October how I love you so...

Oh September, I love you because you're Spring and all, but I can't wait til you're over....

If I can get to October without losing my marbles I'll hip hip hooray and bask in the glory of my organisational skills.

So what's happening:-

House

The Plasterers started today and boy do they work fast. The have the walls and ceilings done and are back tommorrow to finish and sand.

The Hubbster went shopping today and finalised the kitchen specs. On Wednesday we have a big delivery coming of more VJ wall panelling to finish off a couple of cupboards, the tile underlay for the bathroom floors, our doors, some timber for the door jams and the door hinges.

This is what the Carpenter will be working on from next weekend. We have also ordered the timber for the skirting boards and the architraves and more bits and pieces.

We have decided on our cornice and that will be ordered this week.

Everything is running really quickly now, and it's very exciting. We have ordered tile samples and as soon as they are in, we will order the tiles for our bathrooms.

Kids

The Eisteddfod has officially begun and Miss D (aged 10) is singing tommorrow. She has been having singing lessons for most of the year and has a beautiful voice. Unfortunately she is sick with a sore throat and all that comes out of her mouth is a squeaky...squeak.

I've dosed her up on Manuka Honey and Ferr Phos Tissue Salts and kept her home today from school. Mr C (aged 8) has gone out in sympathy with a groin strain.

She can't talk and he can't walk.

Miss T (aged 6) went to school today exclaiming "see you later Losers, I'm going to school".

I hope she has this attitude when she's 16.

Dancing

The dance section of the Eisteddfod starts in two weeks. We have three new costumes for 5 groups and 6 solos. The groups day is always amazing, it's frenetic and crazy but when the kids are dancing, it's so exciting.

Work

I'm so ridiculously busy at work I may have to start working 4 days a week instead of 3, which will upset my busy social life (NOT - see yesterday post.)

I'm taking on extra work and I do enjoy it, but I'm feeling very tired at the moment.

Diet

If one eats ones body weight in Pringles, can the tubes be used as rifle practice?

Exercise

Please explain.

Take a breath Farmers Wifey

Could my life get much busier? I could always get a full time job and then I'd be completely screwed.

I thought I'd bring you my "two weeks of hell on a stick that I should be enjoying" or "stuff that makes me drink too much wine" just to prove how busy I am.

I'll post in point form and remember people - some on this list I have done, some I have yet to do, and some I have done three times.

I'll date it from last Wed to next Wed which should be two weeks, which sounds like it's only one week but it's really two if you read the fine print...

football training

blogging

play practice for Miss D's musical

dress rehearsal for Miss D's musical

3 kids dental appointment

last game of football for Mr C

football presentation

apply, remove and apply nail polish to both daughters nails

embarass Miss D (aged 9) on numerous occasions by actually doing nothing

drink wine on the deck of The Money Pit with The Hubbster watching the sunset

threaten Miss D if she doesn't put her hat on at the football presentation, I will stand next to her at the jumping castle (see above re embarrass)

have sex with The Hubbster

chase dressmaker re Miss D's new dance costume

run around at the last minute to buy a present for a kids birthday party

break up numerous fights between the kids involving blocks, barbies and basketball

second visit back to the dentist for one kid to have 2 small fillings (oh the horror)

attend Miss D's school musical

refuse to pay $50.00 for a flimsy, fluffy hair and makeup box for the Eisteddfod, and instead buy a $20.00 fishing tackle box that is perfect, and pat myself on the back for thinking outside the square

go to a kids birthday party

treatment on Miss D's bum length hair so I can actually get a comb through it

take Mr C to Auskick

realise he's obsessed with football

kid wrangle 3 kids while sorting out dance costumes at the dance shop

have sex with The Hubbster as we forgot before

attend one kids' school Environmental Display

carry a dead chicken up the back of the property and throw it onto an ant hill

have a mammogram

walk the boundary of the property with The Hubbster in the middle of the day (for exercise (torture)) and sweat my arse off

sew straps on two dance leotards

play Barbies on the floor with the girls and sulk when I have to be the maid (reflection of daily life perhaps?)

sew snowflakes on organza

get my period

remove lightening bolts from lycra leggings *sigh*

go to work

threaten the chooks with the axe if they don't start laying

find one egg the next day

finally return overdue dvds and paid the big fine of $2.60

realise that's a better amount than my last overdue fine of $154 (clerical error)

coordinate 10 different dance costumes

coordinate 10 different lots of accessories including hair stuff, shoes, stockings, makeup, arm bands and hair ribbons

coordinate 3 noisy kids while coordinating the above

try not to stress at the Eisteddfod during the 10 performances Miss D will be dancing in..........

hug, kiss and tell my kids how much I love them every day.....

Zumba Pumba

I've had a very unsatisfying Zumba class today.

I haven't been in two weeks, so today I was looking forward to doing some hip swaying, latin moves, accompanied by some some hip swaying, latin music.

Well my hips were swaying and I worked up a sweat but the instructor was new and it was....just a bit....boring....and unorganised.

And embarassing for her. I did feel sorry for her but for $12.00 I would expect to know less than the person taking the class. In this case, I could have sworn she was looking at me for guidance.

Along with the unsatisfying end result and feeling just that little bit ripped off, I twisted my ankle and strained my already sore back. Was it worth it? Will I go again? Yes/No/Maybe.

Today is the first day of Spring, tra-la-la-la-la

Spring has sprung

The grass has ris

I wonder where

The byrdies is...


We have been waiting to say this for months now. It's a tradition for the kids and I to recite this little poem on the first day of Spring, whilst going to school.

Yesterday Mr C tried to say it a day early, much to the disgust of Miss D who tackled him to the ground and gagged him.

So we said it while driving along the dirt road and said adios to winter. (pack your bags buddy, nick off, farewell, and don't come back til next year).

I am so glad Spring is here. For so many reasons. I have been feeling ordinary for a while now.

Up until July 19th, I was happily and nervously pregnant with expectations that did not eventuate. I think I am dealing with my loss in the best way I can.

I'm good on some days, I'm a shitty wreck on others.

Some days I am so tough, I talk myself into being this strong, accepting person, who knows it was just not meant to be.

Other days the ache in my heart makes my eyes sting with tears. I have to bite my lip to stop. And I think "why the fuck......just why?"

A mum came into the office today with a brand newly baked newborn.....I shouldn't have looked but I couldn't resist. She was gorgeous, black hair, pink skin, so tiny and squirming......

I realised how much I want one. I want one but I can't have one. Fuck. It hurts. It's a physical longing I feel for something that isn't meant to be. Because after losing 5, I know.

At least the sun was shining today and it was warm. It is Spring and it is the start of new things. Which is good, because some days I feel like I am walking a tightrope. If I step over just a bit, I will fall into a cavern of....black.

So with Spring brings the beginning of new things..of exercise for my mind, body and soul. I feel good when I am fit and right now, I don't feel that way. When I was pregnant *sigh* I actually put on weight. I had a baby belly.

Imagine my surprise (horror) when I clicked on Calorie King with my weight and height and the message said - almost with a snigger......

Your Body Mass Index indicates that you are overweight.

What the fuck????

I weighed myself and I am 70.4 kg.....my ideal weight is between 47 kg (you've got to be kidding me) and 62 kg. 62 I can live with.

I know I can do it. I did lose weight and was told I was ripped and buffed!! when I became a gym junkie after my 4 miscarriages, 3 years ago. I want to feel like that again. I want the burn. I want to sweat the sadness away. I want that happy feeling.

Fit and healthy = happy =new tattoo. I can live with that.