I've known this for a while. G knows it and asks if I'm hungry whenever I'm narky at him. But what occurred today takes the cake.
I'm lying in bed trying to get a break from my darling daughter. Having told her in no uncertain terms that I had played with her all day already and need an hour to myself so if she could just please amuse herself. Poor thing. Moments like that and I hate fate for not giving me another one to keep her company. Watching her left to her own devices was both hilarious and heartbreaking. But I soon forgot her until she came running down the hallway with a porcelain bowl and metal spoon. She came up to my bed and presented to me a bowl full of corn flakes and very sweetly said... "mummy i thought you were hungry and might want something to eat"
Had to laugh thinking how the hell did she get into my cereal cupboard. It is 2nd shelf above the bench that holds my knives. And to get me a porcelain bowl from out of the cabinet, in the back.
Too sweet and too funny at the same time...
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
My frivolous existence
So I'm thinking I need to start a new blog now that the IVF shenanigans are well and truly over. I can't really continue in this vein because Hornsby and being hormonal is well and truly over - my husband would disagree with the second part but c'mon... hormonal now is nothing compared to in Hornsby.
So life is continuing and life is good. i reluctantly sent my helping hand home last Thursday and was not happy to be washing my own dishes Friday. My aspirations to have a permanent helping hand installed into my household are dead in the water cause of cost and space.
Then my plans for total and utter peace, quiet, relaxation and revelry on my own time has been put on hold because my princess daughter has been sick and apart from her continuously using her outside voice inside, constant whining, making me do stuff... Apart from me being her bitch for the last 3 days, it hasn't been so bad. Though I am so wound up now, I'm not being very nice and have been using my non inside voice just as much as her!
But who can complain. I have a great little apartment. A gorgeous daughter that I love so much my heart stops at the thought that she is growing up while at the same time i find her so annoying at times she drives me to tears. I've got a fantastic lifestyle that leaves me exhausted then wanting more. I have food on my table though I hate that I have to clean it myself. Really, what is there to moan and groan about? I really do have a very fantastic and frivolous existence...
So life is continuing and life is good. i reluctantly sent my helping hand home last Thursday and was not happy to be washing my own dishes Friday. My aspirations to have a permanent helping hand installed into my household are dead in the water cause of cost and space.
Then my plans for total and utter peace, quiet, relaxation and revelry on my own time has been put on hold because my princess daughter has been sick and apart from her continuously using her outside voice inside, constant whining, making me do stuff... Apart from me being her bitch for the last 3 days, it hasn't been so bad. Though I am so wound up now, I'm not being very nice and have been using my non inside voice just as much as her!
But who can complain. I have a great little apartment. A gorgeous daughter that I love so much my heart stops at the thought that she is growing up while at the same time i find her so annoying at times she drives me to tears. I've got a fantastic lifestyle that leaves me exhausted then wanting more. I have food on my table though I hate that I have to clean it myself. Really, what is there to moan and groan about? I really do have a very fantastic and frivolous existence...
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Well, hello there, stranger
It's been so long it seems since i last blogged. You would think that sending my darling daughter off to school would give me plenty of spare time to blog away but i have found myself running around like a crazy woman. Not getting much done, really. But running around nevertheless.
Now i have a spare 10 min before heading off to some talk by her new school about their learning system. Sounds like such a bore but i feel like i should at least try to know about how she is being taught. And i can actually leave the house because i've got someone to help watch her.
Which is also another reason why i've found the time to blog now. I've been gifted a helping hand for a bit of this week and hello... this is more like it!
I have done no cooking, no cleaning, no washing of dishes, no ironing, no laundry, no dusting, mopping, vacuuming, haven't had to run to the shops. (Ok so, i'll be honest and say that i don't actually do a few of those items, but i do most of them. AND i do feel annoyed that the ones that i don't do are not done on a daily basis)
So you should see my drawers now. All neatly folded in rows and piles that make me grin in pleasure every time i open them. I can actually find things!
And just imagine walking into a house that is completely spick and span every time you walk into it. It is bliss. It is joy! I really don't think that real tai tais should be allowed to complain anymore about anything at all. I've lived like them for two days and seriously, i don't know if i can go back. And i haven't really lived totally like them because even with my helping hand, i've only had her for a few hours a day and i have been working my little butt off too. If she were her perpetually, i don't know how i could handle all this happiness!
Gotta run. More later!
Now i have a spare 10 min before heading off to some talk by her new school about their learning system. Sounds like such a bore but i feel like i should at least try to know about how she is being taught. And i can actually leave the house because i've got someone to help watch her.
Which is also another reason why i've found the time to blog now. I've been gifted a helping hand for a bit of this week and hello... this is more like it!
I have done no cooking, no cleaning, no washing of dishes, no ironing, no laundry, no dusting, mopping, vacuuming, haven't had to run to the shops. (Ok so, i'll be honest and say that i don't actually do a few of those items, but i do most of them. AND i do feel annoyed that the ones that i don't do are not done on a daily basis)
So you should see my drawers now. All neatly folded in rows and piles that make me grin in pleasure every time i open them. I can actually find things!
And just imagine walking into a house that is completely spick and span every time you walk into it. It is bliss. It is joy! I really don't think that real tai tais should be allowed to complain anymore about anything at all. I've lived like them for two days and seriously, i don't know if i can go back. And i haven't really lived totally like them because even with my helping hand, i've only had her for a few hours a day and i have been working my little butt off too. If she were her perpetually, i don't know how i could handle all this happiness!
Gotta run. More later!
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