#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?

LOCKDOWN!

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.

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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.”

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!

I DON’T!

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

Yes, the sleep.

Ahhh.

Or more…

Zzzzzz.

#1978 Corn chips and pistachios

Something that makes me happy, time and time again on a Friday night, with or without lockdown, is this.

CORN CHIPS and PISTACHIOS.

They make me sooo happy.

This is how it goes:

Everyone goes to bed. Hubbie because he works Saturdays. Baby girl because, well she’s 7.

I creep into the kitchen. Take out a bowl and pour CCs into it.

(Now I need to pour, because God help me if I eat from the bag, it will ALL be gone).

Then I take my little Tupperware container of pistachios, and after I’ve finished the corn chips, slowly (savouring every bite I might add, while I do things like write and watch Netflix) I use the empty bowl to put all my empty pistachio shells in.

And I am in absolute heaven.

This is Mum time. This is ME time. It makes me so happy, and this little routine act really cements that it’s the end of the working week, and the beginning of free days ahead.

Ahhh.

I have a little joke with Hubbie. He laughs when he opens the bin early the next morning to find all these pistachio shells just sitting there. 😂😬

Oh well. 🤷‍♀️

#1959 Happy and peaceful right now

I write this in the present tense, because I’m feeling it now.

I’m happy, I’m relaxed, I’m at peace. It’s a Sunday night. The heater is doing it’s job. Comfy pjs on. Body unwinding after a late evening yoga workout.

Hubbie is napping on the couch. Baby girl is playing games.

Me?

I’m sipping hot camomile tea, looking at a delicious pear cake recipe I just found, Mister F in my foreground in his usual place on top of the corner heater vent.

Yes I have work tomorrow, but baby girl doesn’t have school.

Holidays. Sleep in. 👊

I’m happy in this little moment, and am reminded of the fact that life is mainly comprised of these little moments. We can’t wait for the big events all the time.

Live fully and be present in the in-betweens.

And therein lies part of the secret… the secret to happiness…

Gratitude, in the little things. 🙏

Ahh.

#1838 Like old times, and milestones

Living through lockdown has given us a new way of connecting with other people… online.

I am still working from home, and today we played this online Pictionary game. You have to draw on the screen from a selection of words you’ve been given… and the rest of the room, (people participating) have to guess what you’re drawing.

I thought it was pretty cool, and it was Friday, so later my mind wandered where it usually goes to on Friday nights… to my friends. We spent a lot of Zoom calls together during those few months last year, and so I got to really get used to seeing their faces, talking about anything and everything, and just connecting in a way that honestly, we never really had before.

The lockdown had given us a new opportunity to learn even more about each other, through a multitude of topics, discussion, and debate.

And it was great. I realised no matter how much they talk, how much we disagree, how much we maybe shit each other up the wall… we are ultimately stuck with each other for life. That’s it.

And I love it.

So, missing my crew, I sent the random message out: “Anyone wanna play a game online?” Well to be expected, most were busy and couldn’t, but one such friend said “sure, give me a sec.”

And so I’ve spent the last hour or so of this night, chatting to her online while we played online Pictionary!

She is one of my oldest friends. I actually can’t remember if we were friends first in grade 1, or grade 2… I have no idea. I have no idea because after a while, your memory starts to get blurry. I never believed it when I was in my teens, or late childhood. I couldn’t understand how people would say “I can’t remember” about a huge, momentous milestone in their life. I used to think, “how can you not remember something so important?”

Well, now I know. Because as life goes on, your head gets filled up with more and more stuff, and the other stuff that you don’t think of as much, well it starts to fade.

So, so true. Maybe that’s why I’m so adamant about capturing every written word. It’s my own personal record for my unpredictable mind.

Anyway, you get my drift. We’ve been friends for about 30 years, not a word of a lie. And while we laughed at each other’s funny drawings, and tried to make sense of the game, we also caught up and reconnected, and it made me realise that technology, lockdown even, brought a few pretty good things with it.

A Friday night spent watching something on TV, or just letting the hours while away on random stuff around the house, was instead spent sharing some laughs and having fun with one of my oldest besties.

And then, in amongst all that… a milestone! Baby girl got fed up with me on the computer playing games, and put herself to bed!

It’s actually the second time she’s fallen asleep on her own like this, but the first that she did it intentionally… the first time she went to bed as I set up watch over a huntsman in our room, making sure he didn’t hide anywhere, waiting for Hubbie to come home and get rid of it. I’d told her to wait in her bed for me another 20 minutes, and instead she had fallen asleep.

But tonight, tonight was intentional. I was there chatting away, and then went to check up on her… I even kissed her head… and she remained sleeping. Peaceful. Absolutely beautiful, as all sleeping children are. 🤣

So, a good night all around. Looking back, looking forwards… as long as it’s done with the right people…

You’re alright. You’re doing alright. 👍💖

#1768 Another tooth bites the dust

Why was there a circly patch of reddish-brown, what looked like dry blood on baby girl’s bed sheets this morning?

And why did her mouth look like she had snuck in some secret Santa chocolate overnight?

I asked her this this morning, and she had no response.

I was brushing her hair, she was watching TV, both of us wondering what the hell went on in her room last night, when she said –

“Maybe it’s my wobbly upstairs tooth.”

I stopped.

“Look at me. Open your mouth.”

She obliged.

“Your tooth is gone!”

Had she swallowed yet another one? Hey, we know it can happen and life goes on, and the tooth fairy still knows about it (don’t ask me how).

But we ran into her room, I lifted a pillow, and –

VOILA! Said upstairs wobbly tooth was there!

Ahh. Amidst all the end-of-year stuff, Christmas, getting over covid and living differently, we had kind of ignored the wobbly tooth that got in the way during dinner time.

But it’s out. Making way for something new. If only all our growth and progress happened to us blissfully unaware, while we were asleep…

She is definitely growing up.

#1569 Day 71 of getting there: Enjoying Winter mornings… for once

You know, stuff them.

Stuff everything.

We are isolated, sure. But if you’re gonna be isolated, there is no better time like the present.

And I am revelling in it.

I wake up, at a generous 8:30am.

I put on my trakkies.

I head downstairs, and I start work, at 9am.

Bang. Done. No traffic. No trains. No people filing out onto the city streets, men with briefcases stuck at their sides, women click-clacking with fancy coats.

Baby girl sleeps in.

I don’t even need to get her up for school.

She then gets dressed.

Makes her own breakfast.

And proceeds to do WHATEVER SHE LIKES.

Meanwhile, the wind blows outside.

The rain drizzles.

Winter, descends.

And we stay snuggled up in our comfy clothes, heater blasting, watching everyone else get on with it.

Let them get on with it. There is time.

There will be plenty of time to catch up.

But for now, we hibernate. 🙂

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#1560 Day 62 of getting there: the 2 night countdown

Tonight I got her to bed.

So it’s only 2 nights left.

2 nights left before… normality begins again.

Before school begins again.

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Baby girl’s bedtime routine used to be sooo much easier pre-corona. She would be tired from the school day, after-school activities, and with our general life and running around, that falling asleep happened quickly.

Now? Now she gets up whenever she wants.

She goes to bed late.

Sleeps on average 11 hours, if not 12 some days. And when I’m trying to get her to sleep, she is stalling with every thing she can.

“One more game?”

“Can you do the puzzle with me for just a minute?”

“Just a quick story.”

“Can I tell you a quick story?”

“Can you lie in bed with me?”

Let me tell you, nothing is ever quick. Something that is meant to take 2 minutes, will always take 10.

Even when I get her in bed, and lying down…

Suddenly, there are life questions she has to ask.

She will reveal something I didn’t know, so of course I need to probe with “when did this happen?”

Or there will be a funny story that she has to share.

And the heart tugger… “Mama… I love you.”

She’s a clever one. She manages to steer the topic away from sleep constantly, and gets me sidetracked a lot.

I’m getting tired of it. I’m tired, of her not being tired at night.

I am ready for her to be tired again.

Let’s do this! 2 nights to go…

#1546 Day 48 of getting there: Saturday mornings

With my old work, I never looked forward to Saturday mornings.

Because I always worked them.

Even Friday night’s were a lost cause to me. I’d spend them getting ready for the next day – making my lunch, getting my clothes ready, and telling baby girl I’d be home about 4pm.

But now… Friday night’s I’m putting my feet up.

And Saturday mornings are nice and slow.

Because I’m HOME.

I love it. ❤

Baby girl and I cuddle in bed after a good sleep in…

And then we eat breakfast, from the couch.

Because we can.

Then… wherever the day takes us.

Wherever.

Even in iso, Saturdays are superb. ❤

 

 

 

#1524 Day 26 of getting there: Mister F

Oh, our poor buddie. Just when we think it’s all going alright.

He just doesn’t seem to get a break.

Or maybe he did get a break, today. Depends on how you look at it all.

Because our cat Mister F, has had urinary issues of some sort for a while now. We took him to the vet today, and though some results came back great (no kidney stones or kidney disease!) we still don’t have an answer for some of his peculiar ailments.

So, it’s a bit of a TO BE CONTINUED.

Tonight, he slept on the rug. All cosied up, his paw over his face like –

“I’m trying to block the whole world out!”

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I hear you buddie. Lately, I hear you BIG TIME.

He didn’t have the best day, but he got to go home… and that’s what we look for around here isn’t it? Positivity? Appreciation?

HOPE. ♥

#1448 The Saturday night drive home

How can a drive home be considered exciting? Rather, does it mean the night and time out preceding it was crap, if the drive is a highlight?

Not necessarily.

Being on the side of town away from A LOT (ahem, all) of our family and friends, it comes to reason that when there is a party/function/birthday/catch-up/dinner, it’s usually NOT in our neck of the woods.

It doesn’t matter how much fun I have during the night. It’s unavoidable that the night will wear on, and I will grow tired.

At this stage, the drive home ahead of me seems so long, and my eyes become heavy at the thought.

But then something happens. The same thing that happens every drive home on a Saturday.

Baby girl falls asleep.

Hubbie and I are listening to music.

And we’re talking.

It’s the talking that’s grand. Hubbie and I talk and talk… about everything. Everything is different at night, at the end of the day, when we’re so relaxed and ready for bed.

The words come easy. Topics are more passionate. We are more loving.

And by the time we get home, like tonight, I am almost sad.

Because the talking is so good, I want to keep driving. 🚘😉