#934 Love from afar

You want to hear what one definition of love is?

Being happy for someone else’s happiness, when you aren’t in it.

That was today, as I headed off back to work after what seems like a lot of leave, maybe because we travelled, maybe because there were parties, maybe because we too changed in the process…

Maybe because we have a new-look kitchen? ;-D

But I went to work, leaving my beautiful family behind on a gorgeously sunny Spring day, wishing I was with them all the time, and trying my damn hardest to look for something to be grateful for, on what is typically a very un-grateful day…

FIRST DAY BACK AT WORK BLUES.

But Hubbie sent me this pic, and my heart soared. The caption?

“You missed a spot Tato :-D”

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I know I am not there, and I know I am not spending my night with them, but they are not far from my mind, they are always in my heart, and as long as they are happy – which that photo shows me – that is all that matters.

I miss them.

True love, is selfless.

I want them to be happy, even when I am not there.

♥♥♥

 

 

 

#930 Father’s Day Eve partying

Tonight was double the fun, double the love, double the happiness.

We were celebrating not only my bro-in-law’s birthday, but an early Father’s day with the fam.

Any excuse to get together, right? My current one involves a plan to have family over to christen our new flooring… I call it the ‘floor party.’ LOL.

But the night was made especially sweet by watching baby girl do some very lovely things. When my sister wished all the Dad’s a Happy Father’s Day for tomorrow following the singing and cake bit, baby girl turned to her Dad and said (again) sweetly

“Happy Father’s Day Tato.”

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I love how she says these things when no one has told her to – it is of her own accord. I mean, there are still PLENTY times I tell her to do and say things, sure… I mean, she IS 5. But when she comes out with lines that I haven’t whispered into her ear, I feel super proud, and I know her Dad feels especially touched.

And then later on, she had a little dance with her Dad…

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-(I don’t know where Hubbie’s leg has gone either)-

… And the moment was timely, given the soon-to-be Father’s Day, of this special Daddy-Daughter bonding, where a girl was shown how to have fun and laugh and be respected, by her first Prince Charming.

Just simply, ♥♥♥

 

#924 Happy to be home

It’s so amazing when you get a chance to go away.

You have weeks, sometimes months to get excited. To start planning your itinerary. You look up places, talk to friends, get tips on the best places to go. You research, you save up, and then, after all of that waiting and waiting and waiting…

YOU GO.

And you have the best time. You have, such a great time, that you find it really sad to even think of going back home. Back to reality. Back to routine. Back to normal life.

But.

BUT.

But, there is still a little part of you, that misses the comforts.

The comforts, of HOME.

Your bed.

Your flat pillow.

The alarm clock.

The alarm clock at eye level.

12 teaspoons in the cutlery drawer.

Not having to drive without google maps.

Getting served, quickly.

The blankets that don’t overheat.

The curtains that actually shut out the morning sun.

And, the HUGE one…

The steamed vegies.

Don’t get me wrong. We loved our holiday in sooo many ways. As we should. A holiday should open your eyes to another way of living, a different culture, and in many instances even, a different world. You should be thrown out of your comfort zone, question things, re-evaluate your life and why it is we do the things that we do, and we also should live differently.

And despite all the marvellous things that occurred during our holiday, the places we went and the things we had and the sights and smells we witnessed…

Damn it is good to be home. Because we realised, all those little things that make home, home.

They are just little things. But the fact that your home has them, and this other place, DOESN’T… well suddenly, you house seems like the holiday locale, and the other is just slightly lacking.

Still brilliant! But not quite there, even with startling river views and breathtaking mountains in the distance.

Because downstairs is freezing and you woke at 7am on your holiday because of the super light blinds.

And that’s the way it’s meant to be. Our homes should be decked out the way we want, and we should come home happy to be there, and grateful for what we have experienced.

I will always love to travel, and I am already thinking of the next place we could possibly go… I think the whole point of travelling is to learn, educate yourself on how others live, expand your horizons, and appreciate the process.

Appreciate your world, by appreciating what is out there.

You are MEANT to come home, happy. I think that is key. I think that is what we always do. We sigh, unpack, put on the steamer, and say –

“I’m so happy we went, but I’m so glad we are home now.”

And the day we stop saying that, well it just means we will have to move.

But as long as we have 12 teaspoons in our drawer and dark curtains, that day may not come very soon 🙂

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#891 The half-year parent-teacher interview

I used to LOVE parent-teacher interviews as a child… can you guess why?

Though most of the time I don’t think I was allowed to sit with my Mum as my teacher went through my academic accomplishments, there were snippets I gleaned, the written report that came out of it, and of course, my Mum’s proud smile after it all.

I don’t mean to brag. I wasn’t some Einstein or anything. But I listened to the teacher. I did my homework. I did what I was told in the classroom. And therefore, the report represented that.

My favourite bit was always what my teachers mentioned or wrote about my creative writing habit. Even then I hung on every word, re-reading it countlessly, and I have to say, some things don’t change. I am still desperately hanging for feedback.

Fast forward a good 25 years, and today we had yet another parent-teacher interview. This one was not so academically geared, and it wasn’t to do with me.

Still, I left beaming.

I think from the moment baby girl started 3 year-old kindergarten last year, I have been worried. Worried about development. Worried about milestones being reached. Worried if she is ready for kinder… then worried if she will be ready for the next step, after kinder.

I have spent a lot of time in my head on this one. So today, when the kindergarten teacher said some lovely and positive words about baby girl…

“she is engaging with others more,”

“she participates in class activities and puts her hand up,” and then the clincher –

“I think she is ready for school next year”

Suddenly I became my Mum, and she was me, and if you know us all that ain’t a far stretch. It’s not to say that there is anything wrong when kids are held back in kinder, and I know plenty who have done that for their kids, and who are even entertaining the possibility right now. But as a parent, you know your child, in your heart of hearts. And when that feeling in your heart, is validated by the other major learning force in your child’s life…

You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that you were right all along.

I am just thrilled with her progress. Again, no Einstein factor. No A+ accolades.

But she is my girl, and to me, her star is shining bright :):):)

#878 Kitchen lit up!

***The following blog post is unashamedly, unapologetically, ALL KITCHEN RENO BASED***

It has taken officially 7 months from the bare bones renovation of our kitchen to get new lights installed.

And I am OVER THE MOON.

It wasn’t through lack of wanting new lights. We definitely wanted them. Our old tube fluorescent lighting behind plastic sheeting that looked like it might be some 80s version of a skylight, but an old and dirty and really outdated one, well that had to go.

We just kept changing our mind. That’s what it was. And when we did decide what we were doing, it was deciding what to do with it.

Pick colours, pick lights… and that wasn’t all. Our kitchen guys who we were happy with, well they had all but finished their job… or so it seemed. They went on to start new jobs, move onto new projects, so the whole task of making our minds up about the lights, and their subsequent asses over to our house to help measure and work out the final touches, well it became something like a Freddy Krueger Saturday night special.

As our kitchen man said today “your kitchen has been hanging in my head like a nightmare.”

And we all laughed and laughed and laughed.

Because them not finishing it was our nightmare too.

MWA HA HA.

Anyway, we are ONE BIG STEP closer today. The lights are up. Oh the drama of the lights…. that look now, well, perfect. Absolutely, magnificently, perfect. We had 3 large fittings, and 2 small, but after a deep and meaningful with ‘our’ electrician (so immaculate was his job, he is not just an electrician, he is now OUR electrician) we realised we had to forgo 2 of the large pieces, and only keep 1, to hang alongside the 2 small.

Surely the lighting store will give me my money back? This must happen ALL THE TIME.

I am writing in caps because I AM SO DAMN EXCITED.

ANYWAYS.

Anyways. The panelling went up onto our recessed ceiling… the lights went up… and though the edges of this tray ceiling is not yet 100% complete, and yes, the floor is still not done (because changing mind often, remember?) today was the first time we looked at our kitchen, and truly went

“WOW.”

Our vision is slowly taking place. And it has only taken me years and years to obtain a kitchen like this. So my social media audience waiting another month or so for the floors to get done, and a much yearned for before-and-after picture to take place, well I am sure you can handle it…

But, just because I am feeling generous, here is a photo of the lights, close-up.

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All shiny and happy and bright. :):):)

#877 Shopping with my girl no.8

It is so true that forcing yourself to get out and about when you’re not up for it, can really do wonders for you.

And having a convincing baby girl on board to coax you along, helps too.

As a parent, it’s really hard to say no when your kids are so damn cute and clever.

So, feeling under the weather, light-headed and all spaced out, we headed over to Southland today, amidst headache, crankiness, and cramps…

ALL MINE.

It was great though. After our argument within 10 minutes of being there. We got the shouting out of the way (what will happen to me when she is 14, and not 4?!?!) and then proceeded to actually have, the best day.

Spending money is a really great way to feel better. I know I’ve said this before, but it is so true. We made use of our time, eating and cafe-ing our way throughout the centre, and getting a few bits and pieces along the way too.

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She got a couple of books that she loves, from discovering them at kinder/the library; I got a book on handling fear, something I desperately need as the necessity to share more of my writings and work grows, and with it the inevitable audience which quite frankly SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME; some Lego, and a dress for her; and for me/us, a Queen album.

But none of that quite compares to the highlight of our shopping day, which cost absolutely nothing, and gave both baby girl and I insurmountable laughs and joy. Because as we were lunching, I somehow decided to open up my messenger app and show her the filters you could place over our selfie portraits.

What a can of worms… and a fun one at that! We went through filter upon filter, checking them out, watching our faces and features change and distort upon the application, and we roared and shrieked with laughter. We had our lunches half-eaten in front of us, and here we were in a room full of people, cacking up like we were the only ones in it.

It was, absolutely the best. And well, that kind of ruins my earlier hypothesis…

Because it was FREE.

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#875 Sunday funday BIG day

Today’s super BIG day started at the super wee early hour of 5am.

And it wasn’t accidental or by unwanted force – no, the wake up call was all instigated by ME.

Crazy huh? Yeah, I know. I even set the alarm and EVERYTHING.

If it hadn’t been for the mammoth day ahead, my wake up call would have been an hour earlier… but alas, I needed some sleep. I knew what was ahead of us, and yet I also knew that I couldn’t miss out on possible celebrations…

So I left my phone on silent on the bedside table as I went to bed on Saturday night, the FIFA schedule and results up on my internet browser, so that when the alarm did wake me at 5am, I would see the half-time scores of the FIFA game playing right then.

I figured if my team were losing by a big margin, I would keep on sleeping.. anything close in competition, and it meant wakey wakey for me.

It read Croatia – 1: Russia – 1

Damn. Kind of. RIP sleep. It would have to come another day.

So my first gratitude of the day came after several dozen heart attacks through the roller coaster of a match, where FINALLY Croatia won in yet another penalty shoot-out!

Guys! What are you doing to me?!?! :):):)

There was no point in going back to bed. Because there were places to be.

The first show of the day brought with it my second gratitude.

Lah Lah’s Big Live Band 10th Birthday show. Can I just reiterate how amazing they are? It certainly isn’t the first time we have seen them or been up close and personal… but not only did Tom Tom the drummer willingly and of his own accord sign all of the to drums before the show, but Lah Lah added to it with her own signature, on the drum and on the mini doll.
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My third gratitude of the day came with the realisation of an exhibition I have been longing to see. The thought of works from New York being shown outside of the States and in Australia was reason enough on its own, but knowing I could see up close and personal some incredible and influential art, one of which is a favourite of mine in both artist and painting, was an opportunity I couldn’t ignore.

My favourite, (top right) ‘The Persistence of Memory,’ by Salvador Dali. Did you know Dali used the hypnagogic method in helping to inspire his artwork, whereby he would take his daily siesta holding a spoon above a plate… and when it fell, it woke him, taking him from the grey area between awake and sleeping, this pre-sleep stage that provided him with the most fantastical images of the unconscious world.

Crazy. My kind of crazy though. 😉

And last but not sleep… the final gratitude of the day. From merely a decade of Lah Lah, to a century of Disney on Ice!

 

The best parts? Discovering our seats were THE BOMB, along with watching baby girl act out with absolute glee all of the Frozen scenes, pure joy for her since she was dressed as the Ice Queen herself 🙂

And right now, I am pooped. It was an amazing day, a BIG day, but I need balance.

Tomorrow, I might have to do BIG NOTHING.

And I will be BIG grateful for it 🙂