Friday, 25 January 2013

FFS Friday 25 Jan

So much has happened that I started this very early in the week. Most of it is now centered around the current weather conditions.

Dear Baby G

I'm only human. FFS

My memory is shot. FFS

The monsoon came on Thursday. It rained. Our grass loves us. Not FFS

Our roof leaked. FFS

Hubby wanted to try and fix it himself. FFS

No, he is NOT a plumber.

Plumber can't get here for another 4 hours. FFS

Water is coming down my back door frame. FFS

Plumber unable to come at all. Weather way too bad. FFS.

SES came and helped us out. Definitely not FFS

Over 400ml of rain in less than 48 hours. FFS

Friday night is ALWAYS grocery shop night. Thursday night on Facebook there were reports that ALL local stores had sold out of milk. FFS

Shops closed due to no power or water. FFS

We really don't have enough food to ration out and there's not going to be anything left in the couple of stores that are open. We're screwed. FFS

All TV channels just dropped out so there is no escaping the roaring of the wind and pounding of the rain. FFS

No, I'm not dealing with this very well.  FFS

I'm scared. Darling Husband (DH) is planning on trying to go to work today. I really don't want him too. There are too many idiots out there - we've already had a number of people speeding down our street. Official instruction is to stay indoors and not to travel. 

This is the first time in many, many years that we've had something like this.

Ex-TC Oswald is making a complete bloody nuisance of himself and won't just piss off. 

We survived Ului (lots of rain because we were on the tail of it here) and Yasi (lots of rain, but not very much wind by the time it reached us). Oswald isn't even a cyclone anymore and he's got me shitting bricks. 

Oh, and the biggest FFS of the day. We have no frigging water! So we've had to resort to the old "if it's yellow....." Sorry if that's TMI but like I said, I'm not dealing very well.

Happy Australia Day weekend everyone!

Thursday, 24 January 2013

Go back already!

As a mum to just one child who has little social interaction with other children, I find it insulting and discriminatory that the normal "baby" things aren't held over school holidays. It's like saying, "You're kids aren't old enough, so they aren't good enough."

We used to frequent our local major library once a fortnight for a pre-literacy session where we used song and play and the babies interacted. Darling daughter (DD) made a few friends there. 

On alternate weeks and where the budget allowed, we would trundle off to Babes in Arms at the local cinema. A cheaper ticket price, but other mothers and/or fathers were there with their babies and you KNEW to expect a bit of crying etc. 

But once school holidays start, older children take preference. With the local library, I can't understand why. It's 30 minutes, once a fortnight. I've checked their events and it's not like they're running anything, anyway.

With the cinemas, I can understand it's a profit thing. But it still sucks.

There were 3 of us who had our little group - 2 DD's and one Darling Son (DS) who came home the same day as my DD. We even did antenatal with his parents. We wanted to meet up. There's a place here where the kids can go berko and be as crazy as they want. But that costs money and over the festive period, it's not really budget friendly, especially on a single income with a mortgage. Plus, the little ones would have to contend with the big kids. Again, not fair.

We're putting DD in childcare one day a week soon, to get her used to other children and to make some friends. It can't be good for her to be stuck with me all day, every day. I'm a boring person, and I probably spend too much time online. Usually with my phone.

I'm probably just sooking but it seems like babies don't matter. They DO matter, in ways we don't even understand and can not begin to comprehend. We need to continually feed them information. They are little sponges and relish in learning new things!! I don't know any of the "educational" things to do with DD so when we are playing I am recycling the stuff we learnt at the library. Plus I have ABC4Kids on in the background of an afternoon.

So older children, please go back to school already!

Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Fitness is fun?

Before you read this post, I have to tell you that you must consult your health care professional prior to starting any fitness or weight loss routine.

Your chest is pounding and tight, you can feel your heart thumping in your ears, and are waiting for it to make your eardrum explode. You are fighting for breath, covered in sweat.

I think I've just described a bit of a heart attack?

But no. 

It's fitness! 

It's the feeling I force upon myself at least twice a week during Body Step. My limbs are also bright red, and I end up with carpet burn, every time I go. 

But it's fun, right? 

Well, yes and no. 

If you think sweating, heaving bosoms are attractive, you have another thing coming. 

But I love pushing myself. I have recently invested in some (very) expensive shoes and insoles, for my dodgy arches. And also a knee support. I'm an ex-club netballer.

So Sunday I trundled off to class and found myself pushing harder than ever before. 

Was it because it was the last time I'd get to do some of the tracks? Maybe - the new track started 21/1/13.

Was it because the class was packed and I didn't want to seem like a wimp? Nope, there were people coping worse than me, and then there was the instructor who joined the class.

It was because of my knee support! I honestly didn't know how bad my knee was and how much I'd backed off because of a little bit of pain in it. I'm always going to have pain in it, but with the support, I can go a little longer before feeling bad.

But then, Sunday afternoon, I could barely move. I don't do burpees. Waaaay too much strain on aforementioned dodgy knees. So I do the substitute instead - squats.

My quads hate me.

You do realise it is entirely possible for parts of your own body to be so angry with you, they make you want to cry? 

So yes, fitness can be fun. But I make it something a little bit of both. Pain and fun. Guess I'm a bit of a masochist. Maybe. Maybe not. But I like it when it hurts afterwards. It means I've done something. 

But don't do what I do. Check with your healthcare professional. 

While I'm on the topic of fitness, a friend of mine is doing the Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation (12wbt). Her dedication is astounding. So I'd like to give her a shout out. You see, she's blogging about her journey too. And it can be brutally frank and truly inspiring. Head on over to Camilla's 12wbt Journey to read her blog and also "like" her on Facebook for all the updates here: Camilla's 12wbt Journey on Facebook.

I'm also linking up with Essentially Jess for IBOT (I Blog On Tuesday).

Monday, 21 January 2013

On the hunt

Mundane post time....


They're all mundane, aren't they? 

I'm on the hunt. For floral bed sheets. For my Nan. To give to my Mum for her birthday. Generation gap, I know. But Nan, bless her, doesn't even know how to use a computer, let alone own one. We have enough trouble with her mobile phone. That's a story for another day.

Anyway, during the heat yesterday, Darling Daughter (DD) and I were outside, in her playpen. Yes, both of us in the pen. Then the phone rings and it takes me about 5 rings to realise it was mine. So out of the pen I climb and inside, and answer it and Nan's worried she's woken DD. 

I tell her no. It's all good, we're just chilling in the cool.

So Nan tells me she wants to get my Mum floral sheets. Mum hates block coloured sheets. I don't know why, I don't need to know why. 

So I promise Nan that I will look. I've just spent all bloody morning trawling the internet for floral sheets. Then Mum rocks up and sees me looking and asks what I'm doing. And she points out she doesn't like FLORAL sheets, she asked for patterned sheets. So I start looking again, and guess what?


Oh hang on, wait a second....

They're $319?!?!? WTF? Who the heck pays that much for sheets? I honestly balk at anything over $60. 

Anyway, I guess that's it. DD is awake and she's an aspiring blogger herself. You should see what she would do if I let her at the keyboard!

Happy Monday peeps!

Friday, 18 January 2013

FFS Friday

Okay. I'm sorry. I've been slack, lazy and generally blah. I haven't blogged in ages. I know I should but after we tidied up to stop Darling Daughter (DD) getting things she shouldn't, the laptop was put in a room where the door is nearly always closed. Which sucks, because I walk past it and forget that it's in there. 

So I decided that today would be the perfect day to get back into it. 

Today I'm linking up with Dear Baby G for FFS Friday!

Dear Baby G

What has made me go FFS this week?

The temperature has been 34 or higher for the majority of the week FFS

We were supposed to have 2 days of constant rain - we got a shower on day one then nothing FFS

I keep forgetting to do my blog FFS

DD wants to do things she shouldn't that are dangers FFS

She cries and chucks a tanty when she is caught trying to do anything she shouldn't be doing FFS

I wanted Giggle and Hoot onesies for her - Target couldn't tell me when they were arriving FFS

Had a little hissy fit on their Facebook page and spoke with a lovely lady who organised for the onesies to be sent to the local store for me No FFS

Had a dentists appointment. Last time I saw the dentist was 3 days before my wedding in 2010 FFS

I have dodgy teeth from being pretty crook as kid FFS

Dentist takes x-rays, compares the pictures and declares NO further action required!! No FFS

I'm feeling lonely and not looking forward to DD starting daycare FFS

Well, I guess that is it. There's so much else, but I don't want to seem like a whinging bitch. 

Happy Friday everyone!

Saturday, 5 January 2013

Me Time

So Darling Husband (DH) has been on holidays over the Christmas/New Year break. This isn't anything new. What's new this year is that we are both home together with Darling Daughter (DD). 

Since DD was born, I hadn't had much time to myself, so I organised with a Dear Friend (DF) to have lunch and for DH to watch DD while I was out. 

It was decided that Thursday would be the day. 

I had it carefully planned. I'd be home until just after 9am, at which stage I would go to my usual Body Step class. Then I'd rush home, have a shower and wash my hair and head off for lunch.

DH tried to tell me to take my car, to which I had to point out many times contains the pram and car seat. I told him if we were taking my car, the seat and pram would have to be swapped over. So I got to take "his" car. Awesome! 

I spent about 30min at home with DH and DD before I left to pick up DF. She was suitably impressed that I rocked up in the "big" car - for the record, I have a 4 cylinder car, hubby has a 6 cylinder car. 

Before leaving though, I had to give DH a VERY detailed list about how to feed DD. And how to generally look after her. She's a year old, you'd think he'd know by now.

Off we trundled to a local (almost) Japanese restaurant. The sort of stuff DH will not go near. 

I still had money from my saved Christmas money - no I didn't skimp on gifts, I always get a bit extra out to get some grog. Only this year, I got given grog, so I didn't need to spend money on it.

We decided on a medium "tapas" plate of tuna balls, gyoza, mini yakitori and something else, followed by fresh sushi for 2, at the chef's selection. OMG. I have never, ever had that type of sushi before, because we are limited with culinary choices here. There were 2 really weird looking ones that neither of us could bring ourselves to eat. But we scoffed the rest of it and then went next door to the ice creamery for dessert. I have to admit that I was a little scared about eating such large pieces of raw fish, but it was so fresh and melted in my mouth. Didn't even taste overly fishy. Once I finally rejoin the workforce, I think that I will be using some of my hard earned money to go back there. It's expensive, but the food was that great that I WILL be going back!

The only downside was that as soon as I got home DH took off for a mountain bike ride. It's him who tells me I need to take more time for myself. You see, quite often, 3 - 4 mornings a week and maybe an afternoon on weekends, he goes and rides his mountain bike for 2 - 3 hours at a time. I'm normally lucky to get 2 Step classes a week. It just felt like, "Oh, you're home. She's your responsibility. If you take a few hours, I get even more." Sometimes it feels unfair but then DD gives me a massive, cheeky grin and I know all the time I spend with her is more than worth it.