Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
She gave them broth without any bread,
Then whipped them all soundly
And put them to bed.
Oh how I sympathise with this woman!
Looking after four kids is kind of 'kicking my ass' (thanks for that eloquent expression Mr Brad Pitt). My children are aged 10, 8, 2 and 4 weeks. Looking after three kids was a no brainer. The older two were at school during the day and the baby and I would spend the days sitting on the couch eating bon bons and watching Oprah.
Now it's a whole new ball game. The days are fine. The older two are still at school. The little ones have developed a great routine where they tag team their naps so I never get anything done. Occasionally, they forget their evil plans and I find myself able to jump on the treadmill for an hour. Otherwise it's days filled with doing laundry, mopping pee off the floor and visiting playgrounds.
It's the evenings that are slowly driving me insane. My husband has after work activities (basketball, golf...hard life) most week nights so I am left alone to deal with my beautiful family. Every day at 5pm someone replaces my nice, normal children with screaming, bitching, fighting, terrifying little monsters. The rooms that I spent hours cleaning are decimated in minutes. My floors are suddenly covered in so much crap I have to wade through them. The beautiful sleeping baby turns into a screaming banshee.
Throw in homework, flute practise, making dinner, story time and by 9pm I am a zombie. I swear that my husband thinks I'm being overly dramatic when he walks in the door each night to a trashed house and I throw the baby at him then storm off to spend just five bloody minutes on facebook. After all, I get to stay at home all day just playing house.
I think the old woman in the shoe just wanted some damn peace and quiet so she could update her status.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Is it too early to dust off my dancing shoes?
What to do, what to do? My lovely girlfriend has decided that she needs to let loose this weekend and has organised a big girls night out. A night that will most likely involve a lot of booze, good food and hysterical cackling. Normally, I'd be the first one to jump onboard and the one most likely to do be doing body shots off a stripper.
But. I just had a baby. Like 3 1/2 weeks ago.
So as much as I want to go out and party like a rock star I think I'll have to say no. Ugh. Trying to find a fabulous outfit that covers the wobbly bits, expressing milk, timing my departure and arrival between feeds and night time feeds with a hangover just sounds like a little bit too much work.
Maybe next weekend. :)
Happy Fathers Day!
Here in Australia it was Fathers Day on Sunday. So to my darling husband, Happy Fathers Day! You may try my patience sometimes but you're a great dad! People kept asking if I'd gotten him anything nice for the occasion. "Yup," I'd butt in "He got a brand new baby and it me 9 months to prepare that!" So no, no aftershave and new socks in our house. The kids made cards and we decided to head down to Byron Bay with friends for the day.
I am still constantly surprised by the fact that we all have kids now and that they all enjoy playing together.
Even Jazzy had a great day. She's finally getting big enough to play with the older kids but she's so independent that she is more than happy to go off and do her own thing. Like adopting the family next to us, then peeing in their tent (sorry!).
All you need for a Sunday afternoon. Great weather, great friends and cute kids. Maybe a few bottles of wine!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
I'm a Fang Banger!
Now I'm pretty sure I don't remember my parents ever being obsessed or into anything. They were your average 80s daggy parents that embarrassed me in public and drove a pink Volvo. For real. Imagine going clubbing for the first time and having your parents pick you up in that.
So I find it hilarious that I continue with my vampire obsession into my adult life. I remember being a young teen and reading Bram Stokers Dracula for the first time. Can you imagine how excited I was when I found out that Winona and Keanu were making the movie? Piss my pants excited I think! I dragged my whole family to the cinema and all I remember is that I sat there the whole time thinking...should I explain why they're doing that...that didn't happen in the book! My first experience of Hollywood vs the great book.
So fast forward and we get to Twilight. Last year I was pretty miserable and my husband saw a random news story about a book series. He knows me pretty well for a boy that doesn't read. I love fat books. I love wine. I bought them all (drank some wine) and made all my friends read them too. Totally contagious. My girlfriends have been Twilight hags ever since. Then the movie came out.
I didn't watch it.
I knew it would be bad. And somehow because EVERYONE had jumped on the bandwagon, I wanted to watch it even less. I've since seen a dodgy dvd version and I'm very sorry to say I still don't like it. The actors are lame but hopefully the 2nd movie will impress (CAN I HAVE MY BOOKS BACK PLEASE!)
So. Back to the vampire obsession. I was pregnant this year and went through a phase when I consumed nearly every book in the library. I stumbled upon a book in the True Blood series. I'd heard about the show but so? But because I was reading EVERYTHING I gave it a go. It took a while to get into because I'd started somewhere in the middle of the series but lo and behold I was in love again!
Straight to the video shop I ran to get the series and I had to wait two weeks (and have a bub) in order to watch it. LOVE IT! Never have I seen a show be so accurate, funny and clever all at once. I am itching to watch series 2 (internet dies when I want to downoad it...DAMN!).
So my poor kids have a mother who is a fang banger. Or wishes she was. Which I think is kinda cool. At least I don't drive a pink volvo.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Today is D-Day. September 1st is the day that my 12 week fitness challenge begins. A day that signifies the beginning of my quest for inspiration, motivation and perspiration!
And you know what?
BUT it would be rather pathetic to give up on day one. Thankfully, I seem to have inspired a bunch of people to join me on my mission and since spring has sprung I'd like to thank Michelle for posting this on her facebook status...
"Successful people do daily what unsuccessful people do occasionally."
Bring on the tuna.