Did I Tell You I Went To Supanova?

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 πŸ˜‰

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Misty was definitely my favourite πŸ˜‰

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Shower Blog

Yes this blog is coming to you live,from my shower

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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?

Announcement

So lately I have been feeling clucky.
Really clucky.
Everyone around me is having babies.

After much deliberation I decided it’s time to add my brood.

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What did I tell you. Clucky.

Left to right we have Flossy, Eryst and Honey.
The kids are smitten.

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The girls are a little shy

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They will be free range whilst we’re home but they need to be locked up for a little while so they know where home is.

This just makes me want more for my farm.

Surgery

So I had people guess what my surgery was.
I didn’t say it before hand because quite frankly, I didn’t want to deal with people’s negative Bullshit.

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Tada.
There’s my surgery.

I will answer questions if you like but it was only yesteryear so have patience πŸ™‚

Children; Life’s Little Awkward Moment Makers

So the other day we’re sitting at Nanna’s dining table with Lola and Dex was tiptoeing along the edges of tiles nearby.
Talking about their genitalia – as children are often inclined to.

Lola informs Nanna “I’ve got a vagina. and Dexter has a penis!”
To which Dexter adds “Yep! I do!” And wiggles in our general direction to emphasize the point.

Lola then sits and thinks for a second before telling Nanna “And Daddy has a BIIIIIIIIG penis!”
Because obviously everyone’s bits need to be discussed at the dining table.

Not to be outdone though because the next day:

In the parent’s room at the local shopping centre and we’re in the toilet 0 the one that has the small toilet and the big toilet.
Lola was on the little toilet and Dex was on the big toilet.
Dex had finished so I decided to do a wee also.

Once Lola had finished, we washed our hands and we’re walking out and Dex loudly says “Lola’s got a little vagina. Mummy has a BIG vagina. Little vagina’s don’t have hair on them.”

 

Geez, thanks guys.

P.S. These are things we discuss at home. We always talk about how it’s not appropriate for anyone to touch your vagina or penis. About how it is yours and yours alone and to tell either Mummy or Daddy if anyone touches you and makes you feel yucky.
We don’t shame any particular body part and all parts are talked about openly.

Sex Is Better Than Sleep

Everywhere I turn – parents are saying they would rather sleep than have sex.
I would link the Mamamia article right now but I’m on my phone.

Really?
Really?

There is nothing sleep gives me that sex doesn’t.
Other than, you know, sleep.
But the sex makes the sleep so much better and I actually feel rested the next morning regardless of the little amount of sleep I’ve had the night before.

It brings closeness and intimacy where in a relationship that is so often spent going to and from work and home and school and cooking and cleaning and everything gets buried under the every day.
Sex is when you can be yourself with your other half.
When nothing else matters.

When I’m feeling like all I am is a mum, frazzled and run down and quite over it, sex makes it all better.

Let’s be honest – you’re a parent.
You’re going to be tired in the morning. There’s no doubt about it.
Why not take an extra 45 minutes and enjoy each other?
Take your mind off everything.
Works for me.

(Or you know, maybe give it a go in the morning because children get up so fucking early, you can put ABC2 on, give them breakfast and an apple and go to town. Probably make sure you shut the door properly though otherwise you might end up with the awkward situation of meeting the gaze of a 2 year old when you turn your head)
Not that I would know.

What Your Friendly Sales Assistant is Thinking – A Rant

I work in a store that has underwear, activewear and sleepwear.
For the most part, I really enjoy my job. The girls I work with are cool, they pay me good money and it gets me out of the house.
You know what would make me enjoy it more though?
BEING ABLE TO ACTUALLY ASSIST PEOPLE.

Apparently, that is not what I’m meant to do.
No, here’s a list of the things I do:

1. Tidy and completely refold and reorganise the sleepwear table so you (the customer) can have easy access to the styles you want. In theory this should only need to be done in the afternoon, because I figured most people are capable of refolding a pair of shorts orΒ  a singlet in half after looking at it. APPARENTLY NOT. Apparently, the thing to do is to actually throw said items down in a heap on the table. Sometimes while I’m standing on the other side still tidying the table.

2. Restack the underwear and size order them. No, that doesn’t happen by magical fairies floating in and making sure they all sit neatly on top of each other in size order. THAT’S ME!
Same goes, don’t fucking throw them, or fold them all in half so you can see which size they are and leave them. It’s not that hard!

3. I hang stuff. And it is all hung the same way on the hangers with the hangers facing the same way. The easiest way in which to get them on and off the rack. So why the FUCK do people insist on pulling something off the rack – so easily – and putting it back the wrong way, which is a fucking bitch to do, usually ends up with more items on the floor than the hanger because of the awkward angle you need to put it at. STOP AND LOOK. THINK. ACT. Simple.

4. I pick up random piles of tried on items that people think it is okay to just leave on various tables all around the place. Because, you know, walking those two extra steps to the counter or a sales assistant to hand them over and say “Sorry, they just don’t suit me” or something along those lines is too fucking much. Lets just play hide and seek with shit instead.

5. This one is my favourite. I serve you. I scan things, chat about how your day is, take your money. Just some common courtesy here. If I say hello and ask how your day is – YOU ANSWER. You don’t continually text on your phone and just say “yep”. IT IS RUDE. If your text was that important write it before you come to the counter.
On the same note of money, don’t throw it over the counter at me. I will not go searching for it if it doesn’t land on the counter. I will tell you that I need more money. Just because I’m working there doesn’t mean you can treat me rudely.

I DO love my job. I love helping people. To every lovely, kind chatty, person, thank you. To the pregnant mother who was buying pjs and I asked if she was preparing her maternity bag and she ended up telling me about her beautiful baby boy who was stillborn last September, thank you. I love what I do because I see the good I’m doing. And some people might not think it’s much good and that’s okay.
But please, don’t be rude.