#1003 Nothing

Yep, you read right folks. But no, it ain’t what you think.

Because although the heading reads ‘nothing,’ it ain’t as it suggests – that I am grateful for nothing… AT ALL.

I am simply grateful for my ‘nothing’ day.

Where I did, NOTHING.

I realised I was having such a ‘nothing’ day when while grocery shopping this morning I paused at the magazine stand, and proceeded to flip through the pages of a new soap opera mag to see if Brooke and Ridge were still going to be married in 3 months time, and if Liam had left Hope already for Steffy (not yet, I am holding out though).

And in that moment I went “I never get a chance to do this… like EVER.”

That was the biggest excitement of my day.

A headache and pains and all around stuffiness and deflated-ness further added to my exciting ‘nothing’ day, but I think after all the anticipation and nerves and partying of the last week, I was well overdue for a day such as today…

Where I did pretty much nothing. And I don’t feel guilty for it AT ALL.

#947 Aches be gone

Oh, it is the sweetest thing. You take your health for granted, and then life decides to suddenly heap some shit upon your head –

BOOM! and you wake up sore, with muscle aches, a pounding head, and an inability to focus… man do you wish for those days you wasted away while being healthy.

Something happened to me yesterday. Maybe it was Hubbie’s cold rubbing off on me far too late in the game. Maybe it was seasonal, what with Melbourne weather saying “now I’m hot… no I’m not! WINTER darlings!” Or maybe it was the kids birthday party I took baby girl to on the weekend… we all know kids means germs and God knows what.

But I had some kind of bug that luckily only lasted 24 hours… because today I woke better, rested, still with this kind of dull ache reminder in my head of what was, reminding me to take it easy, but still, FABULOUS compared to what was yesterday.

And I was sooo grateful for it. The health. The absence of soreness and achiness.

Here’s to the simplest and best things in life… being healthy 🙂

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Photo by Jony Ariadi on Unsplash

#927 A 2-way kinda love

She was there tonight to rub my back when I said I was sore. She followed me around devotedly, telling me she loved me and hoping I would get better soon.

As sore as I was, my heart soared.

And the feeling was reciprocated, sooner than I liked. She was suddenly shivering right before bedtime, so I sat beside her reading her most recent fave book, as we lay together in back.

One hand turned the pages. The other arm was around her… rubbing her back.

I tucked her in… told her I loved her… and hoped she would get better soon.

This love that binds us, unites us, and keeps us warm, is all I need. She knows when I need help, and instinctively I too know, when she needs me… like a little girl needs her Mama.

And although we are sick, and although we are sore… we have each other. We have our love.

Therefore, we have everything. ♥

#775 Making it ‘Work’ on Good Friday

So many things NOT working today.

Like I am sick. Sore. Fleeting moments of tiredness and weakness overwhelm me.

Baby girl is sick. Still. Her voice is still hoarse, she needs constant nose wiping, from me ONLY (as apparently this makes it better) and is not drinking much fluids.

Hubbie is still run down.

My pre-Easter baking didn’t get off to a good start. The self-raising flour I needed, well suddenly it wasn’t appropriate to use… don’t ask me why… so Hubbie had to go to several servos to find some.

Then in doing my cake pops, I didn’t do the round cake balls big enough… and so once they were covered in melted chocolate, they started to S-L-O-W-L-Y fall down the lollipop stick, ‘til they sunk to a stop at the polystyrene board floor.

To make matters worse, I had to leave my family at 6pm… to drive in to work.

WORK. I have not worked a Good Friday, EVER. And now due to circumstances out of my control, I am. Until way past midnight. Apparently, no days are holy anymore.

You can be sure there has been a whole lot of whining today.

At some point though, I remembered something. I remembered the greater purpose of today, and the purpose was largely, the annual Melbourne Good Friday appeal.

Every Good Friday now, for years and years and years, the good people of Melbourne (and Australia, and I hope even, the World) have been donating selflessly to a children’s hospital that has done wonderful things, and continues to, to help sick, and I mean, really sick kids, needing care, love, services and support.

Here I was whining about the day and upset I was leaving my family for work… and meanwhile, there were loads of kids spending their Easter weekend at the Royal Children’s Hospital, away from their families, away from their homes.

It just wasn’t fair. It ISN’T fair. The words ‘really sick,’ and ‘child,’ should not exist in the same breath.

And so I urge you now to do what I am going to do this very moment: donate to a very worthy cause.

http://goodfridayappeal.com.au/

There is always far, far worse in the world… but that doesn’t mean we can’t try to do something about it.

Give that they may grow.

And so suddenly, I was happy, that my family and I were all in the same house today, and that I was there, to wipe baby girl’s nose…

 

 

 

 

#749 ‘Get better’ breakfast in bed

I could hear baby girl and Hubbie downstairs. He was trying to get her dressed, find socks, and asking if she wanted banana in her weetbix.

Me? I was upstairs, wallowing in self-pity.

I felt like my body was trying to destruct me from the inside-out. I was in pain, and had told Hubbie I wasn’t getting out to start the day, anytime soon.

So, the solution?

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Hubbie brought me up breakfast. Just what the doctor ordered.

But I don’t meant the toast, tea or painkillers… rather, the loving husband ♥

#684 My little doctor

I was in a ‘zone’ – a zone to clean the house as deeply and thoroughly as I could.

The house has not had a proper clean since the kitchen renovations started, so I was really keen.

I walked from the bathroom to the laundry with an arm-full of cleaning products. Because of this, and also, because of SmikG clumsiness, my protruding elbow collided with the handle of the door.

“Ahhh!” I gasped, half-wheezing, half-shrieking, throwing the products onto the nearby bench so I could clutch at my elbow. The impact had sent shock waves into my bone, and it was reverberating, there were pins and needles, and deep, deep agony. I rubbed it wildly, trying to get a grip of myself, but the sounds still came out.

“OW! Oh oh oh, ouch, ohhhhhhh!”

I knew what would come as soon as I became vocal, and sure enough in amongst my canine-like yelping, came the sound of small running footsteps.

Thud thud thud thud thud.

Baby girl flew past the laundry door, before coming to a halt and backtracking when she saw where I was. She came over quickly and looked up at me all wide-eyed as I held my elbow, grimacing.

“Mama you ok?”

“Oh, Mama hurt her elbow very bad, it hurts!”

She held my arm and kissed it once, looking up at me all patiently and calmly, full of love, the way I look at her when I am trying to calm her down.

“Feel better?”

“Oh, a little bit. Here kiss it some more.” She immediately obeyed and planted more sweet kisses on my elbow.

“Oh honey, that’s much better, thank you so much my darling.” It still hurt like hell, but my heart was now brimming with love and joy, and that kind of outweighed that pesky elbow pain 😉

#665 and a half – Tube slide

The best part of my day came today when I was plummeting down a hill… with baby girl.

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It was the tube slide at The Enchanted Maze, something I will be posting about over on my SmikG page in the near future.

It was crazy-fun. The kind of crazy fun where you have an absolute ball, and yet simultaneously think you might crap your pants when the slide flies down so fast you turn backwards and seriously consider the reality of the whole thing flipping on you.

We survived… so we will go again. 😉

Best fun with a toddler, EVER.

P.S… the reason for my incomplete blog number above? – my superstition about the inability to post the number that comes before 7 and after 5, three times… well now I realise, it may be why baby girl knocked herself only a record amount of three times today, scratches, bruises, crying and ALL. Not at the Maze though. The Maze only brought good times.