17.6.13
We aren't morning people
We struggle on weekday mornings.
Give us the weekend when we can wake at 9:30.
Weekdays are for the birds.
I dont expect anything of the kids in the mornings. I learnt quickly that if I want a smooth calm morning, there was no need to clutter it with unnecessary jobs — for all of our sanity.
The alarm goes off at 8 ( 7 if you are the unlucky teenager) , we get up get dressed, eat some breaky and leave at 8:40. Somedays I hit the snooze button, so we do all that with just 10 minutes less.
The snooze button is for that Tyler child. It turns out I just gave birth to myself in male child form with that one.
No matter how early he goes to bed, mornings — well they just suck for him.
Everything about mornings is function only, which is why I often look like death warmed up walking the kids to school.
But I still get people smiling at me as we walk by. Why.
Cause to quote Cooper "good boys gib their mums flowers for their hair, so they can be beautiful"
Give us the weekend when we can wake at 9:30.
Weekdays are for the birds.
I dont expect anything of the kids in the mornings. I learnt quickly that if I want a smooth calm morning, there was no need to clutter it with unnecessary jobs — for all of our sanity.
The alarm goes off at 8 ( 7 if you are the unlucky teenager) , we get up get dressed, eat some breaky and leave at 8:40. Somedays I hit the snooze button, so we do all that with just 10 minutes less.
The snooze button is for that Tyler child. It turns out I just gave birth to myself in male child form with that one.
No matter how early he goes to bed, mornings — well they just suck for him.
Everything about mornings is function only, which is why I often look like death warmed up walking the kids to school.
But I still get people smiling at me as we walk by. Why.
Cause to quote Cooper "good boys gib their mums flowers for their hair, so they can be beautiful"
So this tired, no make up bad selfie photo is one of my favourites, cause my boy says im beautiful. Even if it is taken during the evil hour that starts with a 8.....
16.6.13
Sometimes you just need to run away.
My poor husband works hard.
At work, At home, At Teaching Guitar and Playing gigs
And for the most part he is easy going. Doesn't believe in getting angry, says it gets you no where.
So when the cranks start to eek into our life, and they are cranks that getting sent to his studio does not get rid of. I know its time.
We run away.
We are fortunate that his sister has a holiday house. No where fancy and the house is basic. But it's not home, and its near the beach and near a place that sells pizza bigger then my baby girl.
Once I finally persuaded him to take the week off, he started making plans.
He wanted to work on his deck — which worked for me, (I had my last barista class and I teach cake decorating on a Wednesday), but Thursday and Friday - clear and free.
And he knew how much I had been wanting to take the kids to Cockington Green. Plus in his mind, it was ONLY another 2 and a half hours to the snow and it was the start of Aussie snow season!
Cockington green was fabulous. I often struggle with finding things that will keep my range of ages happy ( I have one in every age gap at the moment, except baby), but this was a happy medium. There were things to find ( Jason is alive and well chasing people with his chainsaw still, and the grim reaper waiting for his next victims)
We did talk about doing the dinosaur museum which is next door but they had enough outside for the kids to see that kept everyone happy.
And then the next drive. We made it to perisher just as the sun was fading and — the worst start to snow season ever. We found just enough snow to throw a snowball, at charlottes pass where the wind blew so hard it pulled the car seat lose when we opened the door. Thats just enough snow for us I think. No photos, it was quick, fast and furious out there!
Being a beach house — the next day there was no way we could leave without a walk to the beach. And maybe on the way to the beach I might of passed a couple of op shops......
So a walk to the beach it was — which is how my water addicted boy managed to throw snowballs and swim in the surf in less then 24 hours.........
At work, At home, At Teaching Guitar and Playing gigs
And for the most part he is easy going. Doesn't believe in getting angry, says it gets you no where.
So when the cranks start to eek into our life, and they are cranks that getting sent to his studio does not get rid of. I know its time.
We run away.
We are fortunate that his sister has a holiday house. No where fancy and the house is basic. But it's not home, and its near the beach and near a place that sells pizza bigger then my baby girl.
Once I finally persuaded him to take the week off, he started making plans.
He wanted to work on his deck — which worked for me, (I had my last barista class and I teach cake decorating on a Wednesday), but Thursday and Friday - clear and free.
And he knew how much I had been wanting to take the kids to Cockington Green. Plus in his mind, it was ONLY another 2 and a half hours to the snow and it was the start of Aussie snow season!
Cockington green was fabulous. I often struggle with finding things that will keep my range of ages happy ( I have one in every age gap at the moment, except baby), but this was a happy medium. There were things to find ( Jason is alive and well chasing people with his chainsaw still, and the grim reaper waiting for his next victims)
We did talk about doing the dinosaur museum which is next door but they had enough outside for the kids to see that kept everyone happy.
And then the next drive. We made it to perisher just as the sun was fading and — the worst start to snow season ever. We found just enough snow to throw a snowball, at charlottes pass where the wind blew so hard it pulled the car seat lose when we opened the door. Thats just enough snow for us I think. No photos, it was quick, fast and furious out there!
Being a beach house — the next day there was no way we could leave without a walk to the beach. And maybe on the way to the beach I might of passed a couple of op shops......
So a walk to the beach it was — which is how my water addicted boy managed to throw snowballs and swim in the surf in less then 24 hours.........
3.6.13
I might just heart swaps
I must admit im more surprised then anyone.
But wait for it ................... Facebook has opened up my swapping world!
I know and I resisted joining for ages.
Im on a sewing page called sew from your stash ( aussie based) and they have a fairy godmother swap.
I.e. someone posts three things they would like — you say sure. Heck I can I can do that and then you list three things you would like while making theirs and sending it off.
I have been the luckiest recipient out of that swap ...… EVER
first Lara received a fabric dolls bed — complete with embroidered pillow and blanket
And I was in desperate need for a crochet roll, not only did I get one in one of my favourite colour combos but wait for it......… FILLED!!!!!
My latest swap was through the yarnbusters page on facebook ( seems to be predominantly US and Aussies). A lovely lady had mentioned that she had been to a large US craft store to try and get a wooden hook to try — well I now had a spare in the size she needed, so a size 5-mm, in a sweet koala pouch with some lil bear scissors and some furry friends chocolates made their way over there and what I thought was going to be a couple o kool aid pouches made their way over to me.
Instead I received a BOUNTY of kool aid — in so many colours/flavours, in the sweetest little crochet purse ever. I cant wait to start dyeing some yarn with them ( all while keeping it away from the boys ho want to drink them!)
Between the swaps, postcrossing, and my creative penpal swap, my letterbox has officially been named most fun destination in NSW ( even if I am waiting for the electricity bill — anyone want to swap for that)?
But wait for it ................... Facebook has opened up my swapping world!
I know and I resisted joining for ages.
Im on a sewing page called sew from your stash ( aussie based) and they have a fairy godmother swap.
I.e. someone posts three things they would like — you say sure. Heck I can I can do that and then you list three things you would like while making theirs and sending it off.
I have been the luckiest recipient out of that swap ...… EVER
And I was in desperate need for a crochet roll, not only did I get one in one of my favourite colour combos but wait for it......… FILLED!!!!!
Instead I received a BOUNTY of kool aid — in so many colours/flavours, in the sweetest little crochet purse ever. I cant wait to start dyeing some yarn with them ( all while keeping it away from the boys ho want to drink them!)
Between the swaps, postcrossing, and my creative penpal swap, my letterbox has officially been named most fun destination in NSW ( even if I am waiting for the electricity bill — anyone want to swap for that)?
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