#1642 Day 144 of getting there: Happy August Memories

Today, I did some washing. Hung it in our backyard.

I baked some muffins. Scents of banana and cocoa filled the walls within our home.

I ripped out old plants and dying branches from flowers that desperately needed a good prune. I tidied it up…

To make our home look more pretty.

And it was all the more convenient and timely, that I did these random, but interconnected odd jobs, as the theme unifying it all was that of the home.

Tending to the home.

Using the home.

Filling up the home.

Because on this day 4 years, we bought this home.

I made the winning bid. When I think of that day, I have to shake my head in disbelief sometimes. It was 4 years ago, but many parts of that day are still so clear to me, even now.

I remember the well wishes I received the morning of the auction by some amazing family and friends.

I remember driving up with my Mum and baby girl… and being so nervous, that both Mum and I had to stop at a servo to pee on the way.

I remember arriving 15 minutes into the inspection before auction. I remember the street being FULL of cars. I remember nosy neighbours walking off, having had enough of a sticky beak, not caring to see who would get the house.

I remember NOT ONE auctioneer approaching me as I wandered through the house for the final time before the dum dum daaaa! moment.

I remembered my sister seeing the view from upstairs and saying “it’s a great house” but saying it in a way like “shit, it will be competitive.”

I remember my bro-in-law saying similar words, saying he’d overheard a lot of interested parties talking about it.

I remember all of us standing outside in the front yard, with the strong Winter wind blowing around.

I remember baby girl running around the yard as the main auctioneer started his spiel, referring to her in his opening monologue.

I knew then, that that was a GOOD SIGN.

I remember him motioning to the water views behind us, while I secretly cursed him – “don’t remind them of the views!”

I remember him saying that the winning person could celebrate on the main street afterwards at one of the many cafes, and the desire was so strong in me then, because we had been to those cafes and those restaurants. We had walked those streets, we had holidayed here, and we had done our research.

We were ready.

I remember the auction beginning, and Mum standing near baby girl, watching her run around while mumbling under her breath that the price was going too high.

I remember my sister positioned closer to the nature strip, creating a barrier so that baby girl couldn’t escape.

And I remember my bro-in-law standing behind me, ready to whisper words of advice.

I remember staying quiet for a long time.

I remember the TOTAL SATISFACTION (this is SO clear to me) when I put up my hand, and made my first bid.

The auctioneer looked at me, and his expression conveyed something else.

I had come in later. He knew I meant business.

And I remember how when I made the second, third bid, one of the agents made a beeline to me, thinking he could now help me.

Huh. Where were you guys INSIDE the house?

I had my own agent behind me 😉

I remember holding that winning bid… and the auctioneer urging others to jump in… while I begged in my head “please no, just let it be over…”

Then, IT WAS OVER.

There was clapping. There was cheering. People around me were genuinely happy.

And we were over the moon!

Inside, a familiar face! I saw the agent I had been talking to leading up to that day… He had been hiding out with the owners, of course.

I signed contracts with shaky hands, and snapped a photo of the interior, with the price tag, to Hubbie.

HE WAS OVER THE MOON.

After celebratory photos with the auction board, we headed to the main street.

Mum, sis, baby girl and I had our celebratory coffees and treats.

And when we got home hours later, Hubbie was on cloud nine.

I remember all this so fondly, and I don’t think I can ever forget such a momentous day for us.

A day where we realised our big dream of sea changing, a day when we made it.

And so when baby girl snapped a sunset from my phone this evening (I’ve trained her well) I didn’t think much of it…

‘Til I previewed it later.

It was blurry. Much like a memory can be. But there was that lawn. I could still see that sign in my head.

The guy who was standing to the left of me… the two ladies on my right. The family of four who I thought of often, comprised of a couple with their two young girls, who walked off half-way through the auction…

I hope they found their dream house, just as we found ours.

Now there were different plants, different colours, and different people coming in and out…

And 4 years on, there’s no place we’d rather be. 💖🏡🌅🥰

#1641 Day 143 of getting there: early birthday surprise

I thought it was something entirely different when Hubbie announced today:

“Something’s at the door!”

I glared at him. Unfairly. Because a couple of days ago, I had told him that if any large-ish type parcel arrives, it is likely baby girl’s birthday present and we need to move it to a hiding spot pronto.

She gets excited about parcels, even if they aren’t for her… so it was of vital importance to hide it immediately.

After I finished glaring at his vocal announcement, I went to the parcel and saw…

My name, and baby girl’s name?

From my sister and fam?

Oh. Whoops. (Face palm).

Instead, it was an early birthday surprise.

It was so unexpected. It was early, but it came at the best time. I’d been feeling rather ‘blah’ about everything, so to sit down with baby girl (after apologising to Hubbie 🙃) and start going through the packages, well it lifted us right up.

Baby girl got some really cute gifts, and was absolutely rapt with his big girl make up/beauty case she got… and I received some really lovely and ‘me time’ gifts… a moisturiser, beauty bag, jewellery stand…

But the best gift of all, hands down, were the words.

The words in my sister’s card got me, good. I read it silently, and soon found the tears just flowing down my face.

Then, I was sobbing.

It hit me. Hard. I’ve known and been well aware that August was gonna be different this year. Hell I even forecast it as far ago as June, before this second lockdown…

But I didn’t know how hard, and how further isolated, we would get.

I am a party person. We are party people. We throw birthdays. We have people over. We go out. We entertain. And the only other time that I have not had a party for my birthday, was when I turned 30…

Why not, for such a big birthday, you might ask?

Well, because baby girl was born on that day. 🙂

Kinda a big reason.

This year, there is no good reason at all. I mean, corona is the reason… but it’s not a nice reason we’re missing out, is it?

Reading my sister’s sweet and heartfelt words, it just really hit me. I couldn’t contain the emotions anymore. The missing out.

The missing them.

The missing everyone.

The missing everything.

I am okay. I will be okay. And we will make up for this one way or another.

Today, I am so grateful for those words. Those words made me cry, but really, they lifted me today.

They reminded me that I can do it. I will do it.

We ALL will do it. Because there is so much happiness awaiting us on the other side…

It’ll be like magic when we get there. ✨✨✨

#1636 Day 138 of getting there: the ultimate zoom chat

I’ve had a lot of great zoom chats during this, and the first block of isolation (oh God we are onto the second block!)

But none quite topped the list like tonight’s zoom chat.

It was short, in that it was 30 minutes long.

But it was super super super sweet, because we were getting together online to celebrate my nephew’s 18th birthday!

And seeing all my family’s faces, wow!

I haven’t seen some of these people for like 5 months!

Some even LONGER.

We had drinks. We had blowouts that were super noisy. There was a commemorative real cake on the other end, that we all joked we wanted (of course we did!)

It was so amazing to have so many of us band together for my nephew, and I hope that tonight he is feeling all the love… even if it’s from a distance.

We had a LOT of fun too.

Happy Birthday. We’ll party with you soon… 😉🎉🎂🍻🥂

#1635 Day 137 of getting there: kissing those cheeks.

Oh. Oh. OHHHHH.

It was one of those days.

Shitty. Frustrating. Annoying.

So when baby girl came to me at my work desk to watch what I was doing, I had to do what I had to do…

I planted a few big kisses on her cheeks.

“Mmm.” I breathed in her scent.

Ever notice how amazing kids smell? They say babies smell divine, and I definitely remember that, but boy, can kids smell delicious too.

I grabbed her and started kissing her all over her face, to her laughter and protests.

“Stop!” She yelled.

So I stopped.

And she leaned her head in to me again, grinning.

An invitation.

So I grabbed her again and kissed her all over.

Immediately, my load was lightened. 😘😍💖💕

#1634 Day 136 of getting there: sweet things

It was one sweet thing after another today. 💖

I finally made the Nigella cake I’ve been meaning to make for the last two weeks. It’s a lemon polenta cake, and when I went to make it originally, I realised I was missing one key ingredient.

The POLENTA.

Fast forward to today, and I finished the deliciously sugary and citrusy dessert, eagerly waiting to dig into it for coffee time in the afternoon.

And afterwards as I went to casually check the mail… I found another sweet thing.

A sweet surprise… a letter from bestie!

But not for me. For baby girl.

😊😊😊

I showed her and she opened it, stunned, but also so happy. Her Dad helped her read it… stories about bestie and her hubbie at home, their gorgeous dog, and questions asking baby girl if she was missing school, and what her favourite song was? (That answer in itself is a whole essay!)

It was the sweetest of gestures to baby girl, and yet in some way, it probably meant a whole lot more to her parents. 💕

Coffee time came, and the cake was sickly sweet! But really moist and nom nom nom too.

I think Hubbie will be taking pieces to his work mates this week, because let’s face it, we ain’t seeing anyone else to help us with it!

But I will be sure to share the sweetness again, when this is all over.

All in all, a pretty sweet day. 😉

#1630 Day 132 of getting there: Show them what you love

I think one of the best pieces of advice I could give to any current or future parents, is this:

Show them what you love.

In particular, music.

Baby girl is exposed to a whole range of styles. From 70s/80s Queen, 80s Prince, Madonna of ALL ages, pop Justin Timberlake, melodic George Michael…

to contemporary music like The Weeknd, SIA, Ed Sheeran, Justin Bieber, Tones and I, and then there’s folk music, rnb music, UB40, songs from movies…

There’s a lot of different styles that she hears from us.

When you show your child what you love, you’re showing them what makes you happy. What makes you sing. What makes your heart soar.

You’re not actually sitting them down and saying “this is what makes me happy!”

It’s in the everyday moments. Putting the volume up for a song on the radio that makes you smile. Dancing in the kitchen because Funny How Love Is came on. Laughing along to that really annoying/catchy tune “Pump it Up,” and then turning everything into that song…

“You know clean it up, you have to clean it up!”

You’re making everyday moments come alive, you’re making them more fun, and most importantly, you’re making memories.

Like today for instance. Following a week of letting everything fall to the wayside in light of more important things, I was on a cleaning frenzy. I had Queen on, FULL VOLUME as I went about the house doing my thing.

I was in baby girl’s room changing her bedding, when Bohemian Rhapsody came on.

As the pivotal moment drew near…

“Oh mama mia, mama mia

Mama mia let me go…”

I quickly threw some things in her wardrobe –

“…Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me…”

I ran out of her room –

“…For me…”

And ran down the hallway

“…FOR ME!” I squealed as I skid into the kitchen, with baby girl charging in from the lounge room.

And then we proceeded to do THIS:

Oh it was fun! The hair clip in my hair was knocking my head we were jumping and head banging so much.

And it was so cool, that I knew I could depend on her to run in to meet me near the stereo… just as she knew she could find me rocking out to a classic tune.

It’s got nothing to do with making your kids like what YOU like. That I am totally against. Children should be allowed to make up their own likes, dislikes, interests and passions, without their parents, or anyone influencing them.

I am fascinated to see what kind of young woman baby girl will grow into of her own accord, not from someone else she has tried to be like, or from someone who has made her feel she should be like them.

NO.

It’s about showing them your passions. They should be their own people. At the same time, it’s no wonder there are so many kids out there who followed in their parents footsteps, either by doing a similar profession, choosing a similar path, a like-minded interest… because they watched them obsess, fixate, and enjoy that thing, while growing up.

Baby girl doesn’t need to write. She doesn’t need to read. She doesn’t need to love Queen all her life.

But by sharing what it is that you love with them, you show them what a meaningful, purposeful, and beautiful life is.

At the end of day, whether it’s a life path of not… Creativity.

The arts.

Passion.

Inspiration.

Love.

These are the things that make the world go round. Teaching our kids about them can only bring beautiful things.

At the very least, really funny head-banging memories. 😉

#1628 Day 130 of getting there: when she understands

I have no time to write, because I am writing elsewhere.

I’m trying to hit a deadline, and that deadline is tomorrow, by about midnight, though I hope to God I hit it by evening.

I’ve made soooo many sacrifices these last few days, but I’m so busy I can’t even write about them.

The biggest sacrifice has been from baby girl. I have even cut back on her schoolwork and tasks, so important this deadline is to me.

She’ll catch up, it’s cool.

But she has been unreal, and so understanding. I had to meet her in the middle though… as soon as I finished work today, we had a coffee break, we played dolls together for several minutes… and then my butt hit the couch to write on my laptop.

She didn’t whinge. She didn’t complain. She didn’t bug me. She even left me in peace to write and edit and re-think EVERYTHING, and I am so grateful.

But, it’s not over. Even though I’m grateful for her understanding today, I’m praying some of it extends to tomorrow, since I have to review and rewrite two more chapters, go over my entire manuscript again, write a freaking 1 page-synopsis condensing approximately 88,000 words, while trying not to LOSE MY MIND while doing it.

Here’s hoping.

#1625 Day 127 of getting there: facebook memories

We’re relying on technology so much nowadays, being separated from one another physically, and so it brought me much joy to see facebook spring forth a memory this morning.

I mean, I knew what day it was, I’m kinda counting the days to August (with nothing to really look forward to at this stage, let’s face it, but ‘eternal dreamer’) so I did realise it was the anniversary of our dear baby girl’s christening, from 6 years ago.

WOW. 6 years ago. Photos, with family and friends. My gorgeous baby girl, actually, a baby girl! Not 6 going on 13 as she wishes she were. Even a video was there, and I could hear the music in the background, was reminded of the joy of the event, and tried to imagine what it’d be like to be amongst people like that again…

No fear. All love. Happiness, laughter, good times.

Dancing. Memories.

I hope this virus passes soon, for everyone’s sakes. And then when facebook brings up 2020 memories in years to come, we’ll look back on all the masks, isolation woes, and toilet paper wars, shaking our hands and wondering if it was all a dream…

Or a nightmare. In the meantime, let’s look back on the memories, and look towards making new ones, hopefully soon…

#1620 Day 122 of getting there: everything and nothing

While waiting for baby girl to fall asleep tonight, I went over my day…

Looking for gratitude, as I do.

But… hmm. Nothing sprang to mind.

Hey, haven’t I been in this place before?

I sure have. Where there is nothing particularly enlightening or fascinating about the day, but at the same time, nothing is bad.

Things are good. Even amidst all this corona, things are good.

I reviewed some more of my day as I heard her breathing even out.

I had a great day with Hubbie and baby girl. Her home-schooling was finished early so that gave us the whole day to do… whatever.

We organised quotes for around the house. That was exciting (oh how very grown up we are).

I wrote.

I sent emails.

I caught up on STUFF.

I made yummy pasta with parmesan and pepper.

I pat Mister F.

We played Trouble… I won.

I heard from someone who really, didn’t need to call me, but she did… and it meant a lot to know, and feel that she really cared.

That, was lovely. 🙂

But other than that…

Oh, let’s not forget Bachelor in Paradise!

Hugs and kisses from my family.

Cuddling in baby girl’s bed at the end of the night.

And now, just chilling.

It’s nothing in particular. But it all amounts to something.

And these some things, are actually BIG THINGS.

It’s good. I’m happy.

So, I’m still grateful. 🙂

#1617 Day 119 of getting there: Step back in time

I took my own isolation advice today, based on my surviving corona post from some time ago.

I went through old photo albums.

Ok, little white lie… I didn’t actively seek them out for the sake of reminiscing. It was Hubbie’s request to find an old photo of himself with a certain hair cut, and I knew roughly which album it was in…

So I came down the stairs some time later, with two albums.

Because one wasn’t enough.

Not even two was enough! But still we sat. We searched. We laughed and laughed.

We were back in time about 15 years. 15 years! Do you know what can happen in 15 years?

Fortunately, a good sign… there were a lot of familiar faces. 🙂

Baby girl asked if every baby pictured was her, and when I told her it was her cousins, my nephews, she demanded to know why she wasn’t there!

“Honey, you weren’t ready to come out yet!”

“Yes I was, I was always ready!”

Oh LOL LOL.

What did I find, specifically?

Well, in all those familiar faces…

I found flared pants.

I found hair with so much foils it was practically blonde.

I found stupid/silly face photos (photos where you deliberately pull a stupid face… if you haven’t done it, this you MUST TRY!)

I found so many 21sts.

I found selfies… before there were selfies!

I found my nephews so small, they could fit in my arms.

I found my parents garage, filled with family, music and laughter, as was so common back when I was a teen.

I found a lot of drinks!

I found a lot of parties.

I found a lot of freedom.

I found a lot of happiness.

I found a lot of love.

And it made me think… looking through photos is one of the best things you can do right now. Even if you are going through really hard times…photos of happier times are honestly, the best thing we can show ourselves at this point in our lives…

Why?

Because life is a rollercoaster, just gotta ride it, as Ronan Keating sings. It goes up, it comes down.

Or like one of my favourite sayings,

“Good times and bad times have one thing in common… they never last forever.”

Universally, we all are going through a tough time, in one way or another.

So when we look back at these photos and remember how good things used to be…

You can remind yourself, they will be that way again.

Before we know it, we will be making more memories.

Pulling more stupid faces.

Dying our hair all kinds of crazy.

And in turn, making our future selves smile. 🙂

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