#641 Dancing in the kitchen with my loves part 7

You are doing incredible at life, when you can turn the most mediocre of chores, into something to look forward to.

Taking washing the dishes for example.

I don’t mind washing the dishes all too much. Like, I don’t dream about it or anything, but I certainly don’t go “Ugh! Another fork! Damn you cutlery!” when I have to wash something.

That’s Hubbie. But even he has gotten used to the sometimes mundane duties of life, and has found a way around this…

He connects his phone to YouTube, then turns on the portable speakerand BOOM! Instant concert in the kitchen as he is washing the dishes. He is singing, even dancing (YES, dancing), and then baby girl will join in, as the dishes stay dirty in the sink.

He calls it balance.

Tonight, I cottoned on to this. I was doing the dishes, and likewise hooked up the phone online so I could pump out some old 80s tunes. I was in an old-school kinda mood, starting at Wet Wet Wet, then YouTube suggested some Savage Garden, and I was pondering how the duo did so bloody well in so little a time and then virtually disappeared, when another song I’ve been meaning to play to Hubbie sprung into my mind.

Jon Bon. Man he looks fine in the clip. No wonder women were losing their minds (and panties) for him so many decades ago.

The moment in question that I wanted Hubbie to listen to was 2:12 into the clip, when Jovi yells

“And baby you know my hands are dirty”

and then Richie Sambora shadows the same line before Jovi sings

“But I wanted to be your Valentine”…

It’s nothing about the words, and yet ALL about the way the two voices scream in perfect melody alongside each other… I just LOVE IT.

And then of course, the ‘dancing kitchen’ festivities began because baby girl wanted to be picked up, so up she went in my arms, onto the makeshift kitchen dancefloor we stepped, and I started making out like I was Bon Jovi as I screamed

“I’ll be there for you

These five words I swear to you

When you breathe

I want to be the air for you

I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU!”

I swear, this girl of ours is going to grow up with the BEST music taste. She knows all the current radio stuff, and yet she immediately bops along when Prince comes on, sings “No No No” about Amy Winehouse’s rehab, and shakes her hips to Ricky Martin.

(Lleyton fist-pump!)

Hubbie joined our circle once he had finished observing Jon Bon’s hair, and our dancing in the kitchen moment was then complete.

‘Til next time of course…

 

 

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#597 A well-read break in the afternoon sun

I had many options.

1, I could wash those growing stacks of dishes that had accumulated in the sink throughout the day.

B.  I could write, in any of my writing projects – just pick an avenue: book review, journaling, updating my SmikG page… I would not be bored.

c) I had emails to send, and phone calls to make, regarding our upcoming kitchen reno project.

8: There were also messages to be sent out, to various professionals and also close friends.

Z – I could even dedicate some learning time to baby girl, or break out the sports bra and Zumba away.

But I chose to do NONE of those things.

I looked out at the GLORIOUS day, as Macklemore sings it, and also, baby girl’s new favourite song to sing…

…and I thought, how could I possibly stay inside on a day like today? I had to shirk all my responsibilities and to-dos, and do something else…

I don’t just love coffee. And aside from baby girl, my family, and shopping, and heading outdoors, and looking at sunsets and dancing in the kitchen, there is something else I love, that I don’t get to do as much as I wish to, but it will always and forever remain an intense, deep, reliable, faithful LOVE of mine.

Reading.

I took a new book from the bookshelf that I hadn’t yet opened, and sat outside on our bench, the afternoon sun warming me right up as I turned a couple of dozen pages.

Baby girl found me and brought out a sticker book, sitting on the concrete before me and getting to work.

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Sure, she interrupted my reading every 30 seconds. Sure, at the beginning I got up more than I was sitting down and enjoying the moment, either to help her or get ourselves some sunnies and hats for protection.

Sure, it wasn’t ALL peace and quiet.

But sitting there with my girl at my side, the sparkling water before us, and with Spring putting on a quite stunning show, I felt so relaxed. So at ease. And so ‘me’ again.

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#587 Dancing in the kitchen with my Luv

Hub. Hubba Luv Bub.

I was getting frustrated, because NO ONE was listening to me. Yes I wanted to enjoy our Saturday Night In too. But I knew the dishes wouldn’t wash themselves.

I just wanted Baby Girl and Hubbie to get dinner over and done with – just eat, so I can clean up! Baby Girl was getting distracted by EVERYTHING, and Hubbie was getting distracted my his fave Saturday night ‘beverage’ (who am I kidding, beverages) and the music blasting out of the portable speaker.

Breathe. Breathe.

And then he pulled me into the kitchen. He pulled me onto our makeshift kitchen dancefloor, and I let him – I don’t know why. Maybe I was too tired to argue. But he pulled me into a slow dance, to a song I didn’t even like, some kind of old folksy song. We danced close together, and I smiled. We didn’t dance like this often anymore, not out, not even at home…

My face burrowed into the tea towel hanging over his shoulder, our bodies close, we giggled and whispered sweet nothings to each other, with Baby Girl looking on and telling me about her toys. Of course honey, your toys.

It was a few minutes at most, but I was glad it had happened. I was glad I hadn’t held onto my stubborn nagging stance. I was glad, for when you are in Love, holding a grudge, a hard position, or a winning argument, doesn’t serve anyone well.

One of the biggest relationship quotes that has inspired and helped me, has been this:

Would you rather be right, or would you rather have peace?

I Let It Go. I released my desire to control the situation. I let it be. And in turn I got a beautiful dance with my beautiful Hubbie.

And guess what? I put the bloody dishwasher on. Because that’s what Saturday Night Ins are for.

They’re for spending time with your loved ones, and even pulling a few sneaky moves on the dancefloor…

#570 Running through the Rain/Pain

Every so often we just need to dance in the shit storm that is Life…

 

I could have just gone to work. I mean, I saw the dark menacing clouds up ahead. I thought “I have 5 minutes, tops.”

But I love coffee too much. I stopped at the café that I always pass on my way into work mid-week.

I stood near the counter after my order, shifting weight from foot to foot, every so often glancing outside and wondering, how long would it hold off…

My coffee didn’t take long. The lady behind the counter called out “medium cap with one sugar?” and I was off…

And I literally took 10 steps towards the pedestrian crossing outside, when it started to plummet down.

As Melbourne is so temperamental in its weather, so too is it temperamental in its rain.

I knew it couldn’t last that long, and also, knowing I had occasional shelter along the way, I decided to risk it.

Just as I had risked the coffee.

I walked briskly. I couldn’t run, coffee in hand. Even so with my quick steps, occasional light jogging, the coffee rose up through the spout and lid hole, spilling out around the edges.

I slurped it up, hastily threw a beanie on my head, and kept on going.

I DID have shelter along the way. But still, when exposed under the skies, it coincided with the constant stream of water coming out of the darkened heavens, so I got wet.

But I realised, as the water poured on me unrelentingly, my jeans starting to stick to my skin, and the coffee splashing out of the cup mixed with the water from above, that it was FUN.

Invigorating. I felt alive. And I think getting rained on, is not such a bad thing…

So long as you dance in it 🙂

 

Dance through the storm, and the world will smile with you 🙂

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#562 Dancing in the kitchen with my loves part 6

Tonight the people in my house were all INSANE.

I mean, I know we have just passed what was an eclipse a little while ago, but the planets must still be severely out of alignment or something, because the energy in our house tonight was absolutely, positively

s-c-a-t-t-e-r-e-d.

At one point Hubbie asked me to “give me something.” A.K.A ‘fire me up.’ Since Ricky Martin was currently blasting through the portable speaker, the new song of his clearly wasn’t doing it for Hubbie, so I went back-to-basics-Ricky.

I dare you not to sway/tap your feet/bop along. I turned the volume right up, and then baby girl did something funny – she took her socks off and rolled her pants right up. It was funny because she was copying Hubbie. He is constantly ‘I live at the beach,’ (I know, eye roll) even in Winter, as he is always without socks and with his jeans rolled up.

After I saw her do that… this warmth-loving, comfort-seeking, I-always-have-my-slippers-on-around-the-house glass-half-full gal took the challenge.

Hubbie almost hid under the table when he saw me rip off my socks and start to roll up my jeans.

And then we proceeded to dance around the kitchen, these three highly insane people, with Ricky Martin shaking his booty on the youtube video in the background.

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Ricky had his shoes off too for the record. All the best ones do 😉

 

#531 Dancing in the kitchen with best man and fam

Ahhh. Kitchen. Dancing. It’s become a synonymously SmikG thing, huh?!?!

But today, we were fortunate to spend the best evening ever with some of our besties. It’s always so easy and entertaining – we have fun, we are relaxed, and all of this even more so because our kids are having fun, and they are relaxed too… so relaxed they ran around the house in circles trying to freeze each other with ‘Frozen’ wands repeatedly.

Like I said, relaxed.

It’s a win-win.

And the end of it brought the perfect culmination of the night, when we took to the kitchen dancefloor (because let’s face it, that’s what it is) quite spontaneously, and started to move.

Hubbie and Best Man got personal… man love all the way.

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There was standing on stools, Elvis Presley poses

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Kids screaming in excited fury!

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And just all kinds of colourful feet moving about on the dancefloor.

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It was freeing, it was happy, it was wild and it was irrationally crazy… yet mostly the vibe was PERFECT.

As it always is in the Best company. Best man and fam. Makes sense 😉