#463 The calm after the Partay no. 2

It was so nice, just to be.

No rushing. No pressure to get things done by a certain time. No anxiety. No stress. No intense planning and strategy to cram as much into one day as possible.

No. Just a casual grocery shopping trip with baby girl. Some lunch. Cleaning. Washing. Putting away stuff that has been piling up. Sorting her old clothes away. Sweeping some leaves. Sitting out in the yard, on a glorious day where Autumn was trying her damn hardest to remind us of impending Spring, watching baby girl simultaneously manoeuvre both her scooter and Dora the Explorer bike, while I sat and looked towards the beach end, the huge tree we have prominently in my vision with its pretty pink flowers.

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Nothing to remind me of what has passed, of all the stresses and intensity gone… except for the cakes in my kitchen.

Today was a great day. So calm, so peaceful, and right now, I can’t get enough.

#442 Hubbie the handyman – the beginning

I am so confident about this, that I’m calling it the beginning. Of course, I have never before used the words ‘Hubbie,’ and ‘handyman’ in the same sentence… oh no, I lie. It was just in a negative tense: “Hubbie is NOT a handyman.”

So this is a big deal. This is actually GREAT. After weeks and weeks and months and absolute yonks of putting it off, Hubbie finally gave a go of changing our current old and wonky en-suite doorknob, to a new and fresh and certainly more modern looking one.

It took a while. I sat nearby on the bed most of the time, staring at the instructions blankly, holding the door and the handles when required, finding extension cords, and scrolling through my facebook feed intermittently – that is to say, I was practically of no use. That’s fine. My talents lie in other fields…

However, if not even one of us can do kind of basic reno stuff, our house is going to cost us a God-damn fortune. Sure we are gonna get professionals to re-do our kitchen and other major things, but like, a door handle? If we are getting tradies in to change stuff like that, we’ll need to grow ourselves a money tree or just wait forever, whatever comes first.

But, HE DID IT. After much scratching of the head and heavy pondering, Hubbie changed the door knob, and it looks great, AND it actually works!

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I’m so proud of his perseverance, I knew he had it in him ;*

#418 Lazy-daze Sundays

Sleeping in ’til 9:30am, after averaging 5 to 6 hours of sleep the last few nights

Doing a family grocery shop together

Eating breakfast, lunch and dinner together

Small home improvements in the way of adding door stoppers around the house where necessary

Indulging in Easter cakes and chocolate-y goodness

Hot showers

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All these little moments have made this lazy Sunday, extremely blissful. I couldn’t be more grateful, to have just been doing not very much at all.

These moments with my family make me truly appreciative, and what’s best, it’s all the simple little every day routines and tasks that make our lives so special.

That is magic.

#414 The Crew unites

Tonight, Good Friday Eve. It’s not often that me and my high school friends get together. I mean, the original group. Although the last time it was December, before that, it was years. And before that, more years.

You know when you are so busy, that pre-confirmed plans just bug you? Well sorry to say, that’s how I felt about tonight.

The house is a mess,…I need to get ready for weekend work… I need to clean… I need to put clothes away… and I have a tonne of Easter baking to do…

These were my thoughts. They kept whirring around my head up until about 4pm today.

And then I went ‘screw that.’

I got dolled up, embraced the girl club spirit, and headed on over to the Fitzroy Social to meet up with the other 5 gals of the crew. It was a great catch up, and we of course had the required end of night photo, both smiley, and goofy faces present.

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18 year old me would have been in shock horror at my stupid excuse of ‘the house is a mess’ to even contemplate not going out for a catch-up… and yet my 33 year old self was just feeling like it was all too much.

But I realised something as I drove home later from this great night out. I thought:

If my house is a mess…

If I’m late getting ready for work on the weekend…

If my house remains dirty for a day or two longer…

If the clothes hang around unfolded a while longer…

And even if I don’t bake all that I intend to for Easter…

IT WILL BE WORTH IT, because I had a great night catching up with dear friends. My time will feel well-spent, as I would have had fun in my precious time – not spent doing some boring household chore, but instead, reconnecting, bonding and having the bestest of convos and laughs with my high school friends.

I am still baffled by how our minds and thoughts change as we grow older. Sometimes for good, sometimes for stupid! I mean, worried about a clean house as opposed to a catch-up? Come on.

We need to think more like teenagers, like children. Then maybe the world’s problems would be solved. Then maybe the world would be a happier place 🙂

The boring stuff can wait. The boring stuff should always wait.

Screw the responsibilities. Have fun!

#410 Sunday Solitude

I’m actually surprised at how happy I was to stay at home today. Our quick stop by the shops was really, too much, as we would have gladly holed up in our home all day while the wild weather unleashed itself around us.

What was particularly great about staying home? Well, apart from the early Winter spell we were subject to, that made it especially fantastic stay-home weather, it was just the fact that it was long, LONG overdue. We haven’t just stayed home to not do much in a while, and I think our souls longed for the downtime.

Apart from ironing, washing, Hubbie preparing us a healthy lunch, while I prepared us a healthy dinner, and then him removing bug marks from our blinds, alongside some other random house odds and ends… I think the best part was when we woke up in the morning and then baby girl joined us in bed, all 3 of us cuddling together and snuggling under the covers.

We caught sight of our reflection in the opposite mirror, and it was the best sight ever. My family.

Sunday, solitude Sunday.

#333 Bunnings

I never thought Bunnings could be a place that women could enjoy, until I had a house of my own.

I mean, what did I need to do with nails? Other than paint them?

Electrical appliances were only for the kitchen and bathroom, NOT the garage.

And ladders were only good for when I needed to climb up and get that other pair of pants.

However, over the years I’ve gained a newfound appreciation of the renovation giant, and only until we recently moved did I realise that I’ve really come to enjoy our Bunnings visits.

It may, or may not have to do with the fact that our house needs a massive makeover, and every time I walk into the store, just the vision of how our house could be like gets me all excited. Just saying.

It’s not like I’m any kind of handy-woman. But as I just walk there, like a project manager, pointing to things while Hubbie picks them up and baby girl puts them in her tiny trolley, well it is FUN.

There is so much that you can do to a house, I think even experienced handymen would find it overwhelming at times when venturing into a Bunnings store, what with all the choices on offer. It’s just amazing what you can find. I find myself getting inspiration for future projects while there, and also find myself realising we need to renovate things in our house that I didn’t yet EVEN KNOW we had to renovate.

Because Hubbie ends up with the task of actually doing all the home improvements, I walk around beside him as a kind of cheerleader, urging him on and creating all kinds of wonderful visions for our future home.

“Give me a doorstop!”

“Give me some cement nails!”

“Give me a hose stand!”

“Give me some hallway sensors!”

Meanwhile baby girl careens around dangerously with her little trolley, Bunnings balloon in one hand, only allowing us to put into “her” trolley what she finds acceptable. We end up with tiny objects in her trolley, while Hubbie and I walk around with arms full of stuff.

Today in particular, my cheerleading tune was like this:

“Give me a tent!”

“Give me some lightbulbs!”

“Give me a shower head!”

“Give me a plunger!”

(The plunger is a ‘in case of emergency’ item… don’t ask how the motivation to buy it came about).

And although we buy these items a lot faster than it takes to actually implement and integrate them into our home (those doorstops we bought over a month ago are still in the laundry), the fact of the matter is we feel we are doing something, and eventually, we will get to everything. But hopefully, the plunger is never, EVER used. Ever.

 

 

 

 

#294 The ‘we’ve done good’ moment

I have these revelations while driving in my car. Maybe because it’s usually quiet and I’m alone with nothing but my thoughts. And when you’re driving home and the path is familiar, you tend to focus less on your surroundings, and more with what is occupying your mind.

‘And when you’re driving home…’ yep, we’re home alright.

That was where my thoughts led me today. I was trying to rush home from work, and was close by, thinking of how Hubbie and Baby girl were waiting for me, ready to jump into the car and off we would go to do some very late, very brief afternoon shopping. Better something than nothing before Christmas.

I noticed around me the bushy landscape, the golden fields stretching out beyond them, and the hilly road I was on… and despite the rushed state I was in, I thought ‘yep. We did good.’

We’ve done good. I don’t care that it takes me longer to drive to and from work. I don’t care that I spend more money on petrol. I don’t care that I need to leave earlier to get to places on time.

I don’t even care that we still haven’t started properly renovating. I don’t care that it’ll probably take another 5-10 years ’til everything we want is complete to our standards. I don’t even care, that this house, is older than our last.

I don’t care about any of these things. Sure, I want them, and I would like to improve on them… but they’re not that important.

They’re not important, because we are where we wanna be. We’re home.

Everything else will get looked after in due time.

And that was my happy realisation today.