It was a nice morning, regardless of our mouse-related drama. We spoke to each other instead of being zombies in a hurry to achieve all that needs doing before we leave the house. I feel like I really saw G this morning, not his trance-like doppelganger.
We left the house at the same time, I spent a leisurely hour at school, having coffee whilst the kids played. It was nice to speak to the Mums and teachers, though it seems to be the same Mums who make the effort. I'm not complaining at all, it gives more chances to cultivate friendships. One of the Mums even suggested we catch up on the weekend so our kids can play, so I was really happy I went. There's a Mums dinner next week and I will definately be there.
G mentioned my hair last night. He said something like "putting my hair in piggy tails even though it was too short" when we were reminiscing. So this morning I put my hair in pig tails for him. He smiled when he caught the reference.
He put on a suit jacket with his jeans and asked me if he looked alright. I thought he looked hot and told him so. He said he was making an effort with his appearance and I smiled.
I had a great weekend. Darren and the boys stayed for dinner on Friday night, we fed the kids early and then ate while they watched a movie. Darren told us about his trip to Canada and we checked out his slideshow. There was much hilarity over whether or not he got laid and if we could pick out who we thought it was. It was red wine induced hilarity, though I did find his reluctance to kiss and tell quite amusing.
I was still in a wonderful haze after the kids had gone to bed and I dragged G into the bedroom. I feel as though we peeled back our barriers and melted into each other. It was truly making love, not $ex, it was opening our eyes and seeing each other, loving each other.
We lay in each others arms afterwards and talked, truly talked. I told him that I wanted to be loved the way he used to love me, and he said 'don't you see that when you look at me?'. I answered honestly, no. He was looking into my eyes when he said, 'then maybe you haven't been seeing me'.
The tears gathered in my eyes and began to roll down my face. For all his faults, has my pain been of my own making? Have I become so numbed by the drudge of everyday life that I don't see him anymore? Has he become to me simply a sum of all his faults?
I felt pretty rough getting up the next morning, even though I only had two glasses of wine, apparently I'm getting old too..... I'll give my bosy the benefit of the doubt and say that I haven't been much of a drinker recently. :lol: I have promised myself that I won't drink on a Friday night again, because cleaning the house for an inspection the morning after is a bit much!
We only had one couple through, and no response which seems less than promising. I will speak to the agent this week about the price and go from there.
We went to Mum and Dad's for the duration, and relaxed a little. We pottered around for the remaining hours of the afternoon.
Sunday had a luxuriously slow start, I even had breakfast in bed. Could food get any more decadent, being served in bed? We had migrated outside after Gabe fell asleep on our bed and were trying to think of things to do while he slept. My eyes lit upon a particularly messy corner of the garden and I had the sudden urge to tidy it. So after grabbing shoes for us both, G and I picked up tools and got cracking. It looks really good even though we're not done, just a lot tidier. I want to get a cubic meter of bark chip delivered and cover the garden beds with it, just to make the place look nicer. Next weekend.....
Gabe gave me a fright when i went back into our room to check on him. I swung the door open and could see the place I;d left him, and was fully expecting to see him, and he wasn't there!! He'd rolled over so I couldn't see him until the door swung wider. Talk about having a heart attack!! I have vowed to not leave him sleep on a bed ever again. Ok, maybe when he's 16.
He did that the other day, I went into his room and opened the curtains, chatting to him the whole time. I turned around and the cot looked empty! He'd scooted backwards down the cot and I couldn't see him through the change table. Boys!
So after he woke up we got ourselves ready and went shopping to find G a new pair of jeans. Ooh, exciting! We had a good wander and found a really funky pair for him, reasonable price too. I still had a gift voucher for LJ and so tried a couple of things on, I got a summer dress and a pair of shorts. Both rather risque and short - but hey, I've still got it, baby!
We then went to the park nearby and had a play. Gabe got to dangle his feet in some sand, which was rather cute to watch. His face showed such surprise.
The girls and I sailed the ship to Daddy Island, away from pirates, paddling with all our might. We reached land safely and discovered a spaceship that we bounced and jumped on until Mummy was exhausted.
I've found Z exceptionally difficult all weekend. I'm at a loss. She is being really mean and rough with both the kids, I feel as though all I do is tell her no. I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing wrong, because it has to be my actions that is causing her to act this way, And my actions are the only things I can change.
I am not shouting, I am expressing disappointment, not anger. I am making time for her, we even gave her back the bunny home because of a second chance, and G bought a 'bunny' which she got to discover on Saturday morning. G sat and remodelled the bunny home this morning, and we've allowed him to come everywhere with us. We're really pandering the whole idea because she's shown such passion for it, we let her have carrots and sleep with the whole house thing. It's taken over everything and we're rolling with it. So why the attitude?
More on that tomorrow. Time for bed. It's late and I have a rather dishy hubby I need to snuggle suggestively.
I think I will need to rename this blog to something about my cat since she appears to want to star in every installment.... I shall also rename her - Bloody Cat it shall be!
I was sat in my usual comfy chair, feeding Gabe, and hoping he would drift off. Eva came in, jumped up on the chair and walked right up onto Gabe and lay down. He stopped drinking and looked into my eyes, as if to say, WtF? His hand drifted slowly down from where it was resting against his bottle, and gently touched her fur. I checked to make sure her claws weren't digging in or pressing on any important bits, and he giggled. He went back to his serious expression and resumed drinking. His eyes closed gradually and Eva began to purr.
Ok, now an amusing story about my eldest, seeing as she cops a lot of flak in this blog. She's pretty cool, all things considered. This is one of her finer moments, seeing that we're raising punks.
Her bunny had been taken away from her for being mean to her sister. I had been half bugged to death to get it back, and I finally lost my temper.
"Zoe, you will not get it back until I decide, so stop asking!!"
Pause. I could almost hear the dooby-do music. I think it was the Girl From Epanema.
"Mummy, that shirt looks really good on you"
I have to wonder who taught her that flattery goes a long way. Who knows. Maybe Sashi is passing along her tricks of the trade. Yesterday I swear she fluttered her eyelashes at me! It totally worked, but where are they getting these from? There's some evil child at school teaching schoolyard lessons - Manipulating Parents 101.
Ok, I'll admit it. I have a total schoolgirl crush on a Dad from Z's school. I see him most mornings and he walks past me with a gust of expensive aftershave-scented air and I giggle. He's tall, broad shouldered and good-looking. Reminds me a lot of G actually. *laughing* Saying that, I have rather a heavy crush on G. Damn, his arse looked so fine yesterday. I really do stop myself drooling over him - I like to be chased, I don't like chasing all the time. I'm totally easy anyway so i figure I should play a little hard to get. I said in utter disbelief last night, 'I've been laying her with my breasts out for 35mins and you haven't looked at them once!'.
He said 'I have! I just thought you wouldn't appreciate me playing with them while you talked.....' *laughing*
I had a little freak-out this morning and had to shut the door so the kids wouldn't hear me. Zoe got on my case again and I just about exploded in a spray of little Mummy bits.
I told G it was like having a Mummy devil on my shoulder saying 'you haven't done this' 'you need to do that', poking me every 5mins. I was poking him as I spoke and his eyes widened and I saw his patience fade dramatically. (He HATES being poked) I said 'that's exactly how I feel!!'...
I wonder if it's possible to have the cooking equivilant of a black thumb? Everything I touch is turning to.....yuck, basically.
I baked a slice yesterday off the Pioneer Woman's website, so expected good things. Well, I don't even want to eat it!! I am considering trashing the whole pan of it.
Today I am doing a walnut and date slice, nice and healthy! I used to make it as a child and the whole family loved it. I'm not sure if this is the same recipe but it was handwritten in my Mum's cookbook, so again, high hopes. Making it though, it just looked different - really dry actually. It only called for butter and an egg so I was limited to what I could add more of, I just melted a bit more butter but it still didn't come together. It was really crumbly. I also didn't write down how long to cook it for. Sigh.
If this one doesn't turn out nice, I will be forced to cook my old fav, chocolate coconut slice. I have playgroup here tomorrow so I want *something* to serve. Also, I'm cutting out processed food for Z so need something to offer besides fruit.
Things are going so well with G and I. We're interacting so much better than we used to, and I feel differently about him. In a nice way! :) I used to feel sad and angry when I thought about him before, now I feel loving and....nice thoughts.
I know we have work to do, but the work isn't so hard when we're both doing it.
I have a Mum's dinner next week, the same night as our session. I figured I could just turn up late and have dessert and a drink, keeps the cost down too. G suggested I cancel the session because getting a night out with new friends was more important, but I want to maintain my focus, and it's been 3 weeks already.
I went on a bit of a cooking spree and made Tuna Mornay PastaBake from scratch this morning. I put Gabe in his swing, threw some music on and danced around the kitchen. The dancing and miming into a spatula was entirely to keep Gabe amused. Honestly.
Sashi helped me make the slice. I know she is going to make a mess before I hand her the wooden spoon, but I do it anyway. She's a card.
What a freaking awesome weekend!!!!
My slice turned out really nice, btw. I had the girls around on Friday morning. Phew, what a rush that was!! I had the house pretty clean and only needed to vacuum that morning. So I dropped Z off to school and had got everyone out of the car when I realised I had forgotten to give Z $5 for the Fathers Day stall. Crap. I was totally overwhelmed by the thought of dashing back to the school so did the vac'ing and went over my options. I eventually decided to go back and was thanking my lucky stars when I saw a Mum I knew in the carpark. I thought I could leave her to watch the kids in the car while I ran down. Well, the class had already gone to P.E and had done the stall already. Crap. It was going to take me longer to go find them and then take her to the stall, so with Gabe on my hip and dragging Sashi (who was complaining I was walking too fast) off we went. I ran into the teacher outside the gym and she said that she had told Z to buy something and I could just take the money up to the stall......'cause it's so easy lugging two kids around.... So that's what I did. On the way back to the car I felt as though I was walking through mud, I felt so weighed down by Gabe. He weighs 9kg now and I'm terribly unfit from my pregnancy, prolapse and surgery. It's been so long since I've been able to exercise!
Anyhoo, I got back home and everyone turned up 5mins later - so I felt lucky that I'd got back in time! We had a really lovely morning, and Bek stayed for lunch afterwards. She had set aside the whole day just for me, which was so nice. We talked mainly about real estate, seeing as we're both selling.
Friday night I had intended on having some wine and relaxing but I wasn't into the bottle G had bought me. We watched Babel which G complained about but I found beautifully crafted.
Saturday morning was the usual scramble to get the house ready, but we're getting so good at it now it doesn't seem so hard. I also did quite a bit of prep on the Friday so there wasn't as much to do. G went to Mum and Dad's while Z and I had some time alone. I was starving (didn't get brekkie) so we stopped at McD's and shared a snack. Then we took her bike to the park and I ran while she rode. We had a play on the swings and stuff before another ride. We got to a creek crossing and she said she was scared to go down the incline to cross, I decided to use it as a 'moment'. I told her that I understood she was scared, but that made it a challenge, and she'd be SO proud of herself when she achieved it. I promised her that I'd hold onto the bike and we took off. She was SO happy and proud, and asked to do it again!! We did it twice more and she had a ball.
I was feeling exhausted when we finally got back home and really wanted a nap. G said to wait until he'd made me a sandwich before laying down, which I did, but by then the moment had passed. I got up and went grocery shopping instead. The life of a Mum. Sigh.
I went out for my sister's birthday, the restaurant was nice, food was great and company, friendly and happy. We went to a nearby pub afterwards but the evening wound down whilst there. I was ready for bed by the time we got home.
Sunday involved another sleep-in, though not as much as G would have liked. Z was very excited about it being Father's Day, and G played along nicely, waking up when she came in to give him his present. I got up and did some shopping quickly, buying some belated presents for G. He got socks and jocks (what Dad doesn't?!) a fandangled new razor thing, and a new shirt. He was so pleased with everything, I'm glad I made the effort.
Our barkchip got delivered, after a mix-up with our order, and we spent the bulk of the day spreading it around. Sashi was happy to help and got a brush to dust off the garden edging. She was so fun to have around, asking to do more and telling odd little stories. She told me Andrew (BIL) was coming around to see the garden and that he'd be mad if it didn't look great. Oooookaaaaay.
It felt great to be out in the sun, on a pleasant day, doing some heavy work. I shoveled the bark into the wheelbarrow and G moved and tipped it, and I spread it. We were a great team, laughing and joking. I told him there was something sexy about him working.
I also had great fun trying to rile him up, it never works but hey, it's fun to try. "Damn, I'm a good shoveller" He gives me a look. "I SO shovel better than you do, dude" Another look. "It's hard being better than you" Uhuh. "I'm a much better man than you are" He drops the shovel and attacks me, laughing.
We have got our mojo back. We've been happy, light-hearted and playful - which is who we are. Together and apart, we're fun, happy people. And we can cut up a dancefloor!!
We like to randomly start throwing some dance moves into our day, and tunes are always groovy. G starts humming and I always pick the song. Opening cans of whup-a.ss is mandatory on boring days, I can kick his a.ss. Ok, I can't. But I try.
So a great weekend was had by all. The girls were knackered by last night and totally flaked on the couch while G cooked dinner. I was not far behind (and G admitted he was there too) but we kept up the focus on the kids, doing books and bedtime routine. I watched some TV but we were in bed early.
This morning I was up getting the morning started with gusto. I made breakfast burritos for everyone and packed Z's lunch. I said to G I could have used a bit more help, but I tried not to let it spoil the mood.
The only thing that has frustrated me today is the magical no-sleeping baby I have. He slept fine all weekend, but back to weekdays and he's been hellish to get to sleep. He's finally down now and I hope he sleep well. All i can think is that the school run throws him completely out of routine but there's sweet F.A I can do about that.
I'm enjoying the peace while I can though. Pity about my coffee but I'm totally used to not getting to drink a coffee before it's lukewarm anyway. I try my best to hold off until I am baby-free but with him being up and down for so long, it all got a little screwed.
We've had to cancel this week's session with Anne due to a video conference
that G has to be there for. It just means I can turn up on time for the Mum's dinner so I'm not too bothered. I do think we need this next session though. I got a little moody last night when I did the budget and the usual attitudes came up. We're supposed to have tried to talk about it so we go into the session with it basically sorted, but we haven't....it just goes south so quickly. Ah well, I'm not focusing on it because things are sooooo good right now. I've been so pleased with our progress.
I had an exhausting week so haven't had a chance to post. I've also started a blog elsewhere for family, so have been trying to keep up with that.
Soooooo, where to start?
I had a dinner last Wednesday with the school-mums which was a blast. I had a really great time, and feel as though it has really helped me fit in. Everyone has been so nice, I think I know everyone's names now!! :lol:
I stayed at school with Zoe on Thursday morning, which was good for us. She cried a bit when I said I was leaving, which was a bit odd.
Friday, I stayed for devotion and then went to have coffee with a couple of the other Mums. We're planning on having a regular morning to catch up, so I'm looking forward to that. G was working from home that day so I came home and tidied a bit before another agent came around to discuss sellinbg the house. He didn't leave until 12pm, and I had to get Z at 2:30pm. We had a wee play and then I dropped the littlies off with G and took Z to a birthday party. It was really good, the kids were entertained while the Mums sat around talking. Another chance to get to know some different Mums. I then took Z to the art show and checked out her artwork. We were supposed to buy her painting but she got a bit over it so we came home.
I went shopping with Erin on Saturday morning to buy her a birthday pressie, but she was bit 'over it' as well so I ended up buying some new togs for the kids. I have Sasha booked into swimming lessons, starting this week so I needed some urgently.
Darren had a BBQ planned for Saturday night and we went around early so that when Gabe went down for the night, we could leave him until we were ready to leave.
We helped Darren prepare salads etc and had a few drinks. Everyone had arrived and food had been put out when this happened.....
The glass table simply disintegrated and everything ended up on the floor. The roast Lamb, potatoes, salads, wine.....everything.
The noise was astounding, it practically exploded. Afterwards it was silent, the shock was profound. Then Darren said 'So who wants pizza?'.....
It took us 30mins to clean it all up, sorting through the wreckage for things unbroken. No food could be saved due to the glass through everything. We all had another drink and enjoyed the rest of our unforgetable evening!!
Oh my goodness, I can't believe it's been so long since I've posted!!
It's school holidays, which has been the source of much frustration for me! I love the easy start to my mornings, and not having to rush around at 2:30pm, but I hate the constant bickering from the kids.
The girls have been playing well at times, they play with their dolls together. I think there's a certain amount of bullying going on when they do play, Sasha seems to be ok with that for now though. That's most likely the source of the fighting when it does happen though.
Gabe is doing really well. We both got an awful cold a couple of weeks ago, which has been kicking my a.ss ever since. I was so ill that G had to stay at home for 3 days, which is very unlike me. I am usually able to soldier on, but not this one. Apparently it was the flu, and it was a shocker!
Poor Gabe got a cold (I hope it wasn't the flu I had because he would have been miserable) and had a runny nose and cough. I kept dosing him up just to let him drink his bottle, poor little man.
Things have been really great with G and I. We are joking around, DTD regularly, really seeing each other for the first time in a long time. We had to cancel our session again due to another work function of G's. There's another one next week which I'm looking forward to. It will be interesting to see if we're as solid as we seem.
I don't really have anything interesting to say - life has been rather boring. Being sick has taken a toll. I lost my voice yesterday and I still have this cough. Hopefully it won't be too long before it's gone and I feel great again!
It's official, G is 38. We were laying in bed, it was 11:50pm and G said "I'm still 37, I have another 10mins of being 37!!". Poor man, getting old is so hard!!
The whole weekend was devoted to Garthy-time. He had a delicious sleep in on Saturday morning, whilst I cleaned the house in preparation for our Open House. He got up and prettied himself up for me and we dropped the kids off to Mum and Dad's. We then spent a wonderful 2.5 hours by ourselves, doing shopping and having lunch.
It's so nice having moments like that, to remind ourselves that we're more than just parents. We are fun, happy people - something we don't feel like all the time!!
The afternoon was chilled out, G played with the kids while I napped - oh no, I'm having Nanna-Naps!! Then the Fam started to arrive for G's birthday dinner. Mum and Erin cooked a FAB meal, we rejoiced that we got to eat it, and it didn't fall through the table. I took a picture as proof.
Sunday was a very relaxed day. I did some shopping with Tab and came back in time to let G go play 8 holes with The Boys. They spent a few hours having their glorified walk and then came back for a few more beers. All in all, a good weekend for the G-Man.
He told me many times that he had a great weekend, and I'm so glad. That's what birthdays are for!
Happy Birthday, Baby! I love you!!