#764 Games with our girl

We spend so much of our lives, rushing from A to K to Z, thinking of the future, reminiscing about the past, and constantly in a state of planning, that we often forget to live, engage and be in the present.

It’s synonym is gift for a reason.

I always have things to do. I guess, duh Fred, EVERYONE’S life story. I guess my point is, in my spare time I rarely am lounging about watching hours of TV on end. I try to limit my social media use when it is just aimless trawling trawling trawling through news feeds. Recently I’ve begun planning out my days meticulously, so I can get in the maximum number of productive seconds, minutes and hours out of it that I can while baby girl is at kinder. This usually involves Zumba, some kind of writing, and then doing some sort of house-related organisational activity, a work in progress that is 18 months growing following our move (still!)

But just as I am always trying to tick things off my never-ending eternal to-do list, so am I realising I need to sometimes, just stop. Sit and DO nothing, for like, 5 minutes. Go through that mag that’s been sitting on the coffee table.

Play with baby girl.

I am very aware of her words to me. I am also aware of phrases I use like “I’m too busy,” “I can’t now” and “after.” I don’t like to use them, and then again, at times you can’t avoid them. You will be in the throes of something, let’s say dinner, and if I were to stop and go and play with baby girl’s barbie dolls, well our dinner would end up being blackened chicken schnitzel with burnt mini pizzas and soggy vegies.

But as was the case today, I stopped. Baby girl asked if we could play an exciting game, and I paused – I am so used to thinking of what I am doing next that I didn’t even realise that there was nothing I had planned for that moment – and said “sure. Let’s play.”

She was to be sleeping beauty, and I was to get her Anna, Elsa, and another barbie doll, and wake her up by presenting to her the Prince. I did just that, getting the dolls to wake her up off of the carpeted floor, but she did her trademark “no, like this,” and showed me by kissing me on the nose, that she was expecting a kiss from Prince charming himself.

I smiled. Okay then.

I instructed her to stay there on the floor, then ran off to her room to get something. Back I came, with her dolls, and doing some pretend doll voices, the dolls then presented the Prince to a sleeping, Beauty. He leant down, gave her a kiss… she woke up…

And it was her Captain Feathersword doll.

The look of wild hilarity and fun spread across her face as she refused his ‘advances,’ and we doubled over on the floor cacking ourselves silly. I took the turn of being Sleeping Beauty then as she presented the feathery pirate to me, and then in my subsequent turns of finding a Prince for her, I presented to her my original 90s Ken Barbie, who honestly I thought was as good a Prince as any, but she said “yuck!” and on second thoughts and looks I realised that in his 90s bow-tie suit he looked more like a 40 year-old Dad figure than a suitor. Fair enough.

The last dude I found for her was also Wiggles themed, palm-sized Lachy doll from the latest group incarnation. “Here you go,” I mimicked the dolls, placing him on her face for a lip smacker.

“No Lachy, yuck!” she squealed, and we doubled over again in laughter, laughing more because we were there watching each other laugh and cry laughing. It was GOLD.

Tonight after all the cooking and cleaning and getting ready for the next day, I miraculously found some spare time. And I didn’t fill it with stuff on my to-do list. I turned to my private ‘me’ list, and sat at the table to read the Peninsula Kids magazine we had received at kinder that day.

Sure, I was reading articles written from fellow bloggers I knew and people who I had read about online. It was kinda like homework. But still, I was reading, I was engaging, and I was growing. And all the while a few metres away, Hubbie was creating his own game with baby girl – chasing her around the table, pretending to be distracted by something else and then running for her, until he would catch her in a bear hug, pull her into the couch, and then it would start all over again.

I sat there, reading amidst the laughter and the love, glad that she had had a full day of games, memories and love. I wasn’t in complete peace amidst the noise, but also somehow, I was.



#760 Sales

Don’t you just love a good sale? Oh, the excitement that follows an email link, a mass sms notification, or a postcard invite in the mail, telling you to put a certain day aside, because –


I got one such sale invite a while back, in the form of a postcard. And what made me more excited, than the realisation I could possibly get some things I’ve been needing to, and the fact that it was on a day baby girl was at kinder, was the further realisation that…

It was the day after pay day.


So today, after kinder drop off, I headed over to Adairs. It’s a huge shop in our town, with an ultra-modern fit-out, and very on-trend. I think even men can be supremely overwhelmed and impressed by what they have on offer (it’s true, Hubbie said so, true story) and so knowing I would be in such a store on my own, lapping up all the beautiful sights and decorative inspiration, well it made me go, ahhh.


What made me even more ahhh was the purchases I made. I was really good and only got one other thing other than what I went in for, which is a feat in itself. My main goal had been new toilet brush and toilet paper holders, and as lovely as they look, let’s face it I ain’t taking photos of toilet accessories to post online.

So instead I have for you my impulsive buy, which was really a good one since it was in a big basket of other like-things up near the counter – bargain:


A new set of pillow cases for our bed. Because what’s better than actually living more and dreaming big?

Oh that’s right. Having it imprinted onto your face while you sleep.



#745 Fixing the File

Today, something great happened.

That something, happened to be my filing cabinet.


Or should I say, THE’ Filing Cabinet.


Dum da dum! as baby girl would announce grandly. Why the looming impression though?

Here, I’ll tell you why… so begins my story…


We bought this filing cabinet a little while ago. When we got it out of its HUGE box once it was delivered, Hubbie pulled open the first draw and –


– the bearings started to fall out. All those little shiny silver balls just plopped all over the floor.

I was shattered. I mean, we had just bought it. This OCD gal was going to use it for all of her ‘papers,’ both boring (bills) and exciting (personal writing) ones. I had a 3 file cabinet. Now, it appeared I was down to 2.

The task of doing ANYTHING AT ALL about it immediately went into the ‘too-hard basket.’ I filled the bottom two drawers, with some amount of effort, knowing dejectedly that the top one was out of order, for who knows HOW long.

Finally, the other day, we went to the store we had got it from, and explained the story… I was a bit embarrassed in telling them this had happened to an item of furniture we bought there, simply because we had purchased this item…

1 year ago.


I mean. Come on. We did not have our shit together. Maybe it was the whole moving process and the aftermath of too much going on that made us go so undercover in the fixing of the file. Maybe it was Hubbie’s lack of handyman-ship. Maybe it was the kitchen reno that took forever to take off, and subsequently is taking forever to finish (notice I haven’t posted any before and afters?)

Basically, we were shit. This had taken too long, and I was at a point that if it didn’t get fixed soon, I would move out… with my 2 file cabinet.

Well, guess what? The staff at the furniture store were more than happy to help. The only problem was, the item was now discontinued. Well of course it was, it only took the turning of 2018 to get our arses into gear.

But, they were still fantastic. We threw some suggestions in the air, they in turn gave us options, and a couple of days ago, I came home from kinder drop-off, to find this at our door.


I haven’t ordered anything from ‘Hard to Find’ recently, I thought as I stared at the parcel suspiciously. I then noticed the weight of the package, and saw the recipients name, before breaking into an appreciative smile.

I got Hubbie to work today. Once again, the whole thing seemed ‘TOO HARD,’ as the metal railings they had sent us were shorter than the ‘affected’ one currently screwed in. But somehow, i-t  a-l-l  s-t-i-l-l  w-o-r-k-e-d.


WHAT? I am still getting over it myself, I know. Hubbie stood back for a moment before saying “there, good,” and running out the room (probably before it broke or something) while I stood there looking at my now working and functioning 3 file cabinet, saying out loud…. “is this when I cry? Do I cry now? I feel like I should cry… but my head hasn’t caught up to all of this yet.”

The top file does not run as smooth as the bottom two, probably because one side railing is shorter… but honestly I don’t care. IT WORKS.

OCD Happy Dance, OCD Happy Dance :):):)




#735 Down day signals end of Holidays

There was to be no major outing.

No beach visit.

No movies, or dinner out, or coffee café-ing.

No catch ups with friends.

No craziness.

Nil, Zilch, Nada.

It was the last day of our holidays together.

And though at first glance it may seem like it was a totally boring and uneventful day, we were really happy to just stay home for the majority of it, tidying up, unpacking our getaway bags, getting shit done, putting shit away, and just catching up on SHIT.

And when we did head out to grab some groceries, the most eventful part was baby girl going up to random people and asking “are you my best friend?” and then shouting “Mama!” repeatedly when I disappeared into another aisle without her.


It was a very cruisy and chilled day, but it was just as we liked it, which made it a success.

And as long as you like it, that’s all that matters.


Photo by tu tu on Unsplash



#722 Hubbie the handyman no. 2

What do you do when you get progressively sicker as the day wears on, so much so you give your cold-riddled daughter a run for her money?

Do you

a) whinge and moan about it? TICK

b) pity yourself the unfortunate luck that you should so fall sick at the beginning of your holidays? TICK


c) stay home and catch up on house stuff because there is not much else to do?


Although I did all of the above today, it was the latter that brought me any amount of satisfaction (as much as whinging helps ease the burden it didn’t make me feel any better about our predicament).

We never get many things around the house done when we are both working, with only the absolute minimum ever tackled. So the only good thing to come out of us being sick, was Hubbie getting started on a little job that has bugging him for quite some time.

Our side fence is faded and required a touch-up polish. The afternoon sunset batters this part of the fence majorly, and so we knew a freshen up would do wonders for it.



Hubbie’s shadow head as he is beginning to polish



The finished product.

It looks much more shinier and golden in person, definitely a healthier colour as opposed to the pale faded brown it was before. Another coat is needed, but a part of me hopes we get better and he doesn’t get to do it, instead of him doing it because we are still sick and pathetic at home…

Here’s hoping for only one coat these holidays.




#700 Woah!

Ok! WOW!

I actually was just going to be happy and grateful about relaxing at home and catching up on stuff on a Sunday, something I’m sure I have posted about before in one way or another, but then I came here online and was like, wait, what…???



So today, I am celebrating 700 days of gratitude. Some days are big gratitude, some days are small, but all in all I try, and at the end of the day, that’s all I can do.

And you can do it too 🙂


Photo by Mattias Diesel on Unsplash


#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 🙂