#1978 Corn chips and pistachios

Something that makes me happy, time and time again on a Friday night, with or without lockdown, is this.

CORN CHIPS and PISTACHIOS.

They make me sooo happy.

This is how it goes:

Everyone goes to bed. Hubbie because he works Saturdays. Baby girl because, well she’s 7.

I creep into the kitchen. Take out a bowl and pour CCs into it.

(Now I need to pour, because God help me if I eat from the bag, it will ALL be gone).

Then I take my little Tupperware container of pistachios, and after I’ve finished the corn chips, slowly (savouring every bite I might add, while I do things like write and watch Netflix) I use the empty bowl to put all my empty pistachio shells in.

And I am in absolute heaven.

This is Mum time. This is ME time. It makes me so happy, and this little routine act really cements that it’s the end of the working week, and the beginning of free days ahead.

Ahhh.

I have a little joke with Hubbie. He laughs when he opens the bin early the next morning to find all these pistachio shells just sitting there. 😂😬

Oh well. 🤷‍♀️

#1893 No work tomorrow

Need I say more?

Ok, just a bit. Coming off the back of school holidays (i.e. no solo ‘me time’ AT ALL), also the fact that this day off is butted onto the end of the week, that happens to be the best day ever, Fri-yay (insert my Friday post from last week!) I am pretty chuffed that I have the house to myself for 6 hours tomorrow.

#1883 Feet up

I don’t know how I rigged this.

But I’ve been relaxed and seated on the couch for like, 2 hours, doing my OWN thing.

Netflix. Writing. Photos.

Feet up.

No one is bugging me! And they’re awake!

Shhh… Or they’ll hear us.

You know, they.

THE FAMILY.

🤣

#1856 Writerly wanderings

Finally, a DAY OFF.

A day without jobs. A day without appointments. A day without anything really urgent to do, where I could just let my feet lead me wherever they felt the pull.

It was EXACTLY what I needed.

I dropped off baby girl at school. The clouds were parting, and the sun was already starting to kick in. I kinda drove aimlessly, yet at the same time knowing precisely where I was headed.

To the water.

I walked. I sat. I looked around. I thought. I felt the burn in my legs as I walked up stairs, up red-earth cliff faces that showed sand and dust so raw and bright as the earth’s core.

Later I went to the grocery shop… sure, a job, but I did it slowly, and ambled around the store, with more ‘me time’ in mind…

I got myself a takeaway coffee, and at home headed up to the balcony to research, edit and read and write, for almost 2 hours.

Ahhh.

I felt at home. When everything else around me crumbles and falls, things don’t work out the way I’d like, and the future feels uncertain, confusing, and I feel lost… my writing makes me happy.

It’s that one guarantee, that one escape, that one thing, that makes me so light and free.

It makes me feel at home. The process brings me such joy, and I don’t even need to tell you what I did the rest of the day…

Because wandering, writing, musing. Bringing myself back to centre, made me, ME again. That is enough.

😁💖

#1830 Me time, beach time

At least once a year, I try to do a beach visit ON MY LONESOME.

You might think that is soooo easy living by the beach and all… but let me explain.

I am a Mum, so I have Mum duties. Baby girl has to be at school.

I am a wife, so I have wife duties. Hubbie has to be at work.

I do everything else around the house, so like, it has to be a chore ‘light’ day…

I work, so it needs to be a work free day.

We live in Melbourne, so we need to have good weather…

😮😮🤣🤣

AND if all of THAT wasn’t enough, we are living in the time of corona, so we need Dan to let us go to the beach!

Phew. That’s a long list.

Can you see why I only aim for once a year?

Maybe in due time, more solo visits will be possible. Maybe yes, maybe no.

All I know is, I chilled for an hour or two…

read a book…

dipped my toes into the warm water…

let the sun beat down on me…

and closed my eyes to the swirl of waves, wind and little kids squealing around me.

The sound was so full. But my mind was so peaceful. 💖🏖

#1771 ‘My’ day, ‘their’ day

At first I really wanted to bring baby girl along with me.

But the coronavirus restrictions imposing a guest limit, turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

Of course the thought of her being there beside me made me happy. It was a bridal shower. It was a girls girls girls afternoon out, with pretty and dainty cakes, various tones of mauve and blush, and a beautiful entry into the delicate, finer and charming things in life.

But like I’d said. Restrictions on numbers meant adults only.

Days leading up to the event, it dawned on me.

Hell yeah! I deserved a beautiful afternoon out where I could relax and enjoy, indulging in some fine food, gorgeous company and pretty surroundings.

Sans child. Without the usual –

“Put that down!”

“Don’t touch the cake, it’s not time yet!”

“Keep your voice down!”

“SHHHHHH!”

“For the love of God, stop!”

Yeah, that.

And so I did. I had a beautiful afternoon as expected. It was relaxed and leisurely, sunny and funny, and perfect for a Sunday in December.

Turns out I wasn’t the only one who had a great day.

Hubbie and baby girl ended up having a Daddy-Daughter day.

Like I said, blessing in disguise, for us ALL.

Because they don’t get a lot of time, just them two, together. It’s usually baby girl and I, and a couple of days a week it’s all 3 of us…

So today was kinda special. 😍

They did grocery shopping. They bought my Chrissie pressie… and kept the secret to themselves.

She scrapped her knee running, and cried. He picked her up, put Dettol on her wounds, and bandaged them up.

She talked and talked and talked. She told him things, he listened. He admired how much she’s grown.

How much she is growing up each and every day.

And this evening, as I watched her apply the brand new lip balm that her Dad had bought her, on him NO LESS, well I got a little emotional.

Leaving them alone was the best idea ever. 💖💖

#1762 It’s my cherry pie

Mmm mmm.

I haven’t had this cherry pie, like ALL YEAR.

And with the year we’ve had, you know that’s no exaggeration.

I walked into the renovated cafe off the main street this morning. I haven’t had anything there since, well, note the above (ALL YEAR).

But back when I ventured through its doors the cafe was poky, but had charm.

And it had a massive cherry pie through the display case, just beaming up at me.

😍🍒🥧

Today when I walked through, the cafe was open and airy.

No pokes anymore.

I looked through their new display case.

And found a smaller cherry pie.

They weren’t cutting slices anymore. Now, they were individual serves.

Oh. So. Pretty.

Still as delightful. Still as delicious.

And luckily for me, still the same cherry pie.

#1706 Day 208 of getting there: alone again

It’s been something like 4 months since I’ve had alone time.

I mean alone in the sense of, no hubbie, no baby girl, and NO WORK.

Proper, nothing time.

Because things have been so up and down lately, I didn’t even plan my day out.

It was all, go with the flow.

Enjoy a coffee in the backyard.

Pat the cat Mister F.

Talk to the bird orange-cheeks.

Have a big ol’ long convo on the phone.

Potter around the house.

Watch TV.

Lunch on the balcony.

Meditate.

It was a real chill, real down and taking it easy day, and I very much needed it. 💖

#1612 Day 114 of getting there: So much freedom in lockdown

Lockdown part 2 for us here in Melbourne.

There’s even the potential, (SHOCK HORROR!) of a stage 4 lockdown approaching soon if the corona cases don’t stay low low low.

But something occurred to me today.

While I worked from home, in my trakkies.

When I I had to run to the garage to take out the Dory table and chair for baby girl to enjoy in the backyard, and I didn’t even have to put my work Skype on “be right back.”

When I had home-made soup for lunch… I just grabbed what was in the fridge.

I know those are all fairly work-related-from-home cases, but there is so much more.

So many more great things about being in lockdown.

We get to cheat… at EVERYTHING.

At life.

You don’t have to drive the kids to school. Sure, the home-schooling is ‘interesting,’ to be diplomatic.

There are no early morning lunches. No freezing wake-up calls with frost on the windows.

There’s no barking at kids to get out of the house on time.

Your pets get all the love.

There’s no rush, generally. There’s no more ‘job-hopping’… run here, grab this, quickly do that before flying across town for that other thing.

Sleep-ins on days off are more acceptable. Remember, there is not much to do.

Other than think of yourself. Your household.

Baking. Cooking. Yummy treats.

Baths. ‘Me time.’ Paint your nails.

Read a book… read all the books!

Just Netflix. Watch old DVDs. Crosswords. Knit a scarf.

Start an exercise routine.

For ALL the times that we wanted to chill… we can now chill.

For ALL the times that we wanted to just do nothing… we can now do nothing.

For ALL the times we wanted to have time for us… we now have time for us.

For ALL the times we wished we could hibernate in Winter… we can now hibernate in winter!

You can take some extra breaks if you’re working from home. A couple extra coffees here and there to keep you sane. (I’m not saying I do it, just saying, you know ;)).

People keep talking about restrictions restrictions restrictions, lockdown lockdown lockdown…

But did anyone stop to think of the tremendous freedom we now have to do what we like?

To be free of our usual responsibilities and rushed go-go-go life, to now do what we like?

I know life goes on, and I know there are still things to do… but let’s face it.

There is a lot LESS.

And much more time, to just pick and choose.

Take that approach with you for the rest of this so-called ‘lockdown.’

More like, ‘WIND DOWN.’

I like it. 🙂

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#1557 Day 59 of getting there: a day for my book

I go from one hat, to another hat, to another hat.

ALL DAY LONG.

Work hat. Mum hat. Teacher hat. Cleaner hat. Chef hat. Pet owner hat. Wife hat. Washing hat. (Did I say cleaner hat?)

Emotional hat. Maintenance hat. Finance hat.

Where is my ‘me’ hat?

Sure we are in lockdown, but all it means for me is I’m doing everything from home now, instead of leaving the house for things that I used to.

It’s now the work and the home schooling, as well as trying to do all of the normal everyday tasks that keep the house running,

I jump from one thing to another thing to another thing, all without taking a breath.

Overwhelmed is an emotion I am all too familiar with.

I asked myself the other night “where is my ‘me time'”?

Sure, I do this at night. Everyone goes to sleep. I blog, I journal.

Other times I am so spent I watch my guilty pleasure Bold and the Beautiful on repeat, or just scroll aimlessly through social media.

But then, that other big question… the question that I’m sure A LOT of us has thought at one point or another during this lockdown…

What is it for?

What is the point? Where am I placing my valuable time, and is it leading me in the direction I want to go?

Or have I fallen into routine, and need to be reminded of that which makes my heart sing?

What about my book?

Yeah, MY BOOK. That thing I was working on ’til early this year, which I then left because ‘feedback overload!’ All well and good, but with so long a break, it was time to ask the question again.

‘What about my book?’

A new plan. A new decision. A new routine.

A new hat. A writing hat. 🙂

Wednesdays was now going to be my BOOK day.

It doesn’t matter how much (or how little) I spend working on my novel… but from now on, I’m going to be announcing to the house my intentions, and ordering them all to leave me alone for as long as they can muster!

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Today it was about 80 minutes… not bad. It was baby steps. I first had to remind myself of where I was at, re-reading feedback from writing pals, and taking notes to ‘up the ante’ of my story.

Even if I do one line, each Wednesday…

I am doing something. I need to be easy on myself. I know how I work.

Life can get away from us. But if I can try stick to this new routine, all my Wednesdays will surely amount to something.

They will amount to much more, than doing nothing.