#1375 The gift of hoses and foresight

I caught a moment on camera as the sun went down tonight.

Hubbie had decided to wash the car in the evening, and baby girl as usual had decided to ‘help.’

If you have a child that wants to help you do anything, you can imagine what the above would be like… much less what it’d be like when a HOSE is involved.

It was all well and good for me as I was taking a momentary pause and snapping away at them… but Hubbie turned to me, mid-snap, and said “I have just gained 10 grey hairs.”

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After all of the shared soapy sponging of car, and shared washing of the car, baby girl pulsing water from the hose in the air like a gazillion times, and then deciding to water ALL the plants in the front yard 3 times each, she then decided she didn’t want to give the hose back.

Hubbie stood there telling her somewhat calmly that she had to give it back.

And that’s when I went snap! snap! snap!

Because I knew, in no time at all this would be a funny story. It would be one of those things that we could look back on fondly and say “remember when she would hog the hose?”

Only we wouldn’t have to wait ’til next year, next month or next week…

Foresight told me that it was only a matter of a change of scenery.

I took a final pic that showed baby girl complying –

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Happy for once, that despite all my positivity, it was him, and not ME.

😉🤣💦

 

#1251 To remember a song

Don’t you hate it when you walk into a room with purpose, get distracted by something… pause, and then think ‘what did I come here for again?’

It can be soooo annoying. Especially when you are super-busy or time-poor, which is almost everyone nowadays. I can usually backtrack my steps, go back to the ‘other’ thing I was doing, and sure enough within 10 minutes at the very most, the thought comes flying back to me, and just as quickly I then go to get it/do it/create it.

But it happens in so many different ways too.

You will catch up with an old friend and say “I had so much to tell you – I just can’t remember now…”

Or you will be falling asleep at night and think of the most creative and inspiring thing, and yet it is all but blah blah blah at sunrise after you wake up.

Or like me, you hear a song, try your best to remember it for future reference… and then forget.

That’s almost what happened to me yesterday. I didn’t even hear the song in question. I just remembered it. Out of nowhere. I was listening to another 80s tune on the way to meet my friends for dinner, and this other song popped into my head out of nowhere… I didn’t have it in my CD collection… I didn’t have it on my ipod… I just willed myself to remember and play it/show it to Hubbie the next day.

Tonight while starting to wash the massive pile of dishes from dinner, I went to put on the Bluetooth speaker to make my task more fun… nothing like a distraction technique like youtube to make the monotonous of washing dishes interesting…

And literally, just as I said to him “oh, I had a song I wanted to play for you…”

Guess what?

BANG. The song actually flew INTO my head! Not out.

Well what do you know?

I know, you are hanging to know what it is. 😉 It’s a song from a well-known 80s movie, and due to the movie it’s from I think many don’t tend to relate this song to the movie, because of a fairly prominent other song from the movie DEFINITELY tied to it.

Footloose. Sure, ‘Footloose’ is the song from Footloose, EVERYONE knows that. But did you know this song features too?:

See?

Hubbie hadn’t even heard of it. EVER. I was gob-smacked. This guy who plays 80s music almost every night…

The best line:

“I swear that I can see forever in your eyes…

(sing with me!) – 

PARADISE.”

Thanking my memory bank for this romantic 80s rock duet 🙂

 

 

#1208 Hubbie and jocks

“I should buy some more jocks this week…” it was kinda like a question that came from Hubbie, some days ago.

I paused for a second, trying to work out what he meant. “Well yeah, it’s better to have more…”

HOLD UP. Something occurred to me in that moment, of this fussy man of mine that I usually need to beg and plead to buy more jocks and socks (because when I buy them they are all WRONG).

“Do you need me to do the washing?”

“Well yeah, but I didn’t wanna bug you, you’re busy this week.”

OH MY GOD!

“Just tell me!” I cried out in horror.

Rest assured… I did the washing today.

There are jocks. There are socks.

And most importantly, there is love from my husband, who is doing his best to soothe me and keep me calm and happy in this busiest of busy weeks for me, just so I stress less and have more smiles than frowns on my face.

By going out and doing what he does, least.

That is love, people.

#1163 Love through a window

Often I forget how good I have it, despite my concerted daily gratitude journaling.

It happened this morning. I was at the kitchen, finally tending to the dishes that had piled up since the day before… dish after dish I washed, while Hubbie passed my immediate view from outside, off to do his put-off job of cleaning the barbeque left over from Saturday evening.

He passed me once. Twice. Three times. We smiled grandly at each other. Blew kisses. Mouthed “I love you’s.” I realised as he walked off that I was still smiling stupidly from our little gestures.

Which were big, in fact.

And that’s when it hit me – I was so lucky. I was so lucky to be in the place, the relationship, the state we were in. In love. Happy. There were people in loveless marriages. Who felt stuck. Confused. Unsatisfied. Unheard. Used. Mistreated.

I had a man who thought I was pretty cool… and likewise, I thought he was pretty awesome too.

And all of this, at the kitchen sink 🙂

#1128 Un-asked dish washing

Today, as I held my head in my hands, grappling with not just a thumping headache but sorrowful emotions from the day, Hubbie took his empty dinner plate to the kitchen while baby girl and I had our last bites.

Running water. Clinking of dishes. The opening and closing of the rubbish bin.

It was unmistakable. He was doing the dishes.

My Hubbie. A helper, but also a ‘hater-of-dishes’ kind of helper.

Still he got up.

Unasked.

No fanfare.

With simple action, practically in the background, he got up and got to it.

And I suddenly loved him ALL THE MORE. 😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🍽🥣🥄🍴

#709 The spider and the moth

Gratitude can often be found, in the strangest of places…

I have a non-visual story to tell, one that was the briefest of moments, and one that made me gasp in disbelief. But first, let me show you my day in photos.

Some days I stay home and do the washing. Other days are FULL.

This such day, was FULL. And visual.

We did lots of things, and I am grateful for the opportunity to have done them all. The first included a visit to the Circus that is currently in town:

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The first and last time I had been I was 8 or 9, so my visits between have been non-existent. Baby girl has never been, so combined, my desire to see it when the ol’ Silvers sign popped up in town, was deep.

However despite all this and the magic and jazz and what-not, baby girl spent the first half of the show begging me for popcorn after seeing others eating it, and then after the interval as she ate said-popcorn, she then proceeded to ask me repeatedly to go home.

Sigh. That’s my girl for you. Sitting for a couple of hours for Frozen on Ice was difficult for her, and that’s one of her favourite movies.

But the best part of the morning? When I took a handful of her popcorn, and she calmly and firmly said to me “no Mama, no more, that’s enough.”

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Oh how I LOLed and LOLed.

Second up after lunch was a café and park visit. These I love as they are merely a short walk across the road and down a street to a local strip of shops that sit near a park. I feel so local, so integrated in the community when we head over like that. First we stop for a caffeine injection

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And then we head over to the playground to get her play off some steam

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It was hotter than expected though, so we didn’t stay too long.

The evening gave us an opportunity to cool down and unwind, as we got super close to nature. Boneo Maze and Mini Golf are doing a special month-long Summer event that ends in about a week, called Lantasia, which showcases lit-up lanterns and light installations along their park grounds and tree walks, as night falls.

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This was also interesting and inventive, chilled and relaxing too, and would have been more so if baby girl didn’t have to go to the toilet twice while in the middle of one such long walk, and since there is only one lot of toilets in the café, it meant we had to go ALL the way back down the walk to get there. But there was a Vintage Carousel too, so that kind of made us forget the annoying-ness of the former.

 

All of today’s events were super exciting and fun and made for a very tired and spent baby girl by day’s end, leaving me grateful for a multitude of reasons… but one thing stood out to me today, and it was the most unexpected thing, that I am still in awe of the memory in my head.

In between the park and the Lantasia lantern walk, baby girl and I were chilling at home, doing this and that, and I went to head outside and hang some washing. (I even do it on FULL days, you see).

I got to the door, and could see there was a moth sitting on the security door which was outside of the glass sliding door I was about to open. I scrunched my nose in disgust, as saying that I have a strong unpleasant aversion to that gross insect is an understatement, but I also wondered why the hell it was there then, since it was about 5:30 and there was still hours left ’til sunset – they were more a dusk/night insect.

As I opened the sliding door, the sudden movement made it fly away, and I was satisfied until I saw with dismay another moth fluttering crazily nearby the wall of the house, near a window.

What, another one? What was this? I watched it carefully as I stepped out, careful in case it flew towards me, or worse still for the long-term, in case it flew inside the house. It hovered, fluttering gently though erratically as moths do, and I kept my eyes trained on it, holding my washing with me, as I slid the door closed behind me, this moth flying in the bottom corner of the window frame… until suddenly there was a movement of black. And a spider suddenly crawled out of an indistinct hole in the corner of the outside window frame.

I watched as it grabbed hold of the moth – it all happened so quickly I can’t actually believe what my eyes saw – and then the fluttering came to a slow halt. There was a fellow scurrying of black legs, and the spider disappeared with its catch, back into its invisible-to-the-human-eye, hole.

WHAT?!

Had I been 5 seconds later, I would have missed the whole thing. And instead, here I was, watching two insects I care very little for, suddenly become a David Attenborough documentary before my very eyes!

Had either insect been in our house, I would have ‘gotten rid of them’ without concern. Both cause me alarm, more so moths, because with their erratic flying they can cross a room in seconds, and I don’t like that. Spiders are somewhat easier to contain.

But when I saw that spider today, not only catch its prey, but in doing so, rid the exterior door of moths?

I was impressed.

I said to Hubbie later on, as I retold the story, “when you next spray bug killer around the house, avoid that window frame.”

My buddy lives there.

My buddy the spider.

He looks after the moths for me. 🙂

And so concludes the story of the spider and the moth.