#1587 Day 89 of getting there: my Friday night vice

I must admit.

I have a vice.

It’s been with me, like ALL MY LIFE.

It is…

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Corn chips.

I can’t get enough.

But… I try to stop myself.

For the last little while now, after a pretty long time of not eating any corn chips, I’ve been… treating myself.

Every Friday night. When everyone else is in bed, I pour myself a bowl of delicious, crunchy, tasty corn chips, get comfortable on the couch, with laptop/remote/phone/book all of the above, and I have the best time.

It is oh so simple, but OH SO GOOD.

Why do I pour into a bowl? Well it’s obvious isn’t it. If I ate from the packet I wouldn’t be able to stop. In my teenage years, I have been known to devour an entire packet of corn chips, and no I ain’t talking those little fun size packs either.

The packages I eat from are WAY more fun.

So that’s me and my Friday night… rocking on.

LOL.

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That could be me… but it isn’t… but it could be… 🙂

#1560 Day 62 of getting there: the 2 night countdown

Tonight I got her to bed.

So it’s only 2 nights left.

2 nights left before… normality begins again.

Before school begins again.

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Baby girl’s bedtime routine used to be sooo much easier pre-corona. She would be tired from the school day, after-school activities, and with our general life and running around, that falling asleep happened quickly.

Now? Now she gets up whenever she wants.

She goes to bed late.

Sleeps on average 11 hours, if not 12 some days. And when I’m trying to get her to sleep, she is stalling with every thing she can.

“One more game?”

“Can you do the puzzle with me for just a minute?”

“Just a quick story.”

“Can I tell you a quick story?”

“Can you lie in bed with me?”

Let me tell you, nothing is ever quick. Something that is meant to take 2 minutes, will always take 10.

Even when I get her in bed, and lying down…

Suddenly, there are life questions she has to ask.

She will reveal something I didn’t know, so of course I need to probe with “when did this happen?”

Or there will be a funny story that she has to share.

And the heart tugger… “Mama… I love you.”

She’s a clever one. She manages to steer the topic away from sleep constantly, and gets me sidetracked a lot.

I’m getting tired of it. I’m tired, of her not being tired at night.

I am ready for her to be tired again.

Let’s do this! 2 nights to go…

#1506 Day 8 of getting there: The home/work convenience

Today I am simply grateful for the convenience of work… at home.

I roll out of bed, wash my face, get dressed in my trakkies and my hoodie, and head downstairs to log in.

That’s it. I’m at my work desk.

At first I was truly uncertain as to how it would all go. Working at home, and trying to keep baby girl busy while doing a new job, at that?

It has gone well, amazingly. Sure, some days she will yell at me to come to her, only to show me the urgency of a passing cargo ship.

Really?

Other times she will hug me 16 times, and stand by me while I try my hardest to concentrate.

Other times she will play with puzzles on end.

Watch a movie.

Take a walk in the back yard with Mister F.

I am so grateful for her compliance, as much as I am grateful to use my toilet, eat food from my fridge, and make tea/coffee as many times as I want to.

I think I can get a bit too used to this… 🙂

#1492 Turn to simple things in times of stress

Seriously… this stuff can’t be written.

Though you could maybe imagine a great sci-fi book running along the lines of –

“mega virus spreads across the globe, sending people into a panic as more and more towns, cities and countries self-isolate, close borders, cancel all events and people go mad buying EVERYTHING in the shops.”

Yep, you could imagine that on a book’s blurb.

But not the toilet paper. No one could EVER have foreseen the toilet paper.

It truly does feel like a very weird dream. So unbelievably surreal.

I sway from ‘this can’t be happening,’ to ‘oh f*^$ I don’t want to use public transport tomorrow.’

Everyone and everything is coming to a halt. Forcibly. Never have I witnessed such a thing, and the unpredictability of the beast has us all scratching our heads, yelling out loud, or running around like chickens with their heads chopped off.

I was happy then, to try and make life normal today… if only a bit.

One of those things was being a parent helper at baby girl’s school. I know, I know. Even Hubbie was like – “wash your hands well after.”

It was something I promised long ago, and not being at work today, made me all the more available for the reader-helper task.

Baby girl was rapt. Soooo rapt. I wandered into her class at the end of the day and listened to first her, and a few other kids read to me.

It was so beautiful. The simplistic nature of the task, helping them sound things out, listening to the rhythm in their voice, and just being in the presence of such innocent and naïve natures, made me feel like slowing down, in the best way possible.

But they are so honest aren’t they. One boy who finished reading for me randomly said at the end “Mum said we have to be careful of coronavirus.”

Oh F*%&. Yeah, Mum’s right.

The best thing though, was having my girl read to me. She was beyond excited to have me in her class. And although I don’t know how much my other commitments will allow me to visit the classroom in future, baby girl, whether by coincidence or not, made her sentiments pretty clear through the book she chose to read to me today…

“Mummies are Amazing.”

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#1466 What she said no. 14

I had to break it to her somehow, and the best time was to do it after her babycino. While she still had her milk moustache.

“You know honey… Mummy has to go somewhere tomorrow. I’m gonna see you in the morning and then after school… but you’re going to be with Dad tomorrow night.”

She seemed cool. She hugged me before jumping onto Hubbie to tell him how great a night they were gonna have, their Daddy and Daughter night.

Until dinner time.

“We’re gonna have the best time tomorrow night,” she was telling her Dad.

“But I’ll be a little bit sad. I’ll be thinking of you Mum.”

Awww.

“I wish you were with us.”

Awww.

“I’m going to draw a picture for you because I miss you.”

Awww.

I gave her a hug and told her it was for the shortest time and that I would see her nice and early for school drop-off on Friday morning.

But, awww.

(When do I tell her that her homebody Mum is in fact shock horror going out two nights in a row this week? Whoops…)

#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.”