#1400 Ninety-three thousand words before midnight

Right down to the wire.

I F^&*ING did it.

Okay well I didn’t actual ‘do it,’ yet… if I did I would be bathing in Moet.

Remember that for when I get published. 😉

But tonight, was the night. It was the night I let go of the reins of the horse that has been gallivanting around in my head, vibrating from my fingertips, and taking up creative space on my computer for the past roughly 7-8 years.

Tonight was the night we submitted our full manuscripts!!!!

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Oh my.  I actually thought I’d be more nervous, but getting to this point has been gradual, what with submitting 5000 words of our novels at each submission point.

Relief is an understatement.

I am so glad for it to be off my hands for the time being… and having a break from, well what else…

NOT having to write anything.

Oh man. Right on time for Christmas and ALL. Goodnight 🙂

#1331 Dinner time rules

“There’s some new rules for dinner time,” Hubbie said as we started to eat.

“Yes!” I cried a bit too enthusiastically, looking over at our squirming baby girl. “Tell her.”

I had no idea what it was but I had a feeling we were on the same page.

“There is no more leaving the table when we eat,” he started. “It’s a new game.”

“And,” I added spontaneously, “you lose points. We all start with 5 points. If you leave the table you lose a point. The one with the most points at the end wins.”

We also decided that the only reason to get up and not lose a point was a toilet break. But otherwise, even if you went to get tomato sauce or grab some more water…

BOW BOM.

Down 1 point.

Baby girl sat still for a while… until she decided her rules were better. Her rules meant that she started with a billion points.

🤨 Right.

We kept telling her she was wrong, and she kept telling us she was right. Soon though, Hubbie added the clause… that if she sat still long enough and finished her meal (she had now lost ALL her points) well the more she ate, the more she would regain, until she got to 5 points again.

She ate her meal and got her 5 points back… and then asked for an extra point.

And shock horror… Hubbie gave it to her. Meanwhile I was playing TOUGH.

“No fair!” I yelled. “I sat here the whole time without getting up and I didn’t get bonus points.”

Well the weasler that she is, she weasled more points out of him until she had 9 in total.

“Crap,” I told them as I left the room to clean up. ‘This thing is rigged. Clearly you know someone.”

Baby girl took great joy in making fun of me. And I stirred them up as I argued my case while smiling at the same time. I was in the laundry and she was mocking me, telling me how she had 9 points, while I shot back that she had left crumbs under her chair… so she should LOSE ALL her points!

“No!” she yelled back at me. “It’s Tato’s rules.”

I called her over. “Baby girl come here…” she walked over and I whispered something in her ear. She giggled and walked back into the kitchen, where she said “Tato, Mummy says your rules are shit.”

I roared with laughter. Man it felt good to have my child ague back for me, lol. And the only reason why I said it at all, and she got away with it, is she knows we would kill her for saying such a phrase out loud, in the outside world… but only in those few walls.

Only because Hubbie rigged the game.

Ahh, life. What funny family moment has had you cacking up with laughter?

#1300 The Patron send-off

How perfect that our send-off party for my old work (note the use of old, not current  – I am well-adjusted and dealing with it) we have the next-level type of coffee drink to see us off…

Patron.

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Of course. It makes perfect sense. Patron liqueur, a combination of both coffee and tequila…

Arriba!

It was always going to be coffee related. Always. How can it not be when me and my work friends are involved? (note the use of work friends, present tense, not ex work friends… that’s because we’re forever friends 😉👊)

Yet I didn’t know it was going to be coffee related… until the shot was put in front of me.

And I thought “I really shouldn’t have this.”

But then I said “fuck it.”

No asterixes either. Just all foul mouthed.

And then it made perfect sense.

Coffee. Of course. It was the perfect send-off for me and my friends.

It makes sense, even if I don’t… 😂

 

 

 

#1217 Parenting under a disco ball

You know it’s hard having kids.

And a lot of parents nowadays shit me with their attitude about having them.

Because, they don’t get it, but… they want it ALL.

They wanna have kids, but they also want to have the exact same life they used to have before kids. They want mini versions of themselves, but they don’t want to do the work needed to actually raise them and be responsible about it all. They think having little people will be fun, but they want everything to be constant cupcakes, lollipops and games.

Guess what? Suck it up.

As my Mum always says… something has to give. You honestly cannot have it all. And I am a glass half-full gal talking here. And if you think you are managing to have it all…. guess what?

You are not ‘giving’ where it is important. Sorry not sorry.

What I am talking about has nothing to do with giving things up in your life. Sure, you can still do the things you enjoy… to an extent. You see, it is about a whole lot of compromise and sacrifice. Like, shitloads of it.

Things I was thinking of tonight as I was out with my family.

Because it was a family function you see, and we have no babysitters to look after baby girl for anything like this, like EVER… but also, baby girl being at the stage and age she is at, we actually want her to come with us.

So let’s say, our intentions lie somewhere there in the middle.

But boy, it is still HARD.

Especially when they find themselves pissed off for no apparent reason.

It was a roller coaster ride I swear.

It was frustrating, and tiring, and long, and honestly I was pulling my hair out at times, wanting to bash my head against the toilet cubicle wall, so shitty I became with some events of the night.

With the words ‘sacrifice’ going through my head.

So we did. In the name of looming beds, and family, and a happier child, we went home… we sacrificed. But not before baby girl pulled me onto the dance floor.

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And you see… as shit as times like this can sometimes be… that mirror ball and that girl, still make it all worth it.

All the sacrifice.

#1215 She’s a shooting star

I am sure I have a sixth sense.

I have known and felt it for a while, though to be honest I don’t think I have been honing it, or giving it the time it needs to feel it’s strong presence in my life lately.

Today I was reminded of it again.

You may remember I drew some hearts on baby girl’s hand some time ago… well my intention was to do that every day before school, but I was so busy preparing for my sister’s big birthday that I just, plain and simple, forgot every day.

I’ve only done it twice in total. And today finally, I decided to pull another piece of symbolic and motivational arsenal out of my parenting bag.

A star.

I asker her if I could draw a star on her hand, and of course she wanted both hands… so I stood there trying my damn-dest to draw the most even stars I could, with the cat meowing and the clock ticking towards 9am in the background.

We got to school and were near the locker bay as she was unpacking her things. Her teacher smiled and said hi to me… I’ve always liked her, in fact before I knew she was baby girl’s teacher, I wanted her to be baby girl’s teacher… we greeted each other, but today she seemed chirpier with me.

“Baby girl is getting the shooting star award today!”

“Really?!” my eyes widened. I was so happy I was stunned. “What for?”

“Well she is an independent learner, she puts her hand up and always tries, and is a great listener…”

“Wow.”

“Yeah I forgot to tell you earlier… can you make it to assembly?”

Well F*&k. On the one day I was across town ticking off jobs on my to-do list, this was happening. As rushed as I would be, I wasn’t missing this.

“I’ll make it!”

She told baby girl, who fell over backwards (she was on the floor already) when she heard this. She was excited. She finished unpacking and came towards me, all happy and giddy.

“Hey!” I started. “Your stars! How did I know you were getting the shooting star today?”

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I promptly took a photo. They were all in red for their Salvo appeal day, and my heart was already glowing a deep red knowing the future events of the day.

I arrived on time. Sat at the back of the big hall with the other parents witnessing their kids get awards. Each fortnight there is a group of kids from within the whole school who get a shooting star award at assembly. I had never been to assembly. But baby girl has never been called up on stage either.

Today she was first off the rank.

They called the award and her name, and I watched on, so bloody proud as she walked over, got her certificate, and then went to sit on the front of the stage… but before she sat down, she gave a wave to her friends in the front row.

Oh, darling. ♥♥

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It was the sweetest thing. She kept waving to her classmates… she wasn’t the only one, the other kids did it too… and I watched as she hugged her certificate close to her chest in happiness, in between waving to me, and then back to her friends.

Next certificate has to go to who was more excited about her shooting star award… me, Hubbie or baby girl herself. That’s a tough race. There’s some real competition there. 🙂

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#1203 Dancing into Winter

Let’s get warm peeps.

It’s the 1st of June.

Do we run laps? Put on the heater? Buy the latest fashionable woolen onesie?

How’s about we dance.

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Look, it’s not like we did it ALL night. But when we did, we picked a fast song, that went on for a long time, and when I sat back down at our table, I said to Hubbie, huffing and puffing –

“Exercise? Who needs exercise, when you can just put on a couple of fast folk songs and get moving…”

I paused.

”In heels!”

My new favourite fun Winter activity, to both warm me up and keep me active…

Because, SCREW YOU WINTER. 🖕

😆💃🏻🕺🏻👠

 

 

#1184 Can’t pass up Prince

I am passing a Cotton On Kids this morning as baby girl plays unknowingly somewhere in her school, 20 minutes away.

I see something. It grabs my eye. I stop. I gasp.

“F&^k off.”

“Get out of town.”

It all comes out verbally. I head inside. I look through clothes racks, close to the front-of-store mannequins, sure I am in the right spot but not finding that which I am looking for… finally I turn to the sales person and ask, “where is that top out the front?”

She shows me. I smile. I BUY IT.

After school I show it to baby girl… and she too LOVES IT.

So much so she immediately has to put it on.

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YES! She loves it she loves it.  🙂 Equally as funky as her Purple Rain Prince top is the army green trakkies I got her which were 50% off the second item, and suddenly, she is just rocking it.

I want pants like hers.

I promise I wasn’t buying for me… I promise I wasn’t living vicariously through her…

The girl genuinely loves Prince and his synthesizer.

😆🎶🎹