My lovely husband has given me a pass out to attend the footy tomorrow night with a good mate of mine (unfortunately a Tigers supporter). By coincidence, the last game I attended was a Essendon v Richmond game...to witness the Victorian send off of Sheeds and Hirdy. I was as sick as a dog that night with the flu, accompanied by a good dose of anxiety amongst other things, but I couldn't bear to miss it. I also went alone, which is OK, but not as much fun as going with someone...not to mention we lost.
Hopefully tomorrow night we will break our recent losing streak. Unfortunatley, given my current state (of 33.5 weeks pregnant), I'm not feeling a heck of a lot better than I was at that last game! Admittedly I'm not exactly unwell, but I haven't figured out the logistics of getting to the game. If I have to walk too far from public transport then I will surely slow down my companions, and I'm seriously contemplating a cab, preferably to the gate!
It doesn't help matters that we are out tonight for a birthday dinner. I am going to be absolutely wiped by the end of this weekend!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Pass out
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Too much to do!
Ahhh I don't know what it is but today I feel swamped! It's like all the little things I figured I'd do 'tomorrow' now need to be done TODAY. It's more a feeling than a reality to be sure, but I'd still like to get on top of a few of them.
So I'm making a list...it's not going to make for very interesting reading...
-make bread
-clean bathroom
-do as many loads of washing as I can cope with + putting away
-prepare dinner (cannelloni and green salad)
-pick up dog poo, empty compost
-get money for naturopath appt
-pick up book we accidentally returned to library
-work on birthday present (montego bay scarf) for friend for Friday (yikes...lucky Friday is the dinner and not her real birthday...I can string her out until the 27th if necessary!)
-vacuum
-study
I know there is more. I'm too scared to look in my diary to be certain. And I think it's quite indicative of how my studies are coming to see it at the bottom of the list. If I felt I could put it at the top then it would be more likely to get done, but food is first, and really the bathroom is feral!
OK have to finish this post on a more positive note. Check out this cutie in her finished cardigan! She's at creche right now, refusing to take it off I suspect!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
A good day for soup!
One thing I have really come to value (despite it occasionally resembling a chore), is cooking for my family. Sure there are times when I wish someone else would take care of it - I mean it would be heaven to be cooked for now and then, but I take a lot of pride in nourishing us all.
I'm not one for extravagant foods, and I never follow a recipe. A lot of the joy I get out of preparing food comes from simply knowing what is put into it. For example, bar a couple of handy helpers (like powdered stock!), I cook nearly everything from scratch. Each week I make a decision what meals we are going to eat, and am careful to balance out all the different food groups, trying to ensure we all get the vitamins and minerals that we need.
One dream that I think will never fade will be to grow more of our own fruit and vegetables (we have a modest plot for vegies at the moment), and to one day inhabit a gourmet kitchen that will really allow me to spread my wings a little more. I would love to be able to make my own tomato paste/sauce for example and fruit jams amongst other things.
Anyway first thing this morning I found myself in the kitchen preparing something tasty for lunch.
Voila! Minestrone and freshly baked bread...it was very yummy indeed (if you look closely you can even see the steam rising from both).
Friday, May 16, 2008
More about mess...
I'm sorry to harp on about this, really I am. I'm tired, so very tired. Well not totally true...it's not a sleep thing...my body is just heavy and unwilling, and my mind is having a freak out over another 8-10 weeks of full on fatigue (gosh that's optimistic isn't it? Better remember there's a baby coming after that...don't think that does much for the energy stores either!)
You will probably look at the picture above and think 'mess', 'what mess'? I wish I felt that way. There is stuff all around and it's only 9.30 am. It's scary to think if I did absolutely nothing today what we would end up with. I'm sure I have some days ahead where I am going to find out. (Oh and you can't see all the stuff behind me, the washing and bits and bobs that children like to relocate around the house).
Yesterday was my 'day off'. The day mum has both kids. The day I am supposed to rest, recharge, do nothing. But I had a midwife appointment after dropping them off, and then I thought, 'oh I'll just get myself a bite to eat at Southland', and before I knew it, it was 2.00 pm and I wondered if I'd have the energy to make it back to the car. Infact I thought I might not, so I sat down and had one of those $20 neck and shoulder massages first. I fell asleep just at the end and then it was time to go.
I know that I'm pregnant, I know I'm supposed to rest, and I know it's all normal. But is there anything more frustrating than really really wanting to do stuff and your body says no? This is what it must feel like when you injure yourself, or when you get old... Something to keep in mind I guess...
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
No, I didn't have any fun!
If I ever want to earn mummy points I take my kids to the park. I give the points to myself...I'm not sure the kids necessarily notice from one day to the next what we have or haven't done. Infact they seem to want more the more they get! Funny that! No, I give myself the points because I feel bad about not taking them more often, and I really feel it's something they should get to do at least a couple of times a week (oh and especially when the weather is so so gorgeous).
I'm not sure what my aversion to the park is. It's certainly a lot easier to take them now that I'm not worried about M hurting herself and she can hold her own and tackle all the equipment. I get a bit antsy about her toileting (she's trained, but still having accidents), and being 7 months pregnant I'm very aware that if they are not under voice control at any given time I'd be at a bit of a loss to reign them in. I also can tend to find it inexplicably boring...but I do try to give into the moment and just enjoy the kids enjoying themselves.
So yesterday, we had our postponed Mother's Day dinner with mum and nan. Roast pork and sticky date pudding YUM. I promised F pudding, and of course dinner was running late and he was almsot due for bedtime but I had to keep my word to him. Any mums out there should manage to put two and two together and come up with a TANTRUM. Yeah, sticky date pudding right before bed isn't the brightest idea but it was a once in a blue moon thing...
Anyway during this tantrum I managed to settle the little big boy and tried to get him to have a chat about our day. I asked him if he had a good time at the park. "NO, I didn't have ANY FUN at the park" was his emphatic reply. Luckily I had the photographic evidence close at hand to refute this...and he had to admit in the end that it was a fun day!
What do you think?!
