#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‰

 

 

#1274 Your turn

I am stuck tonight guys…

It’s not like I am overly upset at anything… but I am tired. My flu has eased but left in its wake a terribly sore throat.

I am a bit meh. Anything I think of, I have no motivation to write of.Β It’s all very ho-hum like Snow White’s Dwarves… (wait a second, isn’t it hi-ho??!!)

So I hope for this blog’s sake, this plan of mine works.

If you have anything to share about which you are grateful for today, please post in the comments below.

You will save my daily gratitude blog for one day.

The more, the merrier. πŸ™‚

GO!

11:59 pm UPDATE!

My friend saved the gratitude day on facebook!

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That’s still a nifty record, #1274 down and counting… 😁

 

 

#1242 A night with Moana

What to do when the entire family is either sick, under-the-weather, tired, or a combination of all 3?

Well, you do what will make the youngest happy (also, the sickest as was in baby girl’s case 😦 )…

You watch a Disney movie.

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Moana was the chosen one tonight, in both senses of the word. We watched it in two lots – before dinner and after dinner.

It was really good. Sure, it didn’t miraculously make us better and all ailments gone by the end of it all… but Disney makes things feel better, and life feel brighter as we escape to their fairy tale world… if only temporarily. β™₯

#1205 Late night pharmacy

Oh, what a night.

And by no means am I talking about this kind of night:

Rather, I am coming from the time and place of the overly tired-stressed-frustrated-overwhelmed parent, the one who is sooo over it… and it is only Monday.

(Face Palm).

I can assure you, my posts this week will be super short. And therefore, I will now start writing my post in short form, so that you can create the story, yourself.

Super short, punchy sentences.

Ok?

Capiche?

Let’s go.

Baby girl.

Screaming! Pain! Oh the drama!

Crying, sobs.

Infection?

Call doctor.

More cries. Sobs and drama.

Needle? No darling.

Finally, peace.

Takeaway pizza (because drama).

And then doctor.

Check up good…

Urine sample!

?!?!?!?!

Pharmacy open?

Pharmacy CLOSED.

Google!

Pharmacy open over there!

Driving ALL night.

Get medicine.

Force baby girl to drink medicine.

Me…. very, very tired.

#1158 Counting down the work days

You ever have those days, when you really don’t wanna go to work?

Ha! you say. EVERY TIME, DUH!

Seriously though… I don’t mind going to work. Sure getting up sooo early can be extremely difficult. The tip-toeing around the house, trying to leave without making any noise, driving for a minimum of an hour, only to then have to WALK 10-15 minutes from where I have parked, to my place of employment…

But after that, I get to breathe. Relax. Work at my own pace (to some extent). Have a coffee break with my colleagues. Catch up, on stuff.

Eat and drink in peace.

Have ADULT conversation.

Feel valuable and needed.

Feel confident in what I do…

Get my drift?

But still there are some days where I wake up and am all –

“UGH.”

“Ugh, I didn’t sleep enough.”

“Ugh I feel sick.”

“Ugh it was so hot last night.”

“Ugh I had a restless night.”

“Ugh baby girl is grinding her teeth again and I’ve just lost the last half hour of my night.”

Whether my reasons were one, two or 17 of the above, let’s just say I really struggled this morning when the alarm went off at 5am.

I lay in bed, thinking very hard, very seriously… wishing that I didn’t have to get up… looking over at Hubbie, and baby girl who had crept up between us only hours earlier…

Feeling a bit like this cat really.

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But then I got up.

The work countdown helped me get up. Because even though there is no official end date as yet, there is a rough, estimated date, and I can almost say with assurance that there is less than 2 months to go.

2 months. NOT EVEN.

So I lugged myself out of bed. Did the tip toeing. Did the quiet exit. Did the dark and long commute.

Walked through the warm Autumn air. Past the docked boats gently bobbing in the morning water…

And into the glaring red light.

The countdown is on. Soon I won’t be walking there, and I’ll be officially unemployed.

But I’ll be unemployed and sleeping in my warm bed at 5am, and as baby girl would say

“Na na na na boo boo.”

πŸ˜‰