#1493 All charged up

I don’t know whether to laugh, or cry.

It is all so bloody crazy.

So, two weeks into training of a new job, and…

Worldwide virus hits and begins to shut down everything in its path.

The positive?

We can work from home.

The negative?

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.

IT WORKED!

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.

Crapping myself now…

 

#1488 The porch evening break

It has been go-go-go lately.

So after the constant cooking-cleaning-tidying-preparing for the next day was STILL not done, I saw Hubbie sitting on the bench outside and decided…

F*&% it.

I would join him.

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And as tired/cranky/frustrated/achy and EVERYTHING that I was, there was something soothing about seeing a girl in a Unicorn dress, prance across the yard to the fading sunset…

#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. πŸš˜πŸ˜‰

 

#1439 The toy clean-out

Can you believe from the hours of 1pm to almost 6pm, with two breaks for lunch and coffee, I spent the time cleaning out and sorting baby girl’s toys?

Ashamedly, not even all of them. Today we tackled the area called the family room – it has the second ‘kid’ TV, my computer and desk where I do ALL my writing, and to the side of me, her ‘small’ play area.

Only it wasn’t so small when we started today. It had grown huge and out of control.

Baby girl was fabulous. Funnily enough, culling toys and taking everything out of boxes to reassess and work out if it needs to go in the throw, keep or donate pile, is actually a fun task for kids when you get them involved… they end up discovering a whole lot of stuff they’d forgotten about. Throughout the day baby girl ended up playing with new and re-discovered toys constantly while I kept interrupting her with “hey, focus… keep or throw?”

I kept her involved, because I like to keep her happy.

But when she goes back to school, I am going to focus on the out of reach spot in her cupboard and those A-Z drawers in her room that she isn’t as well acquainted with…

And cull it all. Mwa ha ha.

Today she was absolutely brilliant in her brutal ability to say ‘throw’ for things that honestly, I hesitated and asked “really?” about too many times that I care to admit.

And to have gotten rid of so much stuff is honestly liberating… and now, EXHAUSTING. 😴

 

 

#1411 Guess… who?

The day after Christmas is usually spent –

nursing a sore head.

nursing a swollen tummy

nursing a tired body –

and as such not much happens.Β 

Around here anyway.

There are new presents to play with and find homes for, a lot of cleaning, breathing out a sigh of relief that Christmas is over, yet simultaneously feeling sad that Christmas is a whole 364 days away…

It’s a well-intentioned catch-up and family day.

And what better family way to end the day than with an…

Old-fashioned game.

Guess which one?!?!

‘Santa’ got this as one of baby girl’s few presents. I LOVED this growing up and as she’s at an age where she’s getting a lot out of board games like this one.

I sat opposite her while Hubbie helped her work out the best questions to ask to eliminate the most people, and we got to work –

slamming the faces DOWN.

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The best bit? The times I won, she was so rapt, thinking that by me guessing correctly she had won.

LOL LOL LOL.

The end of night scoreboard? 2-2.

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™₯

 

#1307 Dancing disco shoes

Nothing could go wrong… could it?

I mean it was a kids disco party. The primary school was separated by age for goodness sakes. Prep to grade 2 the first part of the afternoon, with the older kids into the evening.

Having choc tops available would not be a bad thing, right?

All that sugar, only to be let loose when the chicken dance came on… nah. πŸ“πŸ₯

At the end of the week. Almost, at the end of term.

The kids are tired. They didn’t want holidays… they needed holidays.

And it wasn’t just a normal Friday…

It was Friday the 13th, Friday. πŸ‘»

ON A FULL MOON. πŸŒ•

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Oh gawd.

I’m having fun here guys. As did baby girl this afternoon. The only time where I ate my words, was after commenting to several other Mums how all our kids would be as high as kites and hitting walls when the disco was done.

Not realising that my own child would be in tears as we walked off…

Because she didn’t get to buy a bloody glow stick.

(Shakes head).

“I’ll buy you a glow stick tomorrow!”

I had to laugh. I did. It was full moon time after all.

And I was still pretty happy to see her so excited, at her first ever school disco. πŸ₯ΏπŸ“ΏπŸŽ‰