#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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#1205 Late night pharmacy

Oh, what a night.

And by no means am I talking about this kind of night:

Rather, I am coming from the time and place of the overly tired-stressed-frustrated-overwhelmed parent, the one who is sooo over it… and it is only Monday.

(Face Palm).

I can assure you, my posts this week will be super short. And therefore, I will now start writing my post in short form, so that you can create the story, yourself.

Super short, punchy sentences.

Ok?

Capiche?

Let’s go.

Baby girl.

Screaming! Pain! Oh the drama!

Crying, sobs.

Infection?

Call doctor.

More cries. Sobs and drama.

Needle? No darling.

Finally, peace.

Takeaway pizza (because drama).

And then doctor.

Check up good…

Urine sample!

?!?!?!?!

Pharmacy open?

Pharmacy CLOSED.

Google!

Pharmacy open over there!

Driving ALL night.

Get medicine.

Force baby girl to drink medicine.

Me…. very, very tired.

#1201 Mum’s original noodle soup

You know when you get something in your head, and you can’t get it out of there until you GET IT?

A song… a place…

A type of food?

With all this disgustingly EARLY Winter weather, I started craving my Mum’s noodle soup since about last week. I know how to make soup, but I wasn’t sure of the technique and ingredients needed to make the little dumpling-type noodles…

I called her. And then I called her AGAIN tonight.

“I’m not sure I added enough flour.”

“I feel like it’s not grating properly.”

“It’s not that firm.”

I voiced my concern but she was sure I was heading in the right direction. I hung up, added some more flour, punched the dough a bit more…

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And after grating and grating for ages (including grating my thumb) I put it all in the soup broth and it came out looking like…

shiny

 

Shiny! (Total parent/Disney reference/joke, I know).

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Ahh. It really was shiny. Clear and yummy and wholesome and pure, and I knew I had the official seal of approval when baby girl tried it and gave me a thumbs up.

Awww. But it’s not my soup. It is Baka’s soup. And though they were on the other side of town, I am so glad her soup was in our home tonight. ♥

#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.

😆🎶🎹

 

 

#1179 Soothing words at bedtime

The quiet words didn’t follow happiness.

Nor did they follow joy. Excitedness. A content body and well-satisfied mind from a happy day’s work.

Hubbie and I lay there. Beside baby girl in her bed. After crying. Tantrums. Harsh words. Sighs. And intense frustration.

We tried to calm ourselves. We lowered our voices.

We reasoned with her as much as we could. We explained. We cooed, the way one coos to a newborn or even, a pet animal… we used our tones as best as possible to reverse the ugly situation and unnecessary behaviour that had presented itself.

And I lay there, reading one of her recent fave books, holding her with one arm while holding the book in the other… and I observed.

The night had been stressful. Far from any kind of bliss.

And yet I was happy with our dedication. Our tenacity. Our willpower to not give up, to try and get through, and try to make things better. Together.

All with, the whisper of words.

And as she started to doze off, I told her all the wonderful qualities she owned, and hoped that those beautiful thoughts, would carry her into dreamland and take her out of it on the other side, with a clearer, and happier head.

For tomorrow. It is a new day. ♥

 

 

#1153 School holiday ‘me time’

Any parent will tell you ‘me time,’ and ‘school holidays’ are not usually synonymous with one another. We are kept busy keeping our littlies, busy, entertained, happy… the list goes on. God help us if we hear those awful words:

“I’m BORED.”

By then, it is too late.

I am already finding it a struggle to keep up with my online writing course as baby girl plays next to me these last few days. I can’t do everything at night: I want to be clear, and focused at the task. She plays with her dolls, she acts out their voices and screeches out whole play-scenarios, all while the online tutor is telling me via audio file something about, first-person, or is it third-person point of view…?

“Baby girl will you quieten down a little?” as I pause the audio and go back for like, the third time.

But today I ended up finding a moment to myself when I least expected it. I had to do some things at a local homemaker centre… and there is this really nice café in the middle of it.

So of course, first, COFFEE.

But as I was placing our order, baby girl took off with our table number and headed outside. I knew she was keen on getting into the play area just to the side of the outdoor seating.

By the time I made it out there, she was IN the gated play area, sitting on the floor next to a girl about her age, chatting like they were old friends, as they took off their sandals getting ready to run around.

Oh geez 🙂 ♥

But I left her. It was her school holidays after all… and she had just made, as she told me later “a very good friend.” 😉

I didn’t call her when our drinks and treats arrived…

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And I didn’t call her as I sipped on my cappuccino and took the first bite of my cream-filled cronut either.

In the nicest possible way, I was like, F*&k it.

I know my girl. Playing with someone was high on her priority list, and while placed alongside the choice of having her babycino and gingerbread man, I was 150% sure which one she would choose. I waited all the way until I was half way through my coffee, to walk a few steps, and not tell her to join me…

But just, to let her know.

And then I headed back, heaved a big sigh of relief, and told myself.

“Freaking enjoy this. Baby girl is happy and entertained. I am relaxed and chilled. My work here is done.”

Ahhhh.

(She later ran over for a quick few bites of her gingerbread and scull of her water before running back with her new friend to commence play).

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