#645 Early tradies

There are all manner of excuses as to why us commonfolk roll our eyes and brace ourselves at the sheer mention of the supposed ‘reliability’ of tradies.

Because they are always late.

Because they don’t arrive when they say they will.

Because they don’t return your call.

Because they make promises they can’t keep.

Because they forget.

All of these reasons have to do with tradies deferring or putting off their service to you…

Which is why this morning was SUCH a surprise.

Because as I went downstairs this morning, giving myself a good 3-hour window to get my shit together before the tradies came over to commence part 1 of our kitchen demolition/renovation, I turned on my phone, and saw with some amount of trepidation, a missed call, and a voicemail message.

Uh-oh. I just KNEW it was him. The tradie.

I listened to the message, and my eyes widened, before running in to baby girl’s room and telling her to throw ANYTHING on.

“Hi SmikG, it’s tradie here… just letting you know we’ll probably be at your place about, 9:00.”

A half hour window.

I did the bare minimum, which was still good as I left feeling I had done my best in setting up the place for the guys – but consequently the bare minimum didn’t include breakfast… so I said to baby girl, “pick where you want to eat.”

And she led us to Mercetta on the Main street. Mainly because the back of the café has fake green grass and egg chairs that hang from the tree-like ceiling, with kiddies using them more as swings than adults using them as areas of refuge.

I had been stressed as hell in those 30 minutes before their surprise arrival, but the early morning start gave us a nice reason to go out and have some breakfast on a Monday morning…

And any reason is good enough reason for surprise breakfast I guess 🙂

 

 

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#644 Kitchen be gone!

Today was a mammoth day, caused so by a mammoth kitchen-item removal effort.

Kitchen AND laundry-item, I should say.

Made even more mammoth by the already mammoth Saturday night that was last night, and then a measly 6 or so hours sleep (all fun, so completely self-inflicted), before today, said mammoth day.

Did I say it was mammoth?

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Yep. Mammoth.

Tomorrow is day 1 of our insanely difficult, trying, extensive, messy, costly, stressful and confusing kitchen renovation… however that entire sentence is redundant, because when hasn’t a kitchen reno been ALL of those things?

And because it begins tomorrow, we had to get everything out of the kitchen today. EVERYTHING. The tiles are getting ripped out, and because they lead into the laundry…

the laundry too needed EVERYTHING removed.

Currently, our fridge is next to the window by the couch, and the dishwasher is next to my seat at the table. Then we have the washing machine in the spare room, and another shelf-like thing that LOOKS fixed, but not, it was not fixed in the laundry… so that too had to go.

As well as every other cup, plate, bowl, spoon, and another 1001 things we have accumulated in those two areas. All shoved into spare rooms, nooks and crannies, under tables and on top of shelves, and behind as many closed doors as possible.

It will be a crazy day… but for now, in this present moment, I am so glad that all of the moving out of the laundry and kitchen has been done…

only for it to be moved back over the next week or so.

:/

 

#616 Chaddy shopping day no.4

Today wasn’t just another Chaddy shopping day…

It was the BEST Chaddy shopping day!

:):):)

You know, last Spring/Summer, I think I bought one item of clothing. One. A pair of shoes had already been bought before we moved, but that was it.

One. Single. Item.

You see, not only is it hard buying clothes, or anything personal for yourself when you have a young child, but it all becomes equally harder when you move into a WIP house that suddenly needs not just renovations and fix-me-ups, but ALL the renovations and ALL the fix-me-ups.

Money goes right out the window, door, down the toilet and gets lost in every house crevice imaginable in an ongoing project like that.

So naturally, YOU become last on the list of priorities.

However, in the last couple of weeks, I saw we were going to have some cash left over soon. This coincided with a couple of days of staring into my wardrobe and sighing “I actually have nothing!”

Cue TODAY.

I had the most enormous run of luck while shopping, that even I AM STILL REELING.

I actually felt horribly guilty for Hubbie, who only bought one top. It’s a nice top, but still…

ONE TOP.

I even trumped baby girl, who ALWAYS trumps us. She got a small toy, we got her a small Christmas tree (watch this space!) and some storage baskets for her toys…

I got SO MUCH MORE (tee hee hee!)

5 items of clothing, modelled amateurly by yours truly

(Left to right: Flowy pants, Top, Top)

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(Dress)

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(Jacket)

Oops! Here’s baby girl with her Frozen thongs, the cheeky thing snuck in but I still have more…

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… The piece de resistance.

THE BAG.

It’s the Campomaggi bag I’ve been eyeing off for months, the bag I mentioned casually in this earlier post, and the bag that after online research and video tutorials on how to clean the bag once I own it, I finally went in today and bought it.

The protective bag it came in

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And the bag, front and back itself

My love 🙂

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I am giddy with excitement. I feel brand new. :):):)

 

#567 Father’s Day Wine-ing time

I did good today.

Hubbie was rapt with his Father’s Day pressie.

It came on the back of him telling me a while back that he was seriously over the accumulation of things. I had to agree. We still have unopened boxes from our move, and I just want to go through them and cull what I can… and even then I will still have stuff that I have no proper home for.

Following on from a Facebook question from a member in a group I’m in, about kid-friendly wineries on the Peninsula, my ears immediately perked up and I formed a plan. I have been hanging to go to a winery in these parts since our move, and now with Spring upon us, and then the addition of ‘what to do for Father’s Day,’ I went through the list to see where we could go as an experience, rather than just get Hubbie a present for the day.

It was meant to be Hickinbotham. It was the first number I called from the list of kid-friendly wineries listed, and they were able to book us in for a set lunch.

Well, the weather was not Spring-like, not one bit. It was very windy, there was sudden rain at times, and it was cold.

But the winery, was wine-like. Authentic and vintage, relaxed and unpretentious. It was perfect.

And Hubbie LOVED it. Absolutely loved it.

And we kind of decided that experiences are the way to go. Yeah, sometimes you don’t mind a gift, and sometimes you even really want something really bad…

and then other times, you just want to splurge. And we did.

Hubbie is one fussy man, so to get points off him…

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was present enough.

#546 After the party

Today Hubbie and I were in FINE FORM.

It was a sunshine-y day. There was NO PARTY. No family, and no friends about.

We pumped the music LOUD. Actually, from two stereos – one from his car in the garage as he stored away spare chairs and tables from inside and tidied up from that end of the house, and me with the inside stereo, throwing up the volume as I washed, and cleaned, and tidied, and sucked every pesky crumb from the carpet I could find as I vacuumed with such jolly, ALL OVER THE PLACE.

And we couldn’t have been happier.

Because as much as we love throwing parties – damn it’s good when it’s over, your house returns to some sense of normality, and suddenly, the pressure is OFF.

No rush, no stress, no freaking pulling my hair out.

Just memories, a lot of mess, and ahh moments.

Ahhh. ‘Til the next birthday…

#501 Couch time

Usually when I drop off baby girl for 5 hours at kinder, it is usually GO-GO-GO for me. Grocery shopping, a Zumba session at home, some kind of cleaning/tidying house stuff, followed by lunch, more clean up, and then hopefully some writing if I can manage it before pick-up time.

Today was very different. I’ve been feeling unusual lately. Out of sorts. I decided I needed a break from the rush and routine, and knowing that it was the last time I’d be on my own like that for a few weeks, being the end of term 2 and all, I decided to really milk it.

I still had a snack and tea when I got home, as is the norm. But then I sat. I read magazines, flipped through the newspaper, all while I sipped my tea and had Bold and the Beautiful on in the background.

Then I moved to the couch, wholeheartedly now devoted to the TV, and watched MORE B&B. Snuggled up under the couch’s throw. This then changed to a recent episode of Shark Tank, a programme I am absolutely obsessed with. I LOVE IT. I have to catch all episodes, and laughing and staring in bewildered shock, even crying at the shows I watched today, was just bliss. So, so necessary. I never give myself proper couch time, because well, Mum-guilt, always feeling like I really should be doing something more time-serving, important and responsible… But, it was just one of those days. Outside it was FREEZING, and snuggling up to myself on the couch, watching some great shows, was the perfect way to spend an hour or so.

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And for the record, I cried in Shark Tank when a man was telling the sweet story of how he has dedicated his life and earnings to an invention that literally, will save the planet (even the Sharks nearly cried), and in Bold I was oh-so-emotional over Liam and Steffy getting back on track in their relationship. I’m about 2 months behind Aus’ episode run, which is already behind the US’ of about 3 months, so bare with me if I sound terribly out-of-date. Let’s just say when it comes to B&B, I’m invested.

I really don’t need shows on my planner, waiting for me to watch them. But also, if I didn’t have anything I NEEDED to catch up on, I don’t think I would ever sit down and give myself some down time. I would always be on the go, and I would never have a proper, wind-down, break.

Ahh. You just need those days every once in a while.

#484 Half-day Happiness

Today, in our fair state of Victoria, we had what’s known as The Queens Birthday public holiday.

It always falls on a Monday, usually I think, the second one of June. It usually has the majority of workers staying at home, giving a well-deserved and much-needed long weekend break from the already overwhelming Melbourne Winter that really started months earlier.

However there are those unfortunate ones, who work at shopping centres, or at petrol stations, and other almost 24/7 establishments, that don’t get a day off on that day.

Instead, they get overtime 😉

One such person to get this, is Hubbie.

Now usually, my primary concern is days off, NEVER the ‘mula.’ As it is we only ever get one day off a week together, and sometimes that day becomes a big, fat ZERO. None. Nada. Nista. We are much too busy enjoying life and going out and drinking coffee like the true coffee snobs we are, and putting $2 coins into every shopping centre ride baby girl wants, than to worry about ‘money.’

However. Things aren’t now as they always used to be. We have a mortgage. We want to renovate the house (and we keep finding things that need renovating too), and then there are the unplanned for payments, like teeth that need to be removed and replaced, and what-not.

So, both Hubbie and I were glad for once, that he was working today.

I thought I would be cool; I thought I would be happy. And I was. When I saw him for lunch though (he drives home since it is so close) I felt a bit sad that he was going to be heading back to work soon, and it would be hours ’til baby girl and I saw him again. Sure, I could go out. But it was so grey and dreary, drizzly and uninviting outside of the windows, that home was the only place I could imagine being.

And yet, it was simultaneously making me depressed about being on my own.

Yeah. You know all those posts I wrote recently about being sooooo happy to have downtime and be on my own? I think it’s already worn off. So when about 30 minutes after Hubbie headed back, I got a message from him, my spirits started to lift.

‘I’M NOT STAYING ‘TIL SIX.’ (Various happy and celebratory emojis followed)

I, was rapt. WE, were rapt. And when he walked through the door, just before 3pm, baby girl and I did a huge “YAY!”

Gratitude comes often when your expectations are low, and when you practice being grateful in the midst of what you do not have. Case in point today. It’s the little things, but they sure did make our afternoon a very sweet one 🙂