It’s been a REALLY long time. It was made all the more fun because
a) it was a voucher given to her some time ago, and
2) we thought it may have expired, because well, IT HAD EXPIRED.
But, in true post-covid world fashion, the use of the voucher had been extended, affording us the ability to use it and have the best time today!
We went to watch Peter Rabbit 2 at the Vjunior cinemas. It was brilliant. I zoned in and out for most of the time, (let’s be honest, I was with child after all) and when the kids went bezerk at the ‘pause’ mark to run up to the mega slide, I slid my legs out across the tiny aisle from my beanbag seat and went –
But it actually was a really sweet and thrilling movie, and I took great pleasure watching baby girl’s smiling face, happily devouring her kids pizza, snacking on seemingly endless popcorn, and giving me a heartfelt ‘thank you’ when I got her a surprise chocolate milkshake.
F%$K it. It’s school holidays, give them all they want.
The day was fine. I felt fine. There wasn’t necessarily any major pressures.
The one thing actually missing was the homeschooling, but I wasn’t actually missing it in ANY shape of form.
But I think the start of the school holidays may have played some part in my weird feelings.
I still don’t know for sure what it is, that made me feel unsettled, off, incomplete…
But I have a few ideas.
It’s school holiday time. Usually I take time off and have a full schedule as we galivant around the state, going to attractions, meeting up with family and friends, and just generally having fun.
None of that is happening at the moment… I am working from home, and even if I wasn’t doing that, we aren’t allowed anywhere anyway.
None of the usual places are open. Almost nothing is allowed.
Today was a warm-ish kinda day. Knowing the week ahead falls in temp again, and we didn’t make use of today by going out for a walk, or to the park… Well it sucks.
So I had to do something. I had to change it up.
I started to move again.
Back when covid started, I was becoming more active, taking more walks around the block with baby girl, hell, sometimes running after her as she careened on her bike over rises in asphalt, as I tried frantically to catch up.
Still, I was running.
I was moving.
Winter fell, and the days grew colder. The lockdown and subsequent isolation, grew in length. The walks and runs around the block became more infrequent, and instead I turned to yoga. A regular practice began, and even though I wasn’t huffing and puffing, I was still doing something…
I was still moving.
But then a month ago, an infection struck. And due to the nature of it, I stopped everything.
I felt shit. Knowing I had been doing something good for me, mind, body and soul, and then I had to stop it abruptly, was actually quite painful emotionally. It was really difficult to grasp, but I realised my body needed some kind of break, so I gave it what I thought it needed…
Today though, I realised it was time to start again.
I did the yoga. I didn’t realise how much I missed it until I finished, and I felt…
My mood had improved.
But I decided to take it a step further tonight. Hubbie has been on a major health/workout kick since covid began, and he has very clear goals for where he wants to be when we get out of it… he has structured nights for different types of training, and work outs, and tonight was his push-ups and sit-ups night.
And I joined him.
But, baby steps, baby steps. When you know yourself well, and how you work, you have already won. I know that I don’t deal well when faced with a major challenge. When a task feels so huge that I don’t know how I will do it, I tend to give up easily.
I know I have to give myself little goals. Little itty bitty teeny weeny goals. It’s how I approach writing. And it’s how I’m going to approach this movement thing.
Not exercise. Movement.
So I did it! If someone had been a fly on the wall tonight, they would have seen me, Hubbie AND baby girl (because she thought it looked like fun!) on our hands and knees, huffing and puffing and doing sit-ups and push-ups.
When I start small, I am more likely to achieve.
But I don’t think I’m that unique. I think we’re all like that, right?
Anyway… I’m filling the void in a positive way, and looking forward to making little progress.
Worldwide virus hits and begins to shut down everything in its path.
We can work from home.
We can work from home.
Connecting things up to my desk at home today has been a mammoth task. I have been staring at emails, apps, googling various how-tos, and just generally wondering how the hell am I going to get work done with baby girl at home?
Yep, not just for school holidays… we are forcibly keeping her home as of tomorrow.
You might high five me… or you might do a face palm.
It’s ok. It’s that kind of post, that kind of day.
The setting up at home went to shit initially. My work laptop which was meant to at least keep some charge as I took it home for testing tonight, well it actually shit itself (must have caught on to the toilet paper business) and didn’t want to even fire up when I got home.
Nothing. Totally wiped out.
Until something Hubbie said about chargers got me thinking.
Sure, none of my recent laptop chargers could fit into my work laptop to get it going… but then I remember, oh three laptops ago, I used to have a HP laptop.
My work laptop is a HP laptop.
And guess what I still had?
My HP laptop charger.
In your face Marie Kondo!!!! Who said hoarding didn’t pay dividends? (Also my monitor that I was going to give away – but haven’t – is going to come in very handy over the next little while).
I was able to do all my checks (albeit, after HOURS in front of the screen tonight).
I am stressing a bit about all of this. I know my stress is the least of the worldwide concern, and remind myself that this crisis has us all stressing about one thing or another…
There are so many that are losing work from this.
Us? Well we are kind of depended on, and if anything we will have nothing but work to do.
I know there are so many parents out there counting down the minutes until their brood is booted off to school for another year.
And as much as I fall into this category many times during the year, a part of me ain’t feeling it tonight.
We had such a great summer.
Today was so bittersweet. I was thinking of all the routine, school lunches, rushing out the door, urging baby girl to GET OUT OF BED, and then oh God, those Winter mornings… so far away and yet so INEVITABLE.
Baby girl and I enjoyed a babycino/coffee break on the balcony today, which seemed like a fitting holiday send-off before a new school year.
And then tonight, after we checked her uniform and got her lunchbox requests sorted, I spotted the remnants of a stunning sunset.
A truly beautiful sky. Wisps of barely-there clouds floating through the middle, seemingly connecting the heavens to the earth…
Our dreams and wishes to us mere mortals?
Here’s hoping for a superb year that is more sweet than it is bitter. ♥
What? I hear you ask. “You mean Ariel, the animated character, surely.”
A real-life mermaid.
Well, as real as anyone is gonna get to, according to those who were at Seaford beach today.
Baby girl and I met up with some family friends there, to see the event that was Tarielle, the mermaid, swim to shore and talk about mermaid life.
And pose for pictures, of course!
It was quite the spectacle. About a hundred parents and children gathered after 1pm to watch the shimmery figure of Tarielle, swim up to the sand, with delighted and captivated kids barely able to contain themselves.
This girl mermaid was amazing. I can’t imagine the body strength required to swim in that… ‘fishtail,’ and sit at odd angles for 3 hours talking and posing, while making her tail splash intermittently.
What an effort. For a mermaid that is. 😉
But it wasn’t all entertainment. This mermaid came with a message. Amidst the sweet smiles and jokingly telling us she was grumpy when they made a movie about her sister and not her, she was there to talk about the environment, keeping the oceans free from litter, and asking the kids to pick up rubbish whenever they saw it out and about.
Such a great message for impressionable minds.
Do you know what baby girl and her friend did then?
They went searching for litter. Fortunately they didn’t find any. ❤🧜♀️
A fun play centre… that’s a bit of a tautology isn’t it? Using two words of the same meaning in one sentence… that’s also like saying ‘a happy sunny day’ (of course a sunny day should be happy!) or ‘the long Monday.’
But you can temporarily excuse my repetitiveness, because the play centre in question that we went to today actually has the word ‘Fun’ in its title… the brand new Funtopia in Carrum Downs.
Baby girl and I met her cousins and their Mum down at this brand spanking new place 25 minutes from home for a school holiday catch up… us and every other person in Melbourne it seemed. It was so busy we had to wait 20 minutes for entry at the corner café, and then it really did seem like everyone was there, when baby girl and I spotted a former school classmate of hers there as well.
This play centre is the latest player on the block, hence why it was peaking and packing. Despite the busy-ness it is a very well-organised machine, as the staff were all onto it, as well as being extremely friendly, so triple points there.
The interesting point of difference for this new venue are the Aussie landmarks on display. There is a surf patrol play area, one dedicated to the Australian outback, Flinders Street station, the MCG, as well as…
The Australian Grand Prix track.
Yep. For real that is a Monash Freeway sign you see there. I may have escaped from it since the end of work, but it’s now even following my daughter as she steps on the pedal.
It was a great day, and a terrific way to keep the kids super busy and satisfied on yet another school holiday day.