#1398 The holiday countdown

Today I counted:

5 more school days for baby girl…

And 10 more work days for Hubbie…

Until HOLIDAYS. 

As for me? Being currently unemployed means I am on permanent holiday… kind of.

Because we all know, the role of…

Mum

Wife

Chef

Driver

Nurse

Grocery shoper

Meal planner

Activity organiser

Buyer of all gifts EVER

Bill payer

Gardener

Cat scratcher

Bird singer

Answerer to all questions

Dishwasher

Cleaner

Human washing machine

General fixer-upperer

Bandaid applier

Garbage maintenance

Nagger (🤨)

Meteorologist

Decorator

Expert negotiator

Dresser

Photographer

Memory maker

Creative fibber

Multi-tasker…

Means I am on call 24/7… No matter where I am, who I’m with, whatever I’m doing, sick or healthy, working or not working, on holiday or not on holiday…

For the rest of FOREVER.

(Oh, I lied. I get an inch when I’m sick). 📏

It may sound like I’m complaining but actually I’m not. I can’t wait ’til we’re on holiday together and I’m the only one ‘on call’… 😉

 

 

#1348 The ice cream play date

Don’t worry. We knew what the forecast was going to be for today when we planned our after school activity.

I picked up baby girl from school this afternoon, shielding myself from the heavy sun, waved to the Mum of baby girl’s school friend… and then 10 minutes later we were parking alongside each other on the other side of the main street.

Our destination? Ice cream!

The girls took each other’s hand and walked down the lane way together. My heart was going aww aww aww and had ALL the feels.

And in no time: this.

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Everyone had the same idea. People were arriving at the ice cream shop left right and centre, and just as well we came when we did and nabbed a table, because soon the shop was PACKED.

IT WAS HOT.

I had my most finest parenting moment. Ever. IN THE WORLD. Baby girl started licking her ice cream cone after receiving it, and as I stood there placing my order, her ball of ice cream fell… onto the counter.

She had just gotten it. Just 30 seconds earlier. I stared at the ball of rainbow covered in hundreds and thousands… and plopped it back onto her cone.

But that’s not ALL. No. Outside it happened again… her ball of ice cream fell onto the table.

Again I sighed… paused… and then plopped it back on.

I knew the posh granny on the opposite table was looking at me. I could feel her disapproving eyes on the side of my head.

I ignored her. It’ll make baby girl tougher, after all.

I even told the other Mum there, what I had done… I was thinking, sure this is enough to gross her out of any future contact with me or baby girl. Eating ice cream off the table? What do they live in a tent? Eat off the floor? Drink their own shower water too? (Ewwww!)

But we are already talking another play date… so, phew.

Next time though, cup not cone, ALL THE WAY.

 

#1311 Proud Mama

I had to pick up baby girl earlier from school today.

As I entered the classroom after 3pm, I had temporarily forgotten it wasn’t her teacher I’d be seeing… that morning I had seen a man lead the class inside the building, and not only was it odd to be seeing a guy, with so many female teachers prevalent there, a guy wearing a formal shirt no less, but it was a guy wearing a shirt who in a matter of some minor movements, gesturing towards him as the kids followed, I realised was the type of guy, rather, the type of teacher, who despite being nice, also meant business.

I remembered all these observations as I wandered in this afternoon. I looked out at the kids: they were seated immaculately, almost with the same measurement of distance between each of them throughout the room.

I realised, amused, that this was the kind of teacher that made you feel like you couldn’t wait to get your regular one back. He was the kind of teacher who didn’t let the kids choose, jump up as they liked, and muck about because they felt like it…

This teacher, chose for you.

I introduced myself to him and told him I had arrived to take baby girl a bit earlier. He asked where she was and I pointed her out to him… and as she saw me and began to stand and get her bag, he told me something.

She had won a prize! “Do you mind if I say some words before you go?”

Of course! 

He motioned to the board as well, and I saw that written on it was her name with two other kids names, as well as the title “outstanding behaviour.”

YOU CAN MAKE ALL THE FUSS YOU WANT.

I stood there as he told the class that baby girl was getting a prize for her outstanding effort that day, and proceeded to draw out one of those Woolies seed pods they are handing out at the moment. She looked up at him, a bit stunned but happy, and said a sweet ‘thank you.’

Yep. That’s my girl.

It wasn’t so much that she got a prize, or even that her name was up on the board for outstanding behaviour… it was that he, a teacher who had only met her that day, who didn’t know her at all, who had a clean slate with her and who came into the classroom completely unbiased, was able to ascertain that she was pretty awesome.

She was outstanding.

But to me, that is always the case. ♥♥♥♥

#1276 Birthday shopping

Shopping yesterday… and shopping today.

What am I meant to do anyway? Like I am buying a billion things for baby girl’s parties as I run around here, there and everywhere, so it cannot be expected that I will forget about moi…

Not when it is my birthday too!!!

Let’s just say between the last two days, I have a birthday outfit, somewhere. 

Don’t be jelly yet. Motherhood has made my aesthetic thread needs fall majorly to the wayside this year. That and all my recent ills and sores, and I am waaayyyy deserving of some retail therapy.

I am starting to really enjoy birthday month 😊

Too right. 😉

 

#1268 Two steps forward, one step back

A little bit different and backwards to the Paula Abdul and random cat song, Opposites Attract…

“I take, two steps forward, I take two steps back…”

But that is what we are here, we are different. Good for some… not so for others.

Good for baby girl, because she had two bits of good news today… she moved two steps forward. Firstly she moved up a word group level at school, already so soon after having moved up not so long ago, so she was stoked, as were we.

And then after school she moved forward again, when she was at swimming and moved up to another swimming group! She had been getting tested by the walking swimmer-all-overseer, and when the woman bobbed down to tell her the good news, after having watched her give her all, diving like a fish, kicking like a kangaroo and putting everything she had into doing an olympic time across the swim lane, baby girl yelled “YIPPEE!” before doing a massive splash into the shallow end.

I knew what was going on before the woman came over to tell me.

I was so happy for her. I still am. She is heading into the BIG POOL.

Dum da dum dum.

But I am sad for myself because it is August and I am sick! Sick.

“I take two steps back…

More like ‘one’ step. WAAAA.

But you know what? Like all of Motherly sacrifices, I would rather it be her, than me…

It’s still crap. I am just hoping like the song goes…

“But when we get together it just all works out.”

 

#1144 Going back to bed

Right. So I didn’t really get a chance to sleep in today.

But I got the next best thing.

I shouldn’t have received anything extra. But then again, baby girl shouldn’t be sick in the last week of term either.

But, she is. I got up as usual, making her lunch, hopeful she would feel better today…

I crept into her room…

Kissed her head…

Whispered a “good morning…”

Her eyes flickered open. She groaned.

“Honey… are you feeling better? Or you think you need to stay home?”

“I’m still sick.”

Which is how my situation came to be. I tucked her back in, told her to sleep as long as she wanted to…

And I went back to bed. I didn’t exactly sleep…

But I lay.

And that was the next best thing 🙂

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Photo by Yuris Alhumaydy on Unsplash

#1139 Let’s hear it for the girls

I had the best girl sessions this afternoon and evening.

And I mean that in the most loving, nurturing, funny, compassionate and fulfilling way… not in a girl-sesh lesbian way. 😆

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

The girls who made the second half of my day great did it naturally, casually, without great parade or gusto… it just came so easily to them.

It came so easily, because they were just being, them. And by being them, their presence immediately made me feel at home.

The first girl I had the pleasure of spending quality time with was my own one…

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After school finished, baby girl and I took our coffee break to the balcony upstairs. When she decided to forego the chairs, I followed suit, and we sat on the panelled floor together. The entire afternoon we just chilled… looked at photos together… she drew and I read… we talked… and when I was getting ready for the second part of my evening, I put pink lipstick on her. 💄👄

Our afternoon together filled my soul. 🥰

But that wasn’t the end of it, not by a long shot. I caught up with my high school besties for dinner at a European restaurant, and I went from coffee at home with my girl…

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… to Turkish coffee with my girls, at a Turkish restaurant, of course.

(Can anyone read this coffee for me? 😉)

A day that had started with me going all Mama-bear and “grrr!” at the perceived threat to my baby girl at school that morning from another not very nice girl, and then dealing with the subsequent rage and physical emotions of not knowing how to help her and driving myself MAD over it, well, it ended with a total 180 shift.

Fun. Frivolity. Laughter. D&Ms. Serious words. Thought-provoking statements. Gasps! It happened with all my girls today, and it made me so much more appreciative of the women in my life, and what they bring to me, all the time.

We need women in our life. We need them in the form of our Mothers and Sisters, Daughters and Grandmas, Cousins and…

Friends. Let’s never forget friends.

Gather as many of these women as you can, and keep them in your tribe for moments when you need help, inspiration, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to laugh yourself silly with when the token belly dancer decides to shake her finely toned booty near your face.

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Yes. Let’s hear it for ALL the girls. 👭👭