So, what’s wrong with cotton wool?

I had one of those moments on the weekend that challenged me as a mother. My 11 year old son was invited over to a good friend’s house for his birthday. He wasn’t having a ‘party’ as such, he just wanted to ‘hang out’ with his mates. Fair enough. We shuffled around a few things so that my boy could go along. I have met the mother several times at school and she seemed nice enough, I had no reason to think that my boy was in any danger or anything. Continue reading

It’s that time of the year again…

Everywhere I turn I see people getting overwhelmed with their busy schedules. To do lists are being written and re-written in the hope that some things can actually be achieved.  Ok, so I may be looking in the mirror when I say everywhere I look, but I know I’m not the only one struggling to hold everything together at the moment.

Recently I had a little melt down about the lack of ‘me time’ I was getting. Miss O (newly 2 years old), has been my best sleeper by far, but also my most demanding during the day. I have been, quite simply, exhausted.

During my meltdown, there were tears and frustrated stamping of feet. I told my husband how I was feeling, and he was wonderful. But he did point something out to me.

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I had taken myself off the priority list. No one else had. I had gotten myself into a rut of being home all the time, not getting out and about, socializing or exercising. I was starting to snap at the kids when they had done nothing wrong.

Feeling frustrated and helpless, I cried. It just felt so hard! How do I do these things with this lively 2yo? The reality is, I’ve done it before. I did it when my older 3 were young and home with me. So now I have put on my big girl knickers and today was the first day of good, healthy eating and exercise in a very long time.

So, it’s that time of the year, commonly called the silly season, when it is easy to take ourselves off the priority list. Easy to meet everyone else’s needs but not our own. So I am putting the call out to all mothers to remember your own needs as the craziness gets crazier. Remember to take 5 minutes to just take a breath. Try to do something nice for yourself this week. Maybe book yourself a massage or manicure. What about a cleaner to lighten the load? Maybe just go outside, close your eyes and take a deep breath.

 

housewife saturday night   Wouldn’t it be nice to sit down and read a book?!

 

My resume should read incompetant PA

There are parts of being a sahm that I do well. Actually apart from food, I can’t think of the others right now, but I’m sure there is something else… Anyway, there are other parts that I do badly, like cleaning (well tidying at least), washing (and the process surrounding it), remembering stuff (like due dates and appointments) and paperwork storage.

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Back to School Lunches…

Most of the schools in Victoria go back today, which means, back to making school lunches, back to early mornings, back to extra curricular activities.  I always feel like school going back creeps up on me, and all of a sudden I’m thinking of what to pack into lunches again. I will be doing some gluten free options in the coming school lunch posts, but this week, I’m doing quick and easy, child pleasing stuff.

Lunchbox pinwheels

This is what the lunchboxes look like for tomorrow, plus an apple for Master B.

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What’s cooking Thursday? Chicken soup, apple and peach crumble

It’s day 4 of school holidays, and my back is just starting to come good now. I had promised my kids that I’d take them to see a couple of the new movies that have come out, so today we went off to see Despicable Me 2. It was a great movie, all three of my kids (aged 6, 9, 10) enjoyed it, and Miss O managed to stay most of the time in her seat 🙂

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Motherhood: A Sisterhood

Miss O is 20 months old, and hitting that wonderful age, where she has discovered the art of tantrums (learnt from her two big sisters who are experts!). It’s nothing major, actually it can, at times, be quite funny. But every now and then she gets them just right. She stops, drops to the floor and screams as loud as she can- oh, and always in a public space, a quiet shop, or somewhere that people just don’t want a screaming child. Continue reading