June 9, 2015

My Personal Challenge

I've recently had a birthday. I turned 26,....and a bit more....alright just a bit more.....

Okay I turned 48.  There.

Often with birthdays I find myself wanting to make changes to do with my lifestyle, to eat healthier, exercise more, remove my makeup every night and wear sunscreen every single day.

Turning 48 comes with its own set of challenges.  My body is getting old, there I said it.  I'm no longer a spring chicken, although my Mum still thinks I am, bless her.  My body aches in the morning and I feel tired most days. I'm a little out of shape and not as fit as I'd like to be.

 I need to wear my glasses more often and my skin could be clearer.

What to do, what to do?

I'm giving myself a birthday present.

I'm giving up alcohol for 12 months. Well that's an arrow out of nowhere!

The catalyst for this rash decision comes from the acceptance that I don't bounce back like I used to. When I was younger, I could drink wine, stay up late, not eat healthy but still wake refreshed and ready for anything.

Now after three kids and having worked my way well into my forties, I definitely struggle if I don't take good care of myself.  And that is the point where I find myself now.

I remember having my first taste of alcohol on the way to my school social at the end of Grade 10.  I was 16.  My friends and I had coloured our hair and were rocking the punk look which was popular at the time with tartan skirts, ripped stockings and a sinister sneer.

We sipped on plastic cups full of Green Ginger Wine and acted tough and thought we knew everything.  From that moment on, I had a relationship with alcohol which went from no drinking at all while pregnant and breastfeeding, to drinking nearly every weekend, to months at a time of no alcohol at all while trying to be healthy.

I'm really excited to see how much money I save, and what changes happen by adopting a healthier lifestyle.  I'm a member of Hello Sunday Morning, an online movement towards a better drinking culture, where people can blog about their experiences and give support to others who are also making healthier choices.

I know it's not going to be easy, as truthfully, I love a glass of wine.  Or two....or three!! A girls night out is so much fun if alcohol and karaoke is on hand, but saying that, I've also had some amazing nights out as the designated driver.

So that's where I'm at right now. Here's to a happy and alcohol free 12 months and beyond!

Do you drink or are you a teetotaler?

Farmers Wifey xo

May 12, 2015

The Forgotten

My blog sits in the corner like a shy wallflower at the school dance.  Eyes downcast, crestfallen and lonely, longing for some attention. Will someone take her hand and lead her on the dancefloor?

I can't believe it's been six months since I've blogged.  That time has gone awfully fast really, with no real reason for not writing other than the desire to share has evaded me somewhat. It's been so long that the J button is missing on my laptop keyboard and I couldn't remember my blogger password.

And I've missed it, I really have.  I've missed reading other blogs as well because if I'm not writing I'm not reading, which is slightly unfair on my behalf.

But I'm back and hoping to write with some kind of regularity and avoid having my blog covered in dust as it sits now.

I've tried to write a few times, and during these false starts I wondered if anyone would even miss me?

I thought about that for a nanosecond before reassuring myself that I write for me. I always have and will continue to do so even when the sweet temptation of monetisation rears its head.

So what am I all about, really? I've been trying to figure out which direction I want my blog to take. The possibilities are endless.

I could take the humour approach, which could be fitting as I wrote a post once that wasn't meant to be funny, but one wag offered "I didn't know you were a humour blogger". I've been told I have a dry wit, just look at these crackers:-

Icecream For Dinner.
Wifey FAQ.
Blame The Washing Machine.
Take Me To Bunnings To Buy A.

If that doesn't work, I could always follow the home/styling/interior design/house/decorating/too many cushions road, which I've also done in the past.  Because I'm now working in this industry, I have a passion for too many cushions that usually end up on the floor, but this could be a good path to follow? Here's a sample:-

House Update - Floors.
Hidden Treasures.
Dream Shopping.

I could even write about my age and get slightly naked on the internet.  Oh wait, I've already done that:-

I Heart My Body.
Who Am I.

I might just write about all of the above, along with my life living on our farm, my kids, my animals, my daily grind, what I do, what I like and what I see. Not much of a change really, but I'm so pumped to be back to it!

What would you like to see?  Let me have it!

Farmers Wifey xo

November 14, 2014

It's Beginning To Look Alot Like Christmas!

 I love Christmas.  And I love glass jars.

Put them both together and you have one happy Farmer's Wifey!

Thank goodness my family eat jam, pickles and pasta sauce because I don't know where I'd get my stash of jars if these items weren't on my shopping list.

One day I might become very rural and actually have a try at making my own jam, pickles and pasta sauce but then where would I get the jars to put the finished products in?  That's right, I'd have to buy it all from the supermarket first, so I can actually make my own.

I'm confused!  Sorry I digress, where was I?

Yes, Christmas is apon us and there are thoughts of homemade gifts for the teachers, candy canes popped lovingly inside cards for school friends and the stress of finding the exact match for the Elsa doll because the shops have sold out to parents with little girls under the age of 5.

Our school is having a bottle sale during the Christmas Carols this year, and I'm looking forward to checking out the jars ahem contents which have been donated by local families.  What a great fundraiser!  Fill bottles and jars with whatever takes your imagination, make money for the school, everyone wins!

I decided to get crafty so off I went to my child free craftroom.....yes I have one, don't hate me....:)  and I've done two chocolate/lollie jars and two scrapbooking/craft ones which are filled with ribbons, flowers and stickers in a summer and spring theme.

Finished with Christmas ribbon, toppers and tags and they look great!
What do you think, you like? How's your Christmas preparation going, are you organised?

Farmers Wifey xo

October 27, 2014

Monday Pretties

I was looking through my 3851 Iphone photos today I must backup, and I found some snaps that I'd like to share with you.

Last week the house was reasonably tidy, and the beds were made.  Not unlike this week with the house looking like some small angry army with search and destroy issues have blown through the place.

Oh wait, that's the kids.

I tried to get all Pinteresty with a photo of my bed, all clean and tidy and uncluttered.  I love the quilt I'm using, it has a country look with gorgeous colours.

I took the kids for icecream a few days ago, Yogurtland to be precise.  I always have the same thing - dutch chocolate, mango and big chocolate sprinkles.  Like tea calms a stressful adult, I'm sure icecream does the same for kids, until they get in the car to go home and the sugar hits which is always fun.

A few things caught my eye this week while shopping!  These new Maxwell and Williams plates, wrapped in coloured tissue paper made their way home!  And I am loving Woodwick candles, I bought two, and they are divine!

Miss D (aged 13) shared some special things in her room too.  She has a love for blue, for vintage and anything pretty.  She always has books on her bedside table and she reads every night.

And you?  Bought anything lately?  Been out for icecream? What's been happening?  Happy Monday!

Farmer's Wifey xo

October 15, 2014

Miscarriage is Not a dirty word.

I always feel a bit staby at this time of year.

For just two days actually, the 15th and 16th of October.

Not staby in a mean, self centred way, but more a vibe of leave me alone, I'm feeling sorry for myself, I'll be back to normal on the 17th.

Tomorrow it will be 15 years since I lost my Dad, I miss him every day.

Today October 15th is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. 

I wrote the passage below in 2009, between my 5th and 6th miscarriage. I obviously wasn't in a good place, I was a cranky, wretched teary mess on the downward slippery slide into situational depression.

You are coming to the end of your time now....3 weeks to go you say.

You sigh about how uncomfortable you feel, the sleepless nights, the sore back....oh how you can't wait for it to be over.

I can't understand how you can feel like that, I never wanted it to be over for me. I still don't. I enjoyed every moment, I knew I was blessed....

You look forward to shedding the roomy clothes, to getting back to normal. It will be good to hear the baby steps in your house again. You are excited.

You don't know me...you don't know what I have been through so who am I to judge you? But what I would give to be 3 weeks away from bliss.....

Your delicious excitement is exactly how I would feel...I can't blame you. And yet, I can't listen anymore. I know I am blessed...so lucky that it makes me cry. But the sharp spear of pain that pierces my heart when I listen to you, feels like it will go on forever.

That was deep.

Not long after I wrote that, after 3 years of trying for another baby, we gave up, and continued owner building The Money Pit.  Life went on and it was good. 

I healed emotionally, but I never forgot.  I counted my blessings, in the form of 3 noisy, country, healthy kids.

Fast forward to 2010.  On my 43rd birthday, I found myself in the bathroom of a restaurant peeing on a stick.  Two dark lines.

What the actual fuck?

I told my husband 3 days later, who acting somewhat like a stunned teenager and said "how did this happen".

Remember that 5 minutes before Desperate Housewives a few Monday nights ago....?

This one was the most surprising of all, because every other time I would plead to see two lines, and then pray that it would stick.  But it never would.

No explanation, no medical reason why after 3 healthy children, I just couldn't carry a baby.  All first trimester miscarriages, which doesn't lessen the pain or grief.  A loss is a loss at any time.

I wasn't prepared for this.  I was over it, we had moved on and now my hopes were high again. This one was lost just before 3 months, after seeing the heartbeat and choosing a name.

I think the thing that helped me get through this was sharing my story and not hiding it away.  So many women had similar experiences, who struggled with infertility and baby loss.  It's not a nice club to be a part of, but the strength and understanding that comes from it is everything.

Today I'm good. I've healed but I haven't forgotten.  I see pregnancy as the blessing it is, I love expectant mothers and the excitement that comes with it. It's a beautiful time.

So I'm thinking of others today and hope they have healed.  Love to you.

For support and understanding, please contact Sands.

Farmer's Wifey xo