#1273 Shelter

A couple of weeks ago while walking back to work on a chilly but sunny morning, our takeaway coffees steaming in our hands, my work colleague observed something.

”I know we’re cold, but I can’t help but think of homeless people on cold mornings like this.”

The three of us paused. Here we were with warm drinks, willingly walking through the cold because we knew we’d be out of it soon… and back in our warm and safe work environments.

I’m thinking of that, and shelter again, more so because the last few days have been particularly hellish, with arctic winds and ferocious onslaughts of rain and hail.

Shelter. Only moments ago as I headed up to bed with tablet in hand, it started again… the howling winds. The downpour. You could hear how freezing it was, and it made me jump into bed even more eagerly.

I’m lucky. We’re lucky.

We have a roof over our head, we have shelter. And if you’re reading this, you probably do too. We have a place to shield us from these Wintry nights and provide us with a safe haven to close our eyes at night… we are truly blessed.

And as for the homeless? I don’t know what to say. I think it’s horrible that people have to live like that, and it pains me to see people sleeping around cardboard and asking for money on the streets. How bad a turn did their life take to end up outside, with no roof over their head?

But this isn’t that kind of post. Rather if I can point out how lucky we, the majority are to have shelter, and how we should really appreciate the things we take for granted, then maybe we too can be more mindful and aware of the plight of those less fortunate… if not by our generosity towards them to keep going, then at least by an increased awareness, simply an acknowledgement that we are not all so blessed.

Food for thought. Goodnight.

#1264 High five, scuba dive!

It is all the rage in baby girl’s prep class.

“High five… SCUBA DIVE!”

Away the hand disappears, making a diving motion.

Baby girl does a variation of this with us… because it’s all about the anticipation (even if it doesn’t rhyme at the end).

She and I were on the couch tonight, and she was running the high five show.

“High five!”

Slap.

“To the side!”

Slap.

“On the other side!”

Slap.

“Down low…”

I miss as she quickly removes her hand.

“SCUBA DIVE!”

I grin. We go again.

As we get to the ‘down low’ part once more, I slam my hand down and grab the tip of her fingers in a slap. Just.

She is primed and ready to say scuba dive, but I’ve got her. We double over in laughter and she does her adorable cackle.

We do it again and again, laughing ourselves silly every time she tries to pull away quicker, but I manage to get the tip of her fingers. And I sit there and think how beautiful it is to enjoy these simple things, these little moments, that make my heart genuinely smile with happiness. ♥

#1183 My Thank You on Mother’s Day

The day started with baby girl and I in bed.

It ended with baby girl and I in bed.

The beds were different.

And much of the in-between, was frustrating and crap.

Yes. I know it was Mother’s Day.

I have one. I am one. I have the best ones, around me.

But things have just been too hard lately.

Too frustrating. Too sad. I got mad/frustrated/sad umpteen billion times today. I cried about the same amount, and said “you are f&%king kidding me” another 57 times.

There was definitely good in the day. I had really great moments, with my whole family, and tried to pay the most amount of gratitude and appreciation to my own Mum, with all she has done for me and my family in my life…

While still having, this really crappy day.

The morning started off with baby girl coming upstairs to where I was sleeping. Hubbie had already gotten up. I had instructed her clearly yesterday, several times, “do not wake me up early tomorrow, I am sleeping in… it is Mother’s day.”

She came up, and coming over to my side of the bed, tapped my shoulder (I was pretending to still be asleep) and whispered “Mama… I just wanted to wish you a Happy Mother’s Day…” before placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.

She climbed into bed with me, and it was now 8:50am. I told her to sleep. Of course we didn’t sleep.

We found ourselves soon sitting up in bed and chatting. And that was my lovely start to the day. ♥♥

Because this is a gratitude journal, I will just say –

<INSERT CRAPPY PARTS OF THE DAY HERE>

And come back to the end of the day. This time, her bed. We had literally just had an argument within the last half hour. She knew, that I was pissed. I sat on the bed as she snuggled inside the covers, but sat up when she saw my face.

I was just staring at her.

“Mama… what you wanna say?”

I sighed.

“I want to say… that no matter what happened today, Mummy has a very big thing to tell you.”

“What?”

Tears started welling up, and she was probably thinking I was going to lose it for the 1001th time that day.

“I want to thank you soooo much, for making me a Mummy.”

We hugged, and suddenly, she was crying too. She was crying because I was crying. We were both there crying and I was telling her it’s okay, and then Hubbie heard us and wanted to join the party, entering and giving us a big bear hug as we sat there, enveloped in a hug and crying into each other’s arms, but of course he was not crying, he was LAUGHING.

Typical Dad.

And that is it. If only life were as simple as the good moments, right?

But life cannot be simply reduced to just the best and happiest moments of our day.

But as I try again and again here, they can be something we try our best to focus on, the most. ♥♥♥♥

#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 😋

#1176 Sunday Our Day

All week we were looking forward to today.

Even more so was today a day to get excited about, as it came off the back of celebrating our anniversary over dinner last night… and you know, I think we were still somewhat more excited about today, than Saturday night.

What happened today?

Not much.

Firstly there was a sleep in. Not massive, but hell, MUCH needed. Sunday is the only day I get to sleep more than usual, and as I average 5 and 7am wake-ups ALL week, and being under the weather and fighting some seasonal transition as it was, I was keen for Sunday to come around pronto, so I could sleep.

Amidst all our boring jobs at home which made us feel super-productive, we headed out for a coffee after lunch. Via Boffe on the Main street is getting better and better in their food and coffee taste and presentation, the pro display evident in baby girl’s babycino.

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And then… she got some new shoes. Man I wish I had gotten freaking pink shoes like that when I was 5… but alas, times were different then, and they are MUCH different now. She got some new runners as her last ones had the bottoms literally peeling off, and she was bouncing around the shop (and at home) with her new purchase.

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Just a family, quiet Sunday… no pressure… no where to be… no rushing around… no one waiting for us…

Just US. Doing our easy Sunday thing. ♥

#1142 The plan B writing course

Following rejection, it is vital to make yourself another plan.

It keeps you focused. Out of a state of funk. And it helps when it is an online course, therefore there are no maximum quotas of 2 people to fill up the room (not resentful much?!)

Today my online writing course started and I excitedly jumped aboard the introduction ship…

But, what to write?

What I wanted was to just write this:

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Well it was the truth. In a plain and simple nutshell. Scaling it back to basics, keeping it real… that was it. But they wanted to know more. Like where I lived, what I did, what I wanted to get out of this…

I answered some of the default questions…

F&*k it. I’ll post it for you. If you’d like to know my brief writing history background… then happy reading 🙂

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