#1428 Reading together

It was bedtime reading time. But it wasn’t just bedtime reading.

It was bedtime reading the night Hubbie went back to work.

Ohhh. The horror. The agony!Β The sadness.

The day before you go back to work is actually worse than the day you are back at work. Thinking of the routine, the inescapable work days ahead, the hours, the holidays you could be on…

Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.

Which is why tonight, Hubbie wasn’t even in baby girl’s bed with me as we started to read Room on the Broom. He was up in our room getting ready to go to sleep, while baby girl was eager to read the book that we had only seen the on-stage production of, days earlier…

while Hubbie was STILL on holiday.

Sigh.

I started to read. Then baby girl started to read. We were taking turns. I had told her I would read most of it (wanting to get her to bed earlier) but of course somewhere along the way, she changed her mind. As usual.

She started to read more.

And, Hubbie heard it.

I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs. He couldn’t help himself. πŸ˜‰

Before long he was on the other side of baby girl, the three of us squished into her king single bed taking turns reading Room on the Broom. πŸ™‚

And I realised, sure, sleeping in every day as a family IS great… but you don’t need to take time off work to enjoy life. You don’t need to be on holiday to make memories with your loved ones, and set up traditions so that there are reasons to smile every day with them, rather than just a few weeks a year, when you are not working.

Like reading a book together, in bed. πŸ™‚

#1358 People about town

It’s become second nature for me to find simple and small things to be grateful for.

Firstly, because life is often routine. There is school and work and groceries and cleaning, and if you can’t see beyond all of that and take joy in the little moments, well frankly you are going to go mad waiting for that ‘big party’ where you think you will have a rad time.

Chances are you won’t. Your child will be clingy, your hubbie will be sick, and there you will be in the corner with a coughing partner and child tugging on your arm as you chug down another wine.

Don’t wait to be happy.

Secondly… well because the little things, really are the best things. If you can find happiness in everyday moments, imagine how much better off you will be? Imagine all the opportunities of satisfaction, self-fulfilment, and growth that you will experience in this state?

I am happy, because 3 years on from our Seachange I am starting to notice people around town.

Wait, what? If you think you missed the post where I celebrated our 3 years here, don’t worry, I actually forgot myself… (shakes head). It wasn’t until midnight ticked over the day after our moving-house anniversary, that I realised the day that had just been, and went ‘d’oh.’

And it has taken a while… but lo and behold, I bumped into two people today that I knew… within a space of hours.

Sure, I see people around a lot more now. A lot of them I’ve come to know through baby girl’s school. But today I saw two such people within only a couple of hours, and the second one, was walking by my house! Why I never…

Moving to a side of town where we have no family or friends settled nearby has had its specific set of challenges. To be honest, it can, and has been at times, a very isolating experience.

But like everything in life, good things take time. And it hasn’t been something we’ve been able to push, or force… we had to just let it be.

And when you let things be, that’s often the moment that things seem to work out for you…

You just have to wait. Sometimes 3 years.

And then what you were waiting for, comes by your front door… LITERALLY.

πŸ˜‰

 

 

 

#1341 Ham, sweet corn and pumpkin frittata

Do you go through stages where everything in your life goes a bit haywire, and the simple things you used to take pleasure in fall to the wayside?

Well I’ve been so gung-ho on the writing, that I have forgotten to make time for those little things that I enjoy, that fill me up and give me a sense of happiness in my day-to-day.

One of those things are cooking. For AGES now I have just been falling back on the same old dishes for every dinner night… because thinking of what to eat can be exhausting. I have been relying on my usual of steamed vegies and salad, with the varying components being a different meat and carb component every night.

Ugh.

With ‘new’ cooking, you have to find the recipe, get the ingredients, and hope to God the taste correlates to the time you spent making it.

Yet I still love it. ❀

I reminded myself of this fact recently, and when faced with a pumpkin that Hubbie didn’t want to eat (I think it was a Jarrahdale and it had a bland taste) I had to find a new way to use it up.

Insert… the pumpkin frittata recipe!

Now I didn’t have to go far to find this recipe. I don’t have the best organisation in keeping recipes, since at the moment I have nearly all my recipes in the coffee table drawer. I just have to sift until I find something worthy of my cooking time!

I liked this recipe, because prepping the ingredients was pretty easy (as they were nornal and accessible), the smell as it cooked was warming and delicious, especially on such a cold Spring day as today… and then the dish itself is so versatile, as you can eat it as a side for dinner, or for lunch, like I did.

And the major plus? I have so much left over. This will be my lunchtime meal for days.

Which means I have MORE time to write.

Winning πŸ˜‰

#1330 I’m okay for the change

What timing, for daylight savings to begin the day before kids go back to school.

I usually LOVE daylight savings time. Increased sunshine means warmer weather, getting out and about and having fun…

But the timing, sucks.

Right when we are wrapping up our end of week holidays. Right when we are having late nights.

THE DAY BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS AGAIN.

Who decided this?

Today, we woke late, but yet, it was even later. We had a kids birthday party to attend out of all things, and so ended our holiday tired, weary-eyed and sucked out of sleep as we watched baby girl expend energy we didn’t know she had, going nuts on a jumping castle.

Everything that is great, must come to an end.

And I’m okay with that.

Sure the timing is crap. It never is the right time to lose an hour of your day, is it? But having a week off with both baby girl and Hubbie, means I have had a lot of fun, SURE…

But I am soooo behind in everything else.

Which is why I am so relieved for things to go back to some kind of normal. Tomorrow I am keen to get on board with my writing course. I am terribly behind on that. I am keen to buy groceries and re-stock the fridge. Things that I can stop to grab that is just too hard with baby girl in tow, become terrifically convenient when she is at school and I can dash in and out of places.

I can water plants. I can make phone calls.

I can write in peace! PEACE!

I know that routine is good for me, and it is good for baby girl too. She was only telling me the other day, after days of fun and adventure, that she missed her friends, and staying at home was “boring.”

This from the girl who met Andy Day the dinosaur-in-time explorer during her holidays. But hey, she has high expectations, right? πŸ˜‰

And then, after some routine, some writing and schooling and working, in no time at all it will be –

‘Jingle bells, jingle bells…’

Christmas folks! And that means MORE holidays.

I am okay with change. I am okay with routine. Because I know, as is life, I will come around to this happy and free holiday place, again… β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯

 

#1247 When Hubbie comes home

You know when you have one of those ‘days?’

I feel like I have been having one of those ‘days’ for about 108 hours straight now.

Yes I slept in. But it was only because baby girl is still sick, and therefore had to miss out on her first day back at school.

Now I have a headache. I am getting sick.

And these endlessly rainy, windy and dreary days are getting me down soooo badly.

I need some genuine, bona fide, sunlight. β˜€

And then this evening, Hubbie came home from work. πŸ™πŸ™ŒπŸ˜€

And you know how they say a change is as good as a holiday?

Well he coming home… same difference.

You just need someone to help lift the mood.

A group, family hug.

You need to feel love. πŸ’Ÿ

 

#1178 Getting colourful with Mexican

The last 4 gratitude posts have seen me feature appreciation for food in some way.

Today is about to become day number 5.

You get so easily bored by the same old dinner meal prep routine, that sometimes an easy kit and a whole lot of colour is all you need to feel rejuvenated in the kitchen.

In fact, so easy and colourful, AND simple tonight’s Mexican tacos were, we think we need to make this a once a week thing…

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The meal kit came with the wraps, seasoning and sauce, and well, all we had to do was fry up some mince and chop some salad items, and voila!…

Dinner was served.

The sky’s the limit with how far you want to go, and how high you wanna pile all those fresh trimmings… nom nom nom πŸ˜‹

#1177 Changing plans

A day where you end up where you didn’t expect, is honestly as good as a holiday.

Away from the routine. Away from the housework. Away from the same old same old, blah blah blah.

Do it on a school/work night, and shock horror… “you are doing what on a Monday night?” (no less)… tee hee hee. πŸ™‚

Imagine you thought you were going to end up in one place (uh, home?) and then, the night brought you to another location?

With family. Cousins.

And vanilla slice.

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Yep, it is that vanilla slice AGAIN. Any day that ends in vanilla slice, good company and a change of scenery, is happy times for me.

(Don’t forget the coffee).