#2017 Pizza/pjs/couch

What could be better than grabbing a takeaway pizza to eat for dinner while sitting and watching TV on the couch?

Why, that would be grabbing a pizza then getting into your pjs, before sitting on the couch to eat said pizza!

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It was a long, relaxing night.

Little to no dishes.

Major ass-planting on the couch.

Laughter, talking, and lotsa channel surfing.

The heater blasting.

Mister F sleeping happily in his corner.

All is good in the world.

And to that, a goodnight. 😴

#1959 Happy and peaceful right now

I write this in the present tense, because I’m feeling it now.

I’m happy, I’m relaxed, I’m at peace. It’s a Sunday night. The heater is doing it’s job. Comfy pjs on. Body unwinding after a late evening yoga workout.

Hubbie is napping on the couch. Baby girl is playing games.

Me?

I’m sipping hot camomile tea, looking at a delicious pear cake recipe I just found, Mister F in my foreground in his usual place on top of the corner heater vent.

Yes I have work tomorrow, but baby girl doesn’t have school.

Holidays. Sleep in. 👊

I’m happy in this little moment, and am reminded of the fact that life is mainly comprised of these little moments. We can’t wait for the big events all the time.

Live fully and be present in the in-betweens.

And therein lies part of the secret… the secret to happiness…

Gratitude, in the little things. 🙏

Ahh.

#1930 Lockdown food

Lockdown ain’t much different than a Winter’s night.

I don’t know. It just felt like, same-same to me today.

And though it isn’t Winter yet, we’ve gotten PLENTY of previews lately. We were planning on staying in tonight anyway, so when lockdown was announced, we just upped our Saturday cook-at-home plans, and put on the heater.

I made some vanilla muffins during the day from the Rachael Finch program…

I pimp these up with bits of chocolate, because make these healthy treats a little more ‘family-friendly’ that’s why, and also we have enough chocolate from Easter to last us ’til Santa comes around again.

And at night, I made a recipe I had bookmarked, perhaps last lockdown? LOL.

Marion Grasby’s Hoisin Beef Noodles

Now this, OMG. Droooool.

That is all.

The longer we are in iso, the longer I’ll just make more recipes, read and write more, and clean the house more in a mad frenzy (OK that one not so much, but a little more 🤣🤣)

#1574 Day 76 of getting there: a simple Saturday night

Tonight, no photos.

No emojis.

No GIFs.

No frills.

Just a low-key, fun night.

It’s the simple things. Like…

Pizza for dinner.

Netflix on the couch.

And a board game to follow.

Mister F stretched out on the rug near us, sleeping so peacefully…

The heater blasting.

And a roof over our head.

What more could we want?

The details?

Mexicana with pineapple, capriciossa without anchovies.

Riverdale.

Trouble!

Who won? Of course Hubbie. He’s on a freaking winning streak.

But all in all, it’s the perfect recipe for a Saturday night.

#1569 Day 71 of getting there: Enjoying Winter mornings… for once

You know, stuff them.

Stuff everything.

We are isolated, sure. But if you’re gonna be isolated, there is no better time like the present.

And I am revelling in it.

I wake up, at a generous 8:30am.

I put on my trakkies.

I head downstairs, and I start work, at 9am.

Bang. Done. No traffic. No trains. No people filing out onto the city streets, men with briefcases stuck at their sides, women click-clacking with fancy coats.

Baby girl sleeps in.

I don’t even need to get her up for school.

She then gets dressed.

Makes her own breakfast.

And proceeds to do WHATEVER SHE LIKES.

Meanwhile, the wind blows outside.

The rain drizzles.

Winter, descends.

And we stay snuggled up in our comfy clothes, heater blasting, watching everyone else get on with it.

Let them get on with it. There is time.

There will be plenty of time to catch up.

But for now, we hibernate. 🙂

Photo by Fredrik Ohlander on Unsplash.

#1368 Sleep socks

I love my sleep socks.

What the hell are sleep socks?

Well, they are socks specifically for the purpose of sleeping in them. Think fluffy, long, super comfy and too thick to wear with regular shoes…

But I don’t really sleep with them.

Sure I end up in bed with them on MANY a night… but during the night all too often I find myself kicking them off in my dreams.

I wear them all around the house on cold nights. Think of them as my Winter accompaniment…

Only we are in Melbourne peeps, and we all know Winter can happen, even on December 25th…

Or November 13th. Like today.

It has been soooo cold lately. Tonight I was feeling chilly and worn out, and just as the heater went on (I know, it’s Spring – hangs head in shame) so too did my sleep socks.

I have like, 6 pairs. Super fluffy ones for those Antarctic nights in Winter… a couple of basic ones in different colours that are kind of like, mid-range in warmth but still totally do the job… and then I have my long ones.

My long spotty sleep socks.

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This is me with my feet up as baby girl falls asleep. These socks are specifically for when it is colder than normal, but not that freezing that I need to throw on a Winter coat or anything.

Hence, tonight.

I bloody love my sleep socks. And living where I do, I can be assured they come in handy, ALL year round.

 

#1095 The right day to be sick

If there is ever a good time to get a cold… (usually, there isn’t)

My cold happened to come at the right time.

If pulled out its full force today, mid-week. Sure it meant I had to pull a sickie. But what it also meant was that

a) I didn’t have to take baby girl to school (no Wednesdays this month)

b) It’s Hubbie’s day off, so he took to a lot of the house duties (i.e. looking after me, making me tea, dinner…)

c) It was actually good having both my loves at home. It can be terribly depressing and boring when you are sick and just napping on the couch all day. But having people to make you laugh (and poke their face in yours to see how you’re going, i.e. baby girl!) can be the little light in your otherwise bleak day.

And in my case, my bleak, cold and windy day.

Ugh. Sick in Summer? This is unheard of. You know I had the heater on today?

YES. THE HEATER.

No wonder I’m sick. Melbourne Weather go in a corner and have a think about what you’ve done, go on…

We need the sunshine back.

#897 This too shall pass

This Winter is dragging on. I thought a saw some relief days ago, but just as quickly it has vanished.

The days are long, dark, cold and windy. The heater is our only respite.

My child chooses to argue with me relentlessly, and I respond over-emotionally – I don’t know if it is the after-affects of the lunar eclipse that is wrecking havoc in our worlds, but times are trying.

I try to look up, but when I am reminded of repeated failure, I feel like that is ALL I know. How do you feel good when what you experience is anything but?

The slimmest of lights has me wondering. It has me with little Hopes.

My sister once owned a clock that read

“The best times and worst times have one thing in common… they never last forever.”

It’s one of those sayings that have left a forever imprint on me.

Because it’s a sentiment that lifts you up amidst times of hardship, reminding you that something good is around the corner… and it keeps you humble when you are as high as a kite, riding on the coat-tails of life and feeling the love and adoration of the world at your feet.

What goes down, must come up… and vice versa.

And just this afternoon, I noticed that it was lighter outside when baby girl finished with her usual Monday afternoon swimming lesson.

We leave at the same time each week, but today it was lighter.
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Well, maybe things are turning around the corner after all.

The darkness is leaving, and making room for the Light.

#849 Nothing, and everything

Well, today it happened.

I was at a loss to creatively find something new to be grateful for.

Baby girl having a good day at kinder? It’s been done.

Happy to have a working heater on such a cold day? Done.

Happy we vegged on the couch tonight with takeaway? Also done.

Happy I had some wine? Done done done.

I had gotten calls concerning appointments and jobs to be done over the next week – this gave me satisfaction, but the strength to write about them in a creative manner (it’s not just stating the gratitude, it’s also finding the creative drive to make a story out of it) well that focus I needed was GONE.

Baby girl and Hubbie made me laugh countless times, and we hugged and complimented Hubbie on how much better he looked without his beard – that has also been done.

I watched Shark Tank, LOVED it – done.

Hell, I’m even feeling better regarding my cold – and that too has also been done.

And as I sat there later this evening, realising all the things I was grateful for had already been expressed before… it dawned on me that I had just made a brand new list, and this new list had never been done before.

So suddenly, I was grateful for it all 🙂

 

#844 Sick days

On the 7th day of Winter, the snowman gave to me…

My first cold for the season!

Humbug.

Sure it is a tad early to be getting all Christmas in July jovial, but apparently it ain’t early at all to be copping colds and flus from every direction I turn.

It is inescapable, really. And all the while, it is so easy to fall into the whinging and crying trap, the ‘woe is me’ and ‘I hate Winter fan club!’ (I have a list to counter that!)

But really, despite our colds, despite our flus, we are so lucky.

There are people who are really sick. I was reminded from different sources today that life is not fair, and heard repeatedly of death and serious illness and misfortune. I also received a phone call from the children with cancer charity, asking me to purchase some raffle tickets off of them. I humbly accepted.

And while I have felt worse for wear, I actually have it good. I have a roof over my head. I have heating at the touch of a finger. I have an electric kettle that boils water for my steaming lemon, honey and ginger teas, a stove for warming up milk for hot chocolates when the teas becomes mundane, and… I have blankets.

I lay down this afternoon on the couch, and baby girl came right on over to promptly cover me with the throw. She then found some more blankets from her bedroom, layered me in those, before saying with an adorable smile “Mama me look after you to get better,” before turning on her heel and leaving me to… recuperate?

What? Was this legit? I relished the feeling of peace and calm… for 2 minutes.

She came back, adamant that she was going to lie down beside me on the couch, and I shuffled over, getting squashed against the back of it. I lay there like an awkward sardine in a can, one hand outstretched over me, the other on her, as I drifted to and from sleep, both the TV in the background and the YouTube videos she was watching of kids playing with barbie dolls, drifting over to wake me up every so often.

I was awkward, I was sick, and I wasn’t really at peace. But I’d take this version of ‘sick’ any day.