#1372 Soulful Sundays no. 2

Today, the park.

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In the afternoon.

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I love how this local park is walking distance… and right near a cafe 😉

I love how the day was so fresh, yet got so sunny as soon as baby girl started climbing the rails underneath those blue skies.

I love how her 3 ponytails hung from her head, this monkey child of mine.

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I love how it felt so peaceful, and we found this quiet so close to home.

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#1272 A Wintry and literary time out

You can understand the great ahh moment that came for me during the below photo I captured this afternoon, not just because, hey everyone loves a break, but the fact that…

In the morning the wind broke my Mary Poppins umbrella that I’ve had for over 10 years!

I got rained on MANY times

towels were shoved around various windows in the house due to the insane weather and water seeping in through the ferociousness of it all

it had rained both at school drop-off AND pick-up (of course, the Murphy’s Law school fairies strike again)

and I had this intermittent headache that was just dragging me down, symptomatic of my flu NOT wanting to let up.

Sigh.

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Which is why I sat on baby girl’s bean bag with my herbal tea this afternoon, looked at all my very inviting books all set up lovingly on my new/old bookcase, just whispering “read me, read me,” and decided to just peruse through, a few…

And what a wonderful way to chill out on a cold Friday afternoon… whether or not I got soaked that morning, it was still very much appreciated. ♥ ( I did).

#1212 Coffee seclusion

We did nearly nothing today, on this long weekend Queen’s Birthday holiday. Zilch. Zero.

And we definitely needed it.

Ok so we did go to the supermarket. We needed food after all. And sure, I washed some clothes…

Sang happy birthday to my sister LOUDLY over the phone.

We ate.

But then, nada.

Nothing.

It was soon coffee time (3pm or thereabouts) and Hubbie was napping on the couch… doing, that’s right, NOTHING.

I made a coffee for myself and a babycino for baby girl. We were going to sit near Hubbie and have our drinks and some leftover birthday treats from Sis’ big birthday… but then I was like –

“nah.”

Instead, we went upstairs. To my bedroom. Some privacy for baby girl and me, and quiet for him.

‘Girl time,’ I called it. Even our cat Mister F was not allowed.

We sat on the floor looking outside. With nothing to distract us. No TV. No music. No noise. Just us. Baby girl proceeded to tell me what I should put in her lunchbox tomorrow. We talked about the party, and cake.

Then we lay on my bed, all cuddled up.

Doing absolutely nothing. And yet, my soul filled up, with EVERYTHING.

♥♥

#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. ♥

 

 

#1133 Peace on a Saturday Night

Leading up to tonight, I thought I wanted a party.

Nup. My body told me, I needed peace.

Which is exactly what eventuated on this Saturday night.

Four Cs coincided in perfect unison for dinner, as we had Chicken, Chips and Cucumbers… while sitting on the Couch.

My night continued in this way as I went to have a hot shower.

But then downstairs, I got caught up in the sudden Crazy of it.

The nice background music turned loud, instrumental, like we were in a bar listening to a live band. INXS. Queen. 70s and 80s Aussie rock. It went up and up, and though I participated in the concert at first, my body soon repelled it.

It was as if the aches came as a result of the sound. I retreated to the other room with my tea. Sat on baby girl’s beanbag. And within minutes she found me in the Corner of the room.

She joined me quietly, and we sat, spoke softly, and rested naturally, in peace.

In Calm.

Ahhh 🙂

#860 Saturday Night In no.4 (with Sebastian)

Quiet Saturday nights in aren’t just common or easy in Winter… they are necessary.

And after spending the last Saturday night working late ’til 1am, I tell you the thought of doing not much at home, and hanging out with my loves, sounded like an absolutely fantastic idea.

After our pizza takeout, I popped on YouTube on the TV. No, there were to be no tunes forecast from our screen tonight. I was in for a different kind of entertainment.

The belly-aching kind.

Just the other night I rediscovered a comedian and a skit I had watched a long time ago, but at the time didn’t delve too much into his act and his stuff to uncover anymore of his hilarity. On this night, after somehow stumbling across Sebastian Maniscalco, I spent a good 30 or so minutes on the couch, past midnight, silently dying of laughter and the inability to breathe properly due to said, INTENSE laughter.

The skit in question, is below. I played it for Hubbie tonight.

It is insanely hilarious. And being of a European background, even if it isn’t Italian… same same. We watched that one, plus about 10 others, our faces in permanent smile positions, our abs aching from the laughs.

We need more laughs like this. Enjoy the show:) ↑↑↑

#854 Back to bed on a Sunday

My gratitude came super early this morning. Like 7am early, in the form of baby girl calling out to me from downstairs.

7am is early for a Sunday. A Sunday in Winter. A Sunday in which darkness is still creeping through the sides of the blinds, and a Sunday where I had to work the following Saturday night, late into the early hours of…

Sunday Morning. It was that kind of Sunday.

It was cold. I was still so tired. But after attending to baby girl, I headed on back upstairs…

To sleep in beautiful peace for another 3 and a half hours. We all slept. We all needed it. The house was still and silent and calm, and we drifted off into our fairy tale lands amidst it all.

I LOVED IT.

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Photo by Olya /Voloshka on Unsplash