Taking it Easy...

Sorry it's been a little slow around these parts - wrapping things up at work before my annual leave took a lot more of my time than I actually thought it would.

Some may say that I might not have had so much to finish off, had I blogged a little less and worked a little more. But I'm at the close of Annual Leave Day 1 - and so I don't actually care right now.

I've spent the day doing nothing, only getting dressed to go to my parents house for dinner and the most I did around the house was turn on the dishwasher. I'm not even sure the dishes in there were actually dirty - but it gave me a sense of pride so I'm not going to worry about the details.

I'm catching up on my recorded episodes of 'One Born Every Minute' and 'Dr Quinn: Medicine Woman'. Yes, I love Dr Quinn, and no I'm not ashamed. I can't hear your snorts of laughter, so it's all good.

But the main message of this is to say I'm going to be taking it easy. Since I lost my iPhone I've had a forced withdrawal from Twitter and blogging and all the other things I used too obsessively check previously, and I think it's been good for me.

So for the next 5 weeks my priority is going to be my family and doing the things together that we want to. And believe me, we have plenty to do.

I have baking to be done - and even if I didn't enjoy baking I'd be forced to, because our chickens have started laying about 6-8 eggs PER DAY. That's a shit load of egg's! I can't give them away fast enough so the only other solution I can think of is to become a the Betty Crocker of Darwin.

And when I'm not baking, I'll be tackling the tropical jungle that is our pain in the arse garden. Goodbye palm trees. Goodbye pointless, unidentifiable shrubbery. Goodbye horrible paving and hello to the garden of my dreams! Hopefully we'll also get the grass mowed and I won't have to take a cut lunch and water bag to get to the letter box.

We'll be restoring the pool to a habitable state, safe for human activity. Because if the pool pump doesn't go in this week with enough chlorine and salt to bleach the earth, I will loose my shit. $700 and endless waiting for the pool man to declare it safe only for the bloody pump to blow up and the new one not fit the existing pipelines has made me very upset. I'm sick of looking out our bedroom window only to see a cesspool. Although it does match the state of the garden. Ahem.

The chickens will be relocating to a penned area in the back yard. Because they've developed a love of roosting on the stairs. And I don't love having to wear my wellies to get down the stairs. Getting to the clothes line has become a daily game of chance - and my chances of not ending up stepping in chicken shit is getting less by the minute so they won't be as free rage as I had originally planned.

But it's not a bad thing - it's getting to the point where they're bigger than the cats. And that's fine, until I have to catch them and then I realise that the bigger they get the sooner they'll eat me in my sleep. The pen is, therefore, for my safety, too.

Otherwise it'll just be filled with shopping and visits to the park and Christmas and New Year and then a certain little girl's 3rd birthday.

I'm still slightly in denial about that. I'm not ready to have a 3 year old. Because that mean's I'll have to turn 28 shortly after. And I'll be honest - any age after 25 just wasn't in my life plan. It would mean our daughter would never be older then 13 months, but I was, and still am, totally okay with that. The older she get's, the more it reminds me of the ever growing age gap between her and the elusive second child we want.

Fertility is a bitch - she's not getting a Christmas card this year. There are lots off bloggy babies due in 2012, and I'd like ours to be one of them. But I'm finding myself getting cranky (again!) that it's not happening and I don't want to be the bitch who can't be happy for other people's wonderful news - so it's a sign that I need to take a step back and chill out.

Who knows, maybe all the things we've got going over the next 2 months will be a good distraction and we might get that 2012 baby after all.

And if not, I have an internal wall that's coming down so I'll be able to vent with a hammer.

I'll be popping in now and then to update as I feel like it, but regular programming might not return until 2012.

So to you and your families I wish all the best for a fabulous Christmas and a safe and happy New Year.

Mother's Day...

was completely awesome.

It was quiet, I slept in until 10am, got up to fresh, caramel Gloria Jeans coffee and then this was placed in front of me:

Eggs Benedict made from scratch with fresh orange juice.

The Guru earned some serious brownie points. Some sex points too - but he wasn't allowed to cash them in on my day of relaxation.

So, to the Guru and the Toddler I say: Thank You. I love you both, and I appreciate the lack of tantrumish behaviour, the ability to have a shower uninterrupted for 30 minutes, to spend most of the day watching Ghost Whisperer on the couch and listening to me get upset at the 111 Hits Channel for re-starting Dr Quinn from the beginning when I was already up to series 4.

I promise to do my best to remember all of the above the next time either of you do something that makes me want to lock myself in the wardrobe.

Friday Fluff and why I shouldn't watch Dr Quinn before bed.

Happy Friday everyone! Another week down, only 47 left to go. And then it's Christmas, and the cycle starts all over again.

Is it just me, or does life feel like one, continuously revolving door sometimes?

It's just me. Great.

Well, moving on to the Friday Fluff. One the was captured in all it's glory last night, just like a Star Wars Trilogy...



I believe you have negelcted to remove the bowl with leftover watermelon juice in it, Mother.



And as a result of your neglect, I shall show demonstrate my prowess at drinking from a bowl like a cat.



Our daughter - saving the world one straw at a time.

 Yes, I shamefully acknowledge the use of the couch in the background as a folded clothing disposal unit. Somehow this week I just never got around to transferring them to the other folded clothing disposal units - also known as drawers.

And I fully acknowledge that the folded clothes don't look quite as folded as they did when I started.

An explanation was given to me - something around small children and 'mountain climbing with Daddy'.

It's things like this that make me roll my eyes, put on a recorded episode of Dr Quinn and block out the mess around me. Ah, Dr Quinn - you give me 1hr to myself in the evening, and I thank you for it.

And speaking of Dr Quinn, for some reason when I went to bed I had a nagging feeling that something was bothering me and I had forgotten about it. It made my stomach churn with uncertainty and I spent a good portion of the night tossing and turning, trying to think what it was that made me feel so restless.

Then I remembered. Robert E and Grace weren't allowed to be married in the church because they were negro! What the hell, people! This is an outrage and I won't stand for it...

Wait.

That was on TV. It was a Dr Quinn episode.

I've been up half the night over TV!?  At this point I fall asleep knowing the shame of what just happened will haunt me and that I won't be telling the Guru.

But I wake up this morning kind of cranky. No patience. Just want to get out the door. And I make the Guru drive us in this morning, I don't want to drive because I know I'll become crazy, road rage lady.

During the drive in to day care and work I got on to the topic of the builders coming to our house tomorrow to do a quote on portential renovations. And this led to me whinging about how I felt his parents weren't very supportive of our plans for the house.

Which turned into a rant on how his parents aren't supportive of anything we do and how they make me really cranky with their bad attitude towards various things.
I didn't notice the black cloud developing over the Guru's head as I was too busy ranting at him about his parents being negative, unsupportive bastards.

Needless to say his stony silence and quickly developing road rage should have been enough to make me shut up. But nope - I was on a tangent and I was cranky, tired and inexplicably still worked up over Dr Quinn so I was going to keep going.

Why he didn't just push me out the door as he drove past my work, I'll never know. But I'm grateful all the same.

And there you have it. The Friday Fluff, and proof of why a) I should keep my mouth shut and b) I should not watch period drama TV before going to bed and get all worked up over fictional characters.