… I am NOT like those people who post their trees on facebook. They have one tree in the corner of their living room with some tinsel and three kinds of same-shaped baubles in varying colours from the same 20 pack box they bought at Kmart.

No. The Christmas decorating is an artform. The Christmas decorating is a tradition. The Christmas decorating, is an experience.

So today in true festive spirit, I donned the traditional Christmas decorating hat (really just a Santa hat but it’s become the norm now) and put on SIA’s latest Christmas album (by the by, AMAZING) and got cracking.

I must admit, the hat got in the way as I was winding the lights around the tree, and for all of 5 seconds I removed it… and then I asked myself “do you like Christmas, or are you a scrooge?” and I put the hat back on, irritating or NOT.

Then some more SIA vibes wore off on me as I went on decorating

until it was baby girl’s turn. See I had the most fabulous idea months earlier, when lo and behold in said Kmart (I never said they weren’t good) I came across a mini Christmas tree… and the Christmas lover in me, clapped her hands excitedly and with much joy at the prospect of a special tree just for baby girl’s room.

I didn’t need to encourage or convince her, AT ALL.

So we got cracking on her one too. I already had some baubles I don’t use anymore (i.e. I got over-excited one year as all Christmas-mad people do, and bought too many baubles before deciding on my Christmas tree colour scheme… yep, the colours are super important) and as well as some other special pieces and a bauble she picked the other day from the shops, she got to it. (She had to wear ‘the hat too… for all of 2 minutes it lasted).

When she was done, I said “baby girl stand next to the tree.”

NEXT TO.

This:

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She cracks me up.

Once a couple of hours had passed, I was fairly pleased with our efforts.

Never mind the house is a complete pig-sty and our fridge is in our lounge room because LONG DRAWN OUT KITCHEN RENOS, but who’s mad, frustrated, pissed off? NOT ME NOT ME NOT ME.

No, we are festive and Christmas-ready, and that’s ALL that matters.

 

#657 A Wiggly Christmas ’17

I’ve come to learn to appreciate a happy moment, because you never know when it will be your last.

Don’t take it for granted, or expect it to always be there. I have matured into this thought, more so after having a child of my own. Moments are fleeting, both good and bad, and when something is good, take stock and hold on and say “thank you.”

Whether it is a milestone, a meeting, a happy coincidence, an event, or a concert… I try to be mindful, aware, and grateful.

And, I’ve been thankful the last couple of years for mine and my sister’s little Wiggly tradition with our kids…

Although the last time we caught up in ol’ Franga-town, it was early in the year and a more intimate ‘do,’ this was the second time that we had gone together to see the Wiggles do their traditional Christmas BIG show, and despite seeing them already so many times before, if it were at all possible, our kids were more excited, with more dancing, more singing, and more smiles than ever before.

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I always wonder ‘when will it grow old?’ ‘when will they move onto other things?’

‘When will we grow tired of the same old ‘Hot Potatoes?”

The answer is below. Because we found it the most amazing of coincidences (which I don’t believe in!) that we both arrived in the arena, through the same door, at the exact same time with only a few people in between us, and when we got back to our cars parked in a multi-level thousand car capacity car park, we found our vehicles positioned directly opposite from each other.

If you know the capacity of these end-of-year Wiggles shows, you will understand the insane slim chances of that happening, TWICE.

And so, I think our kids have as much chance of getting sick of the Wondrous Wagging Wiggles anytime soon, as we have of losing our Sixth Sisterly Senses.

So sis, get comfy with your mashed bananas and cold spaghetti. 😉

Toot toot, chugga chugga.

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#647 Chaddy shopping day no.5 AND Kitchen W.I.P…

I am so excited about many things that happened today, so like the inability to pick your favourite child, I must be grateful for them ALL.

We had a brilliant day shopping at Chadstone. I am on leave from work, so it was Hubbie, baby girl and I all together, all day.

Our visit was punctuated by several coffee breaks

and then surprisingly successful shopping, with an overall fantastic mood from all of us topping it off.

Not only did we get more Christmas presents to tick off the list (it is still November so this is brilliant), but we bought Christmas presents that we didn’t plan to or expect to get, because of the difficulty of getting the right one for the receiver…

Winning!

And a successful shopping day just isn’t complete without presents for yourself:

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I was ecstatic to get the advent candle from kikki.K that I somehow missed out on last year as it sold out way too early, and along with that got our family calendar for next year, the one I can never live without, which I have written about multiple times, and here.

Secondly, I gave Hubbie a generous heads up and ‘get-out-of-jail-free’ card when I told him he could buy me almost anything from kikki.K for Christmas and I would love it.

5 minutes later and he was asking me to kindly leave the store because he had seen some things he could get me…

Be with a guy for 17 years and he still needs prompts on what to buy you. Sigh.

But still…

Winning :):):)

And then of course we got the SIA Christmas CD, because I would play Christmas songs in October if Hubbie didn’t hang crap on me for it, and also, it’s further prep for her concert next week…

Lastly the book I found for myself, which I think is fabulous, as even though I don’t have instagram, I plan on creating an account for my writing profile, and there are beneficial tips in the book that are relevant for ALL social media users trying to get heard.

As if all that wasn’t enough joy and happiness (let’s not forget the Hokkaidos I took home with me!), then we came home at the end of our long day, after handing over the keys to the kitchen guys at the beginning of the day in what was kitchen demolition/removal day, and we found this:

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!!! It is only a W.I.P pic and so may not look like much to many, BUT LET ME TELL YOU, this blank white empty shell of a kitchen canvas looks better than the brown 80s outdated kitchen we had before it! When I eventually post before and afters, you will see what I mean.

The excitement Hubbie and I had in discovering our kitchen like this, being re-born…

I can’t deal. Too much gratitude for one day.

No not really. Give me more 🙂

#635 KK 2017 edition

Why is it that we wait for an occasion to catch up with those we love?

…with those we can’t get a word in with because the conversation is flowing?

…with those that when ones laughs, so do the rest?

…and when one tears, the others follow suit?

…with those who have been there for far too long?

…with those who know us, inside and out?

Tonight, a tad early in November, me and my high school friends caught up for our annual KK catch up. I wish I remembered the year we started doing this, and who suggested it, and what I got that year and what I bought for someone else… but it has been happening for a WHILE.

Life is busy. We have partners. Kids. Jobs. Responsibilities. Being able to match our schedules with each others is a feat in itself, but with old friends, it shouldn’t be a job… it should be a necessity.

Because it is calming. It releases happy chemicals. You purge. You let out your frustrations. You share funny anecdotes. Like tonight, the top stories were:

Silly husbands

Gorged breasts of breastmilk

“Kids say the darndest things!”

12 year old huskies

Roses

Insane concert tickets prices, and finally –

Meat on steroids

All perfectly NORMAL things to discuss with your besties.

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It was a terrific night, and I love my PA pjs, because you can never have too much Peter Alexander.

“I have too much Peter Alexander!”

SAID NO GIRL EVER.

And a pat on the back for me, as I totally rocked the KK I got for my friend.

Score!

It made me realise a lot of life truths, and the biggest one being, the longer you are friends with someone, the harder it is to separate yourself from them.

And I don’t want to separate myself from these girls, EVER.

And we sure as hell don’t need a reason, like Christmas (though it is a bloody good one!) to make an effort to catch up.

Catching up to see each other is an event in itself.

Happy early Christmas, peeps :):):)