How’s your 2019 been, babes? I’ve been reflecting on mine and the only thing that comes to mind is WTF most of the time! Nothing about this year has gone how I could have possibly imagined. Some of those things have been good/joyful and some of those things have been painful and utterly confusing – my faith in people has been constantly challenged and then restored and challenged again! Throughout all of this, I have learned a hell of a lot about myself, about life and about the depth of my empathy for others. Growth has been painful but god damn I just keep on getting stronger! I feel like…
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Taking Stock: September 2018
Holy crap, it’s the first day of spring and the sun is actually out. Kind of. Like when I typed that last sentence, a cloud went over. But it’s good. No rain on a weekend day is fine by me! I always feel weird talking about the first day of spring because we all know it doesn’t actually get really good until at least October. It’s nice that everybody is so optimistic, though. Anyway, it’s time for me to ‘take stock’ again. Here’s what’s happening right now… Making: healthier food choices over the last couple of days has really made a difference for me. I’ve lost 900g! I just hope I…
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Getting caught in the rain (and accidentally running for the first time since the Little Miss was born).
I went for a run yesterday. Yes, thank you for your applause. Really, it’s not necessary. It wasn’t on purpose. It was a total accident. Definitely not planned. I was getting shitty about my recent lack of exercise. The Little Miss is always changing her day time sleep routine (I mean can I even call it that?) and I had stopped even thinking about getting on the treadmill. In all honesty, I’ve been tired and lazy and eating my body weight in carbs (and not even the good-ish ones). So, when the Little Miss woke from a nap in the late morning, I had a choice between housework or self…
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Reasons I am not cool #12987: I don’t ‘get’ plants/gardening.
I can’t keep plants alive. I am not a gardener. Don’t even try to mistake me for having any kind of slightly green thumb. I don’t know how I have kept dogs and small children alive for years, but that plant we picked up from Bunnings like last week is already dying. Ha. Kidding. I don’t pick up plants from Bunnings. I’m realistic enough to know it will end badly. For the plant. Right now, indoor plants and succulents and stuff are really popular (and look absolutely gorgeous), but I just can’t get excited about them. It’s not them. It’s me. Watering plants does not excite me. In fact, that’s…
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Flexible.
OK. So I am obsessed with asking myself if I’m teaching my baby to be ‘flexible’ enough. No, I am not talking about teeny tiny baby yoga. I am talking about breaking routine just enough that she becomes adaptable and as easy going as possible, in order to make our lives easier and her potential future anxiety less intrusive on her short little life. For example, having her get used to exploring places she’s never been (by ‘exploring’ I mean being taken there against her will because she’s a little baby and can’t decide jack shit). Or by having her accept that sometimes we’ll go out at night time and…
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Sunday brain dump.
Why hello, Sunday. It’s almost the start of a new week (thanks Captain Obvious). Sunday is the day when there are usually attempts made to prep for the oncoming shit show that is known as 5 days of school runs and crazy evenings full of witching hour nonsense (I once described it as bitching hour and someone sweetly and naively asked me if it was a typo – bless their cotton socks). I’ve decided that I am not thinking enough during the daylight hours lately, but I am doing more than enough thinking at 2am in the morning. It’s go go go on autopilot and the immediacy of putting out…
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A messy girl’s guide to cleaning up your side of the bathroom.
I know this will shock you, but I am not a domestic goddess. And by ‘shock you’ I mean, ‘probably not going to surprise you in the slightest if you even vaguely know me’. I have a very busy brain and I can lose focus easily. Sometimes this means that my organisation skills suffer a lot little. I’ve had years of practice being me, so I have overcome a lot of these issues by planning better and making things easier for myself in life in general, but things do slip through the cracks. Especially when I’ve been out of my mind busy. Which is very different to being ‘got your…
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The selfie struggle.
Oh, yes. It’s a real first world problem, this one! Lately, I’ve been scrolling through my Instagram posts and asking myself what I can do to make my account look a bit more appealing. Am I showing a great variety of moments from my every day life? Am I getting better at telling the stories behind the photos (and not just posting something with very little captioning that doesn’t make sense to anyone but me)? Does my profile look colourful and is it something that would make me want to delve further if I wasn’t me? I think I’m doing OK-ish, by my small fish standards, considering I started off…
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Back to School anxiety: mine, not his.
It’s January. That time when it sinks in that the school holidays are not as long as you thought they were and you feel that downward slide back to reality. Another school year, filled with trying to remember stuff and being on time for drop offs and pick ups and SO MANY LUNCHES to be made. I am looking forward to the Little Mister attending pre-primary full time. I imagine the first few weeks will be full of exhausted after school meltdowns, but I am excited to be able to spread my work hours out over the week more evenly and feel a lot more productive. The thing is, I…
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My pet(ty) peeves.
Ha. I guess this will kind of be like an anti-Happy List (you know how I sometimes write a list of the stuff that has made me happy?)! Because while I am a pretty positive person who usually knows how to pick my battles, sometimes stuff shits me too. And I’m not talking about the big stuff. I’m talking about dumb, smallish stuff. The petty stuff. I figure why not write it down and see if anyone relates (and we can all have a giggle over it). So here’s the stuff that shits me… When coat hangers get tangled Like I will literally feel a rage build up inside me. Even…
