#1997 Wednesdays with Hubbie no. 3

Sometimes you CAN have too much of a good thing.

After dropping off baby girl at school this morning, we headed on down to Main Street for our Wednesday morning ritual.


But we weren’t at all disappointed when we got to our fave, and found that on this rainy and cold day, all the indoor tables were taken.

You see, we felt like we needed a break.

Yeah, from our fave local brunch place! I know.

So down the road we went, to another great cafe…

And sure, the coffee, and the brunch were also yummy as.


I think we’ll be going back to our usual spot next week. ๐Ÿคฃ

One week off was enough. ๐Ÿ˜‰

#1984 Home-school made easier

So the above is a bit of a fallacy, certainly in the minds and prayers and thoughts and screams of parents everywhere ALL over the world!

But, age does matter.

I’ve noticed anyway. If I compare last year’s lockdowns to this years ones (can’t believe I’m speaking in the plural for BOTH) baby girl has been able to apply herself independently to her learning this year, and seems to be getting better at it.

She’s more likely to try something on her own, is more confident in giving it a try without me there sitting next to her, and doesn’t kick up as much of a stink when there’s like a literacy online group session that she must attend.

And this makes my life easier, because instead of going from work from home, to then school from home…

I go from work from home, to… only a very tiny bit of school from home. ๐Ÿ˜‚

And can I add… we both love Fridays.

Other than the obvious… they are device-free days. No set tasks, yes! ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ™

#1981 Lockdown sleep

I had this thought like the night before baby girl started Term 3 of school.

So, last Sunday night.

“Hmm, so no lockdown? This will be a LONG term. No public holidays. But she’s back at school… So that’s good.

That’s good.”

Next minute?


But we need to look at the positives. Like sleep. Sleeping in, that is. Because when I’m not getting up for work, I am actually sleeping in to late morning with her, and it’s the only saviour in this Winter July Lockdown, that has no definite end date, while I am agonised during the day with home-schooling.


You know, I am doing an extra job! A job I haven’t been trained in, that I am not paid for, and a job that is made much worse because I am her mother, not her teacher…

Do you know the stuff they get away with because they’re at home? Do you know the number of times I’ve said to her “Would you do/say/be like that in front of your teacher?”

And the response I get?


No! That’s right, the smart-arsed difficult replies are reserved to only me, the parent, because I know so clearly what I am doing!


But this is turning into more of a whinge, so let’s go back. The sleep.

Yes, the sleep.


Or more…


#1952 Digging the holiday vibes

I’m usually starting to get major Sunday night ‘down’ feels come the end of the weekend.

You know, Monday morning start of routine and all.


I’m feeling none of it tonight.

It all must have to do with the serious holiday vibes I’m feeling.

Yes, baby girl still has this week of school ’til term ends. Wednesday is a student free day though, so we get a mid-week break for reports.

WINNING! Mid-week sleep in.

Then there’s work. It’s super quiet, so I’m only working one day this week… way over on the other side, on Thursday.

With all these non-work days and baby girl finishing up soon, I feel like a whole lotta me time is coming my way… and I LOVE the feeling! ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

#1947 The never-ending chat box

Have you heard that statistic about how if you have shelter, or access to food, you are like, X per cent better off than the majority of the world?

Well I did some digging, and found the quote.

If you have food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep…

Then you are richer than 75% of people in this world.

Just pause and let that sink in for a moment.

Another one that causes thought to sober up.

If you can read, you are luckier than one billion people who cannot read at all.


If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace…

You are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.


With all my sobering and eye-opening quotes and statistics I’m now inclined to continue with this theme, but alas I’m making a point about something else.

A statistic that I will make up, if you will.

I suggest that if you have an ongoing chat with anyone in your life… friends, siblings, cousins, colleagues, like-minded individuals… whether it’s on Messenger, WhatsApp, or any other message sharing app, well then you are…

Part of the world’s privileged that is fortunate enough to engage on a regular basis with people who make you smile. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

I call it, the never-ending chat.

Insert The NeverEnding Story theme song here. I was led to these thoughts when during the day today, while working from home, I was bombarded by messages in my friends group chat.

This is the group of my oldest and nearest and dearest friends, girls ranging from my primary to high school years.

And I will say this – getting messages from your friends when working from home, is both a pro, in that you can respond to the messages…

But it is also a con, because it’s a MASSIVE distraction.


One theme started, and then another, and another… I went back to work after a few replies and GIFs, trying not to get distracted, and when I looked back like, 10 minutes later, there were 50+ new messages.


But it was the best, it made me laugh, it amused me to no end, and I had something to come back to, for the whole day.

That my friends, is why it’s called the Never Ending Chat.

It’s amazing, because when it’s shared with loved ones, well you know it will NEVER end.

It is the chat that never ends! Ooh, that reminds me…

“It is the chat that never ends, and it goes on and on my friend…”


Ok, I’ll stop now. ๐Ÿคฃ

#1932 What is (not) good

It dawned on me this afternoon.

The feeling. It was the same.

“You’ve got that lockdown feeling… oh that lockdown feeling

You’ve got that lockdown feeling and it’s gone, gone, gone

Freedom is gone.”

Ok so I am being cheeky changing the words to The Righteous Brothers. But that feeling of same, same, same, same, same house, was starting to seep it’s way back.

On a Monday, I would work from home. Maybe a quick shop to the bakery before picking up baby girl from school. then we were off! Straight to her swimming lesson, where she would get changed into her swim gear there, and have her lesson. Before the lesson she would sit with her swim buddy, and they adored each other, so I would be privy to all kinds of kid-crazy knock knock jokes before they ran amuck in their lesson.

During the lesson, I would email, message, write to-do lists, check social media. Then the other half I would chat to a parent there. She would get changed, then we would head home where she showered, I would start on dinner,.

Dinner was her and I. Hubbie was at basketball on Monday evenings.

And it would start all over again – the clean up, the get ready for school/work the next day. He would get home late, and we would spend what little family time we had before bedtime.

Pre-lockdown, I left the house. I was more social. I was busier.

Today… well I worked from home. Same.

Baby girl slept in ’til 11am. 11! She did like one homeschool task while I worked, and when I finished for the day…

We headed up to the balcony. We had our coffee/babycino break, in her words, to “enjoy the last day of Autumn.”


I defrosted outside.

Downstairs, still home. Washed two sinks worth of dishes as I helped her with more homework.

After that, I edited a story for a competition. She played on her ipad before getting called out by the neighbours’ kids, and then proceeded to yell over the fence with them until it got dark.

Hubbie didn’t have basketball. Things have been cancelled. Like the swimming. Like school.


I prepared dinner slowly.

After we ate, we worked out this maths symbol challenge together, and then as I cleaned up, listened to Hubbie and baby girl do a crossword together.

Sure, we can’t go out, or do the things we used to do.

But we’ve been able to relax a bit. Stay together more. Slow it down a lot.

I will take the bad, but I will also take the good. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

#1925 The special artwork

Tonight there was this after-hours thing at baby girl’s school.

It was an open invite, a ‘come-into-your-child’s-classroom-and-look-what-they’ve-been-doing’ thing, where you could partake in paper plane wars, or go around the specialist rooms for activities…

An inopportune time, really, at the timeslot of 630 to 730pm, our dinner time. But I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see what has been happening in baby girl’s school either.

I’m happy I did.

We headed to the specialist STEAM room after baby girl threw a killer paper plane length. Now STEAM is an acronym for something arty, so I’ll just call it the art room or else you’ll think they’re having saunas during lunch or something. ๐Ÿคฃ

In this tiny art room there were crammed like 50 people! And each table was dedicated to a different year level.

As we made our way to baby girl’s year level table, we saw… there were two of her artworks!

Now, this could be pure chance of the draw, but I’m gonna choose to believe that the teacher saw some real artistry in baby girl’s work, because you wouldn’t just pick two paintings from the one student when there’s barely 20 pictures on the table?

Tee hee hee. I had a proud Mum moment as I went *snap*

And then *snap* again.


#1905 Present, dinner

We had a meaningful and present dinner tonight.

It was nice to go out on a Tuesday night, when we usually don’t. It’s midweek, and tonight it was cold…

But despite baby girl having school tomorrow, Hubbie and I don’t have work, hence why we chose to go out tonight for our anniversary dinner.

We were there just over an hour, tops. Not many people around.

We had drinks. We toasted. And then we sat and really listened to each other… baby girl with what she did at school today… Hubbie and I shared anecdotes… and as I ate my meal, I really took the time to be present, engage with what was happening then, NOW, with my family who I love so much.

It was simple, but so, so beautiful.

I understand why they call it the present. If you take the time to stop and appreciate, it’s honestly the greatest gift in the world. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

#1904 Looking back in time

Life has been so busy lately. So busy, that we’ve forgotten a lot of who we are.

May has come around too fast. And another Monday, come and gone.

It was only last week when I went “damn. That came fast.”

Our ‘special’ day.

Not having the time to celebrate when you’re ‘meant to’ does not mean jack.

Take the commercial days, of Valentine’s Day, hell even throw in Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.

They’re all the same.

We’re told as a society that we have to do something, we must do something to celebrate it, show off for social media, friends and family…

It is lovely to celebrate, appreciate loved ones in our life, and I’m not saying that I don’t do it, personally…

But you should celebrate your special people, ALL THE DAYS of your life. Not just when the catalogues and ads tell you too.

Same as for other days.

Days like, an anniversary. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

Our anniversary fell on a Monday this year. Work, school, swimming, groceries, phone calls, emails, basketball game, routine routine routine… it was all too much. It was a fairly uneventful day, and that’s ok, because we share our love for each other on other days, in other ways, and it doesn’t really matter if it’s not on this EXACT day.

I’m not trying to convince myself, honest. ๐Ÿ˜‚ In fact, we are going out tomorrow night, and going away for a couple of nights soon too.

Let there be love on all the days. Let there be hugs, kisses, displays of affection, cards and presents, snuggles and all kinds of lovey-dovey things, on all the days.

Not just when it is deemed special, by society, by milestone, or by date.

I had a really lovely night… sans Hubbie. He was out playing basketball.

Baby girl and I had dinner together, then we sat on the couch and she read school books to me.

Then we watched Masterchef, and we never watch Masterchef. ๐Ÿ˜‚

Hubbie came home, and then eventually we sat on the couch as a family, to do one special thing together, something small to highlight our ‘special’ day…

We looked through our official photos. ๐Ÿ˜

Baby girl and I put on the special photo gloves, and she helped me leaf through the pages, as we all reminisced, and she learnt and discovered.

And I couldn’t have thought of a better way to end the night.