Sick Of Me?? Me Too.

Ever get sick of yourself??

Right now, I'm sick of my compulsion with perfection.
Or more so - projecting some form of self imposed perfection.

Through January, I think I blow dried my hair a total of four times.
When meeting up with friends or having friends come here to play
- I tuck my short, low maintenance hair behind my ears and let it dry naturally.
The past four kindy drop off mornings I have blow dried my hair.
???
Heaven forbid these new people think I can't manage the boy, the baby, the drop off and my own hairdo.

Magoo's grandparents are kindly bringing him home from school today while I take Missi to her first swimming lesson.
So far, I have straightened cushions, swept half a dog off the patio, emptied the bin, changed the cot sheets, laid out 'after school' clothes for Magoo, made his lunch, picked up toys, tidied the fridge and pantry - and will go and clean shortly.
???
Heaven forbid my husband's family have reason to think that I'm dropping a few balls around here.

I am teaching alongside some new colleagues tomorrow.
I have planned and prepped my lessons to within an inch of my life
- even though I have been competently teaching for the last thirteen years.
I'll run through everything again tonight after I have ironed and laid everyone's clothes (and bags) for tomorrow out just so.

???

Heaven forbid my new colleagues be less than impressed with my form tomorrow.

Or someone has to go looking for a sock around here.



Live a little Mum.
Go on, rip something!!
It feels great. :-)

Uuuuggghh!

I'm so tired of me!

Exhausted by my stupid standards.

Who the heck would want to be friends with a moron who blowdries their hair just to go up to the kindy playground (and babyswim!!!) for goodness sake??? 

Shar :-)

Early Days...

We've had a few days of Magoo 'the school kid' now and all is just swell - so far.

He is one happy little man who is enjoying a whole new bunch of rules and procedures

for his wannabe policeman to embrace.

I'm one proud Mummy who is getting into the swing of being a 'school Mum'

and still loving the sight of my gorgeous boy in his uniform.

MissI, however...

Well, she is going to need an adjustment period.

It can be a tad tough when the world stops revolving around when and where you like to sleep.

Hmmm. hours in my cot traded for a two minute kip mid-ride???

Poor, tired, out of whack little love.

We'll get there.

Shar :-)

Point + Shoot : Caaaaake!!

Caaaake!!!

I love the way one little word can bring kids running from every corner!!

I hope your weekend was one to celebrate too.

If not, there's always cake!

Not linking with Lou's Point + Shoot today - 'cause it did broke.

Shar :-)

Grateful For... Fantastic Firsts Friday!

Today was my beautiful big boy's first day of school.

He's very ready.

Whether I am or not is irrelevant because the boy is ready.

So ready that we were fed, dressed and watching the clock a good two hours before we needed to leave home!!

 

I was all nostalgic and emotional seeing my little man walk into his first day with his head held high and a smile on his face.

But even more so, I was proud.

I'm just chuffed with the person that he is and loved that I could feel so confident

leaving him there with his teachers and a couple of brand new buddies.

 

Today was also my first day back at school - and away from Missi.

My maternity leave has left the building and I am teaching one day a week this year.

I have the luxury of a part time position that allows me to drop Magoo to school,

head to my day of school on the other campus and race back just in time to pick him up again.

Today was a nice gentle induction into the baby girl separation thing 

for me though, as Hubby stayed home to be with her.

In fact, Daddy was the only true casualty of this intense day

as he is absolutely exhausted from playing 'Mr Mum' for a day!!

So, the day that I have feared sinced we rang in this new year has been and gone.

And I have survived.

And then some.

Linking with the 52 Weeks of Grateful @ Village Voices

Shar :-)

Goodbye ... And Hello

Goodbye January.

It really has been a pleasure.

Farewell easygoing mornings.

Salute' to Mummy's timetable (well, Missi's really!) calling the shots.

Bye bye bathers as clothing.

Hoo roo to catch up after catch up through the week.

Hellooo February.

Short, little February - with all your firsts and your playing with my heart moments.

With your routine, your making my boy start school, your waking Missi up constantly to get Magoo to and from school,

your birthdays to celebrate, your wedding to anticipate, your return to part-time work,

your getting me back into that rotten Babyswim pool, your appointments to make...

With your - my sister is coming to visit uuuss!!!! Yaay!!

I have a feeling this will be quite a ride.

Shar :-)

Point + Shoot : The Lucky State

While parts of our beautiful country are being ravaged by Mother Nature right now,

we here in W.A. have been blessed with a sensational Australia Day loooong weekend.

I hope you are safe and secure wherever you are today.

Linking with Lou's Aussie Point + Shoot

Shar :-)

S.O.S.

Hubby has a bit of a habit that irks me.

Well many, really -  but the one that springs to mind is the habit to make plans as loosely as possible.

For instance, he might say that he's meeting 'the boys' for a paddle on the weekend.

No specified day, no specified time, no specified location.

So as the weekend approaches, there will then be a further phone call/text or twelve to decide on a day that suits 'the boys'.

Then, once the weekend arrives, there will be another flurry of 'comms' about what location would be best.

Then, hours later, some more calls/texts regarding a meeting time.

Until, eventually, after a lot of faffing (in my opinion) the boys will paddle.

This happens regularly.

My stance is - why can't the day, time and location all be discussed, decided and communicated to - say,me - in the first phone call???

I'm a planner.

Planners like to plan. To have plans planned.

Why do we have to plan to plan to plan some plans???

But then, am I any better at this plan making?

Weeks ago, I left my phone at home a-charging on the bed.

Usually, this would leave me feeling a tad vulnerable and disconnected - but fine.

Except that on this day I was taking my children to the zoo to meet our friends.

I was supposed to text my girlfriend when we arrived to organise a meeting place.

Slightly difficult without the mobile phone that I had left behind.

After waiting at the gate for some time playing the 'guess what time they would have left home' game, we just went into the zoo and figured we may run into our friends on our travels.

It seems Perth Zoo is a tad larger than I gauged.

We didn't hear or see them once.

I could almost envision us from above narrowly missing one another at various exhibits around the place!

Not to mention, my friend was getting a tad stressed about the various reasons that I may not be answering her texts and calls.

You know, the perfectly rational reasons like having rushed the baby to hospital or being locked out of the house with the children inside or being involved in an accident.

Valid possibilities, really.

Now today as I type, I am waiting for the little lady to wake from a nap.

The plan was then to text a (different) friend who is out and about to meet up for a coffee/play.

Except that my friend's husband has now text me to say that she has left her phone at home.

We may also dance the merry dance of just missing each other now.

Guess I should have planned things better, hey Hubby?!

Shar :-)

So, how did people rendezvous (or instagram!!) pre-mobiles again??