Thursday, February 10, 2011

Single Mamma's, I Salute You!

I am doing the independant parenting thing for some of this week. The Farmer is away for work, hosting a conference or some other G.R thing that would be equally as exciting for the liked of me.

For those of you who don't know - G.R = Goat Rooter. Yes bad, I know, *slaps hand* but it has been my terminolgy for cowboys, you know the type that I said I was never going to marry. But more on that later.

So with the farmer away I am missing his presence, and really realising how much he helps me out. Although when he is here, I often don't see it that way.

He get's the kids up, and in the shower, and usually packs the lunch's before even waking me. He makes my coffee. He fills in the blanks through the afternoon and evening for me. If I am cooking he will do baths, or vica versa. We really do work like a well oiled machine, so well oiled, that I often forget that it's happen.
And now I am feeling like I am missing an arm! Or a leg.

My Morning's are chaos, by 9am I have already decided that it's 2 minute noodles for dinner. Which the kids think is freaking awesome because they never get that for dinner, and it doesnt contain veges, but it always leaves me with a bit of guilt.
Meanwhile Mousie just screams. and screams. Wommy turns my lounge room into a farm. And Schnorbie is the amazing little helper that she is always is.

But, always, when The Farmer isn't here, things go wrong. Always. This time, it was Mousie. She found some Uber awesome little tubes of acrylic paint. The kind that comes with those canvases with the design on them that you paint, and Voila, instant Picasso. So, I am washing up, and along come Mousie, 'ta's ' it to me, all is well. The I notice the paint drip. She has chewed a hole in it. Oh joy.

Then I look at the polished floor boards in the kitchen. 

White Paint.

Then I look at Mousie.

White Paint.

Then I look at everywhere she been (carpet, tiles, LOUNGE!!!)

White bloody paint!!!


I haven't yet been game enough to tell The Farmer about that aspect of the day. I might wait until he gets back.

To top off a great day, I am scared of the dark when I am home alone, so freaked out.
The dogs barked, so I freaked out.
I heard something on the roof, so I freaked out.

I slept with a phone beside my bed, just in case.

So, single mammas, today I salute you. I could not do this regularly. And I take my hat off to people who can manage to pull it off. It's HARD!

I must remember to thank the father of my children and my darling husband, my right hand man, when he gets home. For all the little things that he does that I so easily forget and take for granted. Love that man xx

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Wordless Wednesday

A day of hot pink, extreme heat, pain in the ass bridesmaids, so many photos even my smile got tired. But a great one all the same. My best friends wedding.













I swear it's so much more stressful to be the bridesmaid than it is to be the bride!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Triumph!

I am not a gardener. I have absolutely no green thumb. Strange, when you consider I married a farmer and agronomist ( for those you that are arent up on your G.R terminology, its a plant and dirt Dr pretty much).

I'm pretty talented really, you give me something green, and I have this ability to turn it brown and crunchy in a matter of days.
I cant even remember to turn our sprinkler system on. YEP, I am that bad.

BUT, I have triumphed! The fear of God has turned me into a gardener. Ok maybe not God himself, but the fear of my Nan, and FIL certainly has.

My FIL has this plant you see, that has been in living room for hmmm, I think they worked out 25 years. It is one of those creeping as it grows type of plants. The kids arent aloud to touch it, you have to be UBER careful when in that room so as not to damage the plant. Then the painter came. And broke it. (Not too sure if the said painter is still able to work after that... ) so I got a little bit of the plant, all potted up lovely like. It has lived on my fridge ever since. I occasionally remember that its there and water it.

So we are now, my FIL and I, in a race to see who can get theirs the longest. And I must say, mine is BIG! Even without water.  As the farmer would say, imagine what it would be like if you watered it!

My Nan also recently gave me some plants.

I begged her not too!

I told her I will kill them.

She wouldnt listen.

And now, here I am , 3 weeks later, and they are STILL alive! And not just alive, but thriving and happy.
And I water them!

The fear of having to tell her that I killed the damn things is too much for me. So they are now like my babies, nurtured and sung too and fed. And they love it!

BTW, I am totally beating my FIL in the mine is bigger than yours race! hehe.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

The art of the opinion.

This post is being written with the gorgeous Lori from rrsahm in mind. Lori, remember, no matter bad the days get, how long the dark of night may seem, we are all behind you, lifting you up.

Sometimes they need to be said, sometimes they are never heard, and sometimes they should be kept to yourself.

The opinion. Yes, we all have one, regarding any topic it seems.

I have been a long time lover of Lori over at Random Ramblings of a Stay at Home Mum and have laughed through so many of her blog posts. She tells it like it is. Always has. And that is what I love about her.  What makes me keep going back!

Recently, Lori and her family have been through a terrible trauma   are going through a terrible trauma. A horrible loss.
While I cant actually still sit here and say that I have enjoyed reading her blog lately, because, lets face it, who likes to see a human being going through the turmoil that she currently is, but I can say that it has been utterly refreshing.

Refreshing to see someone being real. Refreshing, and comforting for me to see someone going through the same motions that I have in the past when it comes to loss, grief, trauma and PTSD.
It has also been heart wrenching. You can feel her pain as you read.

The sad part is, that so many people have voiced an opinion on what she is doing, saying, and how she is reacting! 

So, here is my opinion...

To the people that don't like what Lori is saying, that don't think she should be talking about it at all, please remember what makes people end up in situations like this in the first place - Keeping it in. She is not on national news, she isn't in your lounge room talking to you. YOU are making a concious choice to read. If you feel so strongly against her, dont look. It really is that simple.

To you Lori, I say congratulations. Congratualtions on having the strength that many cant muster to talk through what you feeling. To even be able to talk about it at all!

Thankyou for ALWAYS keeping it real. For simply being you, no matter what the topic. 

Thankyou for telling the world about such a taboo subject, in a way that lets people see the aftermath of actions. I truly think that you may have saved people from going through what you are. And will in the future.


Remember to keep your words sweet, you never know when you may have to eat them.