The fog has cleared, the cloud has lifted, and I couldn’t be more grateful for it.
Although I am not 100%, I feel a world of difference to how I was yesterday.
So it comes to reason, that that is what I am most happy about today.
Today was a great day, in that the shit we set out to do, well, we got done.
It’s always a successful feeling when you actually go to the shops to buy certain things, and then you actually follow through with said-purchases.
Today’s task, the niggly job of tying up loose ends before baby girl’s upcoming 4th birthday. It’s that crazy time of year where time is of the essence, it is party after party in our family, and maybe the pressure of very little time has spurred us into action and made the Universe take heed, and actually give us what we want on today’s shopping trip.
One of the best and most important purchases, was a white airy-fairy-hippie dress, that only needs some flowers in baby girl’s hair to make her special birthday outfit complete.
She was stoked.
Tick, tick, tick.
Baby girl is walking around rosy-cheeked again.
The new ducted heating is here.
The pain is OVER. We have gone all high-tech and with the times with this beauty
It regulates temperature, and even has programmable timeslots so that you can have the heater come on at a pre-determined time… un-fucking-believable.
Just like when my new car had a 6 stack CD player, I am soooo behind in the times.
Our old heater, both here and at our old place, was some 80s-90s contraption, where you had to pull the lever across to the desired temperature of 20+ ‘something,’ but even that ‘set temperature’ was questionable at times.
Tonight, it got hot. Like really hot. This is right on time, since my Dad told me the weekend ahead is set to expect some major Winter-y blasts.
And just for the record, when I was freezing my ass off in the house yesterday as the tradies were in the midst of installing new said-heater? Yeah, well, coldest August day for DECADES.
Still, the icy blasts that will set upon us are timely, since we now have heating, bitches. Take that Winter, mwa ha ha.
So toasty and grateful right now 🙂
This ain’t the type of work break you’re thinking of.
You immediately thought I was grateful for getting a break from work, right?
I am so grateful today, that I was able to get a break, by going to work.
Yep. I’m hitting the gratitude game hard when I’m thankful for work on a Sunday. Let me explain.
I mentioned that yesterday was a difficult day for me. I was flat, lowly, and in my trakkies all day, having only left the house to walk down the driveway and wave off my sister in the late afternoon.
I was also physically unwell. I was really keen for it all to be over soon.
Soon came when I woke up at 5:30 this Sunday morning.
And I was ok. I was happy, even. I questioned myself at several moments throughout the work day, and realised that despite how low I had gotten yesterday, NOW I was actually quite, alright.
I felt really good actually.
How had this come about? Clarity? Hindsight? I can’t even put it down to a good night’s sleep, because baby girl woke me once throughout the night, I was struggling with too many covers at another point, and in total I probably had about 5 and a half hours of shut-eye.
Then I realised.
It was DISTANCE.
I had removed myself from the place where I had been so upset – our haven, our home, our security – and in doing so, stepped away and out of the problem.
Doing so made me feel fresh and bright-eyed again. The problem was still there. But now I could deal with it and take the steps necessary to move forward, with a level-head.
And often I find, when you have a problem and you throw yourself into something completely unrelated, i.e. work…. suddenly things seem much more manageable a couple of hours or so later.
Thank you work. You are actually my God-send, my relief, my break and my holiday, in so many, many, many ways.
It was a very good day today. I was emotional, teary, and super-proud as punch as the kindergarten teacher told me how well baby girl was doing during her mid year parent/teacher mini-interview.
She is 3, in a predominantly 4 year old class. Not intended – that’s just how it happened. There weren’t enough 3s for a class of their own so they separated them into the 3 classes there are per week.
Every child has their own personal talents, and their own personal challenges. Baby girl does not differ. And yet, to hear such beautiful and encouraging feedback, about her positive self-esteem, sharing nature, ability to play well in a group, and to listen in group story-time, well…
IT MADE MY HEART SOAR.
As we were leaving the kindergarten, heading over to the park beside it that she hadn’t yet been to, I felt like I wanted to give her the world. I know I do already, but to hear such happy and positive news, I felt like I wanted to give her everything.
I know I already do. I was just so bloody proud.
So I pulled her aside and said “baby girl, look at Mummy – I am so, so proud of you. Mummy loves you.”
She smiled and then charged forward towards the playground she has been eyeing off for 6 months.
And so, we had a splendid park day.
And for anyone thinking their Mum-kid relationship today was nothing like the above scenario, I’ll provide you with the humbling addition that we ended the day crying, exhausted, and angrily threatening “no book!”
Balance. It’s key. Still proud though 😉
….. and we are BACK. Back from school holidays, and back to kindergarten.
(Mwa ha ha).
Even though baby girl only goes one session a week because she is 3, those 5 hours mean a lot to me, let me tell you. If only for sanity, for catch-up, for myself, those few hours make such a difference, and the absence of them over the past few weeks has been sorely felt.
Today I did grocery shopping, alone.
Today I recommenced Zumba – my body needed and wanted it, BAD. (My left leg not being able to perform a particular movement towards the end of the session, showed me how badly my body was out of whack).
I ate well, having extra time to prepare a healthy lunch.
(No that’s not cucumber, that’s broccoli stalk – shop your vegies finely, pop it into a Microwave safe container, fill 1/4 to a 1/3 with water, and put in the microwave for about 2 minutes with the lid ajar, or if you have the above Tupperware contraption, even better. Mix with tuna, carbs, or all of the above – done).
I cleaned the house – let me tell you it was very necessary.
I completed and ordered online invitations for my parents 50th wedding anniversary – sis and I are extremely excited.
Ahh, there’s nothing like catch-up. Getting ahead. Feeling accomplished.
I love Kinder.
I never thought I’d be so happy to have really uncomfortable stomach pain. But, I am.
After dinner, this growing feeling I’d had throughout the day in my middle region just kept intensifying. Totally manageable, but still… ouch.
Was it our dinner? I hadn’t really over-eaten. I certainly didn’t think I had over-indulged in the carbs. I have been watching myself, and today being the day baby girl goes to kinder, is also the day I get to workout at home alone, and the fact of working out actually supresses my need to eat anything too heavy or junk f00d like. It’s great like that.
It was only after realising, that this was a bit of a different stomach pain, more concentrated on the tummy muscles, that I realised –
It was working.
Yep, I still have a long way to go to where I want to be. But to know that finally, the moves I’ve been practicing at are finally starting to pay off… well, it is gratifying. Obviously. I’m getting it. And by getting it, I’m able to throw myself into the actions and exercises more fully, therefore…
Feeling the burn. Yes.
Let’s all stop for a second and thank the Lord that there are home workout DVDs. If not, poor unsuspecting persons would have to be subject to watching me in gym classrooms, trying like hell to work out how to perform ‘that’ certain movement, and only getting it at the 6th repetition .
“6… 7… 8… now turn.”
It is so annoying.
But, like I said, I’m getting it.
So now, less annoying… but more BURN.
Slowly but surely. Slowly but surely.