I did. I had a fantastic time.
The amount of people we slightly overwhelming but it was so exciting to be around people who enjoy all the geeky shit I do.
I also ran into Kristie from Hespera’s Garden and got to cuddle her and her cuties which was AMAZING.
Points to the person who can work out my costume😉
Misty was definitely my favourite😉
Yes this blog is coming to you live,from my shower
Shower selfie included. I wonder if I tagged shower selfie my stats would go up…
I kid. I don’t even have any make up on, does it even count as a selfie these days?
My point is, being a full time working parent is fucking hard. I’m still trying to get the balance.
And by balance I mean find time to do everything.
And by that I mean I have in the past week written both my meal plan and grocery list in the shower.
And now a blog.
Huzzah for waterproof phones hey! Multitasking at its best.
Look at me I’m getting clean/having precious alone time without children climbing all over me (and by alone time I mean actually just being alone, not the other kind of “alone time”) and being productive.
Certainly that will have brands lining up to work with me yes? No.
But oh well. They don’t want to work with the lady that can blog in her shower, they don’t know what they’re missing.
And also, I am wondering, what would you like me to write about? Other than random shower thoughts because I know you wonder if you are the only person who has considered writing your grocery list in the shower) obviously not).
Last question: do you sit on the floor in the shower too?
I love Sydney. I love the bustle and the busy.
I love it’s honesty. The dirt and the grime next to the brand new.
I love how everything here tries so hard to seem like it is something else but in doing so, you see exactly what it is trying to hide.
Newtown is my favourite.
It is so eclectic and dingy and it is not ashamed of that. It proudly says “you don’t have to like me, but you will know me.”
I love the art. And here, everything is art. Your hair, your skin, your house, your store, your clothes.
I love that last night my friend and I went out at 11:30 at night for dinner and had the most amazing vegetable soup I’ve ever had
I love that the city never sleeps and it is not just the clubs that are awake.
I love the vibrance and feel and community.
Next time I’m going to bring the kids so they can see it too.
Is a quarter year life crisis a thing?
Or maybe a not having any more babies crisis.
Or an almost 10 year reunion in high school crisis.
Or an I don’t know who I am anymore crisis.
I don’t know.
I don’t even know if it is a crisis.
Apart from the body trying to throw almost panic attacks at me for no fucking reason other than I am no longer on blood pressure medication, I think it’s going pretty well.
I mean, I got a full time job. Granted, not the most mentally challenging job in the world but it feels good.
I think people underestimate how good it feels to spend money they’ve earned.
It also feels good to be doing something that has adult conversation. Don’t get me wrong, I miss my kids in a way only a stay at home parent who has gone back to work can but at the same time ohhhh sweet adult conversation.
Oh lunch break. Oh 10 minute rest breaks. Highlights of my days.
Do other parents come out the other side of those baby years (yeah, I thought that meant a full night sleep too, but let me tell you, I was wrong!) and wonder who the fuck they are?
where did everything they enjoyed go?
Who is this person with the boring hair in the pony tail and ugg boots?
To the shops WHAT?!
I mean sure, I have some pretty wicked kids from it.
Wouldn’t trade them even if I have gained forehead wrinkles.
But I also want me.
I’m working on it.
I made a thing.
It’s hard to read but you get the idea.
Lately everyone has been too busy slagging each other off that people are falling through the cracks.
We had a school interview for Dexter’s future primary school yesterday.
It all went pretty well, she was impressed that he not only knows how to say Paleontologist but that he also told her he wants to be one and find fossils when he’s older, you know, if he can’t be a Mako Shark because that’s what he really wants to be.
I’m anxious about sending him to school, for various reasons.
I know when we changed child cares, he flourished.
He’s a different child now. Confident, sharing his knowledge with everyone, not only playing with others but leading the play. Tell stories, making jokes. Making friends.
He doesn’t come home sad any more.
He doesn’t come home telling me that his friends don’t love him.
And I don’t want that to change.
I know I can’t protect him forever but I was actually aching just thinking about it.
I don’t know how I will survive not being able to fix everything with a kiss and a cuddle.
But it’s not about me, is it?
I’m super impressed that the school is completely on board with sensory kids, to the point they have weighted dog toys that the kids use in the classrooms to hug and play with, to calm them down.
She wants reports from Dexter’s OT so that the teachers can follow through with his progress and everyone can be on the same page.
I’m terrified about how it will impact him.
Even last night he had a meltdown about how big the day was.
I’m so terrified I’m already looking up OOSH booking forms so I know and he knows and we can practice it.
Lots of different groups of people, of different ages each and every day.
But he’s clever. I know he’ll cope.
I’ll be taking him to the OT soon so we can talk about this transition, about practicing our words and letters and patience and how we can best help him be happy.
I’ve been asked about what I feed my children for it to be healthy, quick and stuff they’ll eat.
Firstly when it comes to stuff they eat, I don’t really give them any other choice. I don’t tell them they’ll get fat if they eat bad food.
Foods aren’t bad and fat isn’t something we should shame.
We have sometimes foods and we eat to fuel our bodies. Our bodies work best when we have good food and we have the most fun when our bodies work their best.
There are a few things that make my life easy when it comes to packing lunches.
Bocconcini is the best friend. Crackers (jatz style or rice crackers). Sliced veggies, fruit I don’t have to cut, dried fruit.
These are sandwiches that I make in advance and freeze – take them out the night before, chicken and cheese works well.
Grapes and Mandarin, easy for them and me. It’s their two fruits for the day.
Sliced celery, cucumber and some cherry tomatoes. Bocconcini. Crackers, apricots, Sultanas.
That will get them through the day. At least until we walk through the door in the evening to the chorus of “I’m hungry!”