I thought seeing as this weekend did not totally kick my arse I should let you know.
I thought seeing as this weekend did not totally kick my arse I should let you know.
Friday: Bought my birthday present. These:
They’re Nike Frees. Isn’t that ironic. Something from Nike branded as free. Anyway, they’re all about feeling like you’re running barefoot. I’m not sure about this but I do love them – even if I had my first ever runner’s stack in them, going arse over tit due to next door’s dog (who I take running. I know. I don’t know who I am anymore either) cutting infront of me AGAIN in front of about six people bidding farewell on the nature-strip to some visiting friends. Awesome. Skin off knees, palms, seriously winded and dignity lost mid-air. All class.
Saturday: party with some of Oscar’s friends from school. The first for the year but look, we got invited to one!
THEN: family gathering for my nephew’s birthday.
There was a chocolate fountain.
I saved everyone from chocolate tainted with extra-virgin olive oil but was then one of the group who completely farked the chocolate.
Did the mercy dash w/ my SIL to the local shops to procure the correct oil (the chocolate has to be runny for such dalliances as a fountain) and MORE chocolate.
Let the fountain flow.
I may or may not have eaten
a shitload my bodyweight in melted chocolate on wafer biscuits and strawberries.
Baking: fruit mince tarts (I gave myself a hiatus from making these last year and now wonder why on earth I did so – so very very good) and two types of shortbread: orange and Christmas spice.
Up due to paining feet and mild panic attack that perhaps my feet are turning more arthritic rather than less what with all the running and weightloss. Maybe recreating the sensation of running barefoot at 38 is not such a good idea.
Sunday: UP. Packed up ice-cream Christmas pudding and various edible gifts (Christmas cakes, jams, layered peppermint bark, shortbread, fruit mince tarts) and headed off on two-hour drive to my Dad and stepmother’s.
Lovely day of eating, drinking and hanging out. Including sitting under a brolly by the pool in rather heavy rain as the kids swam. Not sure who was the bigger idiot, me or them.
8pm: Left for home – via Chef’s work where he was getting merry at their Christmas Party gathering.
Somewhere closer to 11pm than reasonable: HOME.
Migraine at the ready, multiple drugs consumed for headache, worsening hayfever and various other meds normally in my daily routine.
Monday: 6am – up – lunch and snacks packed for Felix’s first day at golf camp (I hear it’s a great way to meet cocktail waitresses). Brekkie made for consumption in the car for three children and two adults. Medicinal drinks involving caffeine made. Off to drop Chef at work.
Into Chatswood. X-rays of Oscar’s back done. Off for early-morning reviver of milkshakes (them) and tea (me) then to the chiropracter.
Oscar has a scoliosis in the lower back showing and a major mal-alignment in the second vertebrae. Wouldn’t it be good if this explained the appalling behaviour from him of late. Perhaps it does.
Lunch and debrief of last 24 hours with mum.
Up, catch-up on correspondence and the like. This post.
Now away to collect Felix from golf camp (I hear it’s a great way to meet cocktail waitresses).
Can someone please come and arrange dinner for the family? Otherwise it could be a buffet of shortbread and fruit mince tarts. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
I keep pondering that surely it’s not just because I am not suffering at the hands of the Red Ninja can this Saturday be so much more pleasant than the last. I mean, we’ve all been struck by some dastardly cold involving snot and coughs but still, there has been no yelling, no fighting, no, well, minimal tears.
I mean, this morning was Special Olympics Bowling – with two little fellas in tow who did not melt down and whinge and wail when I informed them there was no budget for drinks or treats.
And since then there has been playing and building Lego ships and being incredibly chilled.
OH sure, Grovey is now screaming at Japper about some such but that’ll blow over.
I made quesadillas for lunch. I would have to say that quesadillas make everything better.
Dinner is oven-baked fish and chips with salad.
I may even go for a run.
The second round of soccer, on the day now referred to as
SaturSoccerday – Oscar’s soccer session
Jasper – after almost ripping the soccer shirt off Oscar’s back, wore this one all day. (The toy was one he just helped himself to from some other poor unsuspecting kid on the sidelines.)
Because one form of organised weekend sport is not enough. Sunday morning at Auskick. People, it is 8am in this shot. On a Sunday morning. S.u.n.d.a.y.
Neither eldest child now goes anywhere without one of these under their arm. I am not kidding.
Current most common phrase uttered in this house: “Stop bouncing that ball!” Followed by: “Take it outside” or “Not in the hallway” and “Get out of the kitchen”.
Jasper raging the early start out for all of us.
Sunday afternoon. GLORIOUS pseudo winter’s afternoon at Manly Dam.
Yummy food. Great friends. Just hanging out.
My goodness I’ve been tardy around here of late. It’s funny really, because it’s been two comments left by Joke that always prompt my lazy and every expanding arse back into action. Joke kinda permeates my life every now and then, like his remarkable ravioli recipe of the other day. While I didn’t make my own (get real) I had a very good handmade store-bought batch in the freezer (from my salvation on the Northern Beaches, Livotti’s Deli in Dee Why). So I made the corn and tomato sauce, and added a dash of cream at the end… because I’m pregnant and am beyond caring because quite frankly, this carcass is H.U.G.E and I’ve decided to not really worry about it until F’nF* has arrived and my breeding days are done.
Anyway, it was delicious. I never would have done the corn in pasta sauce thing, but its sweetness was the perfect accompaniment to the ricotta tortellini. Yum.
Also – Joke often posts very simple non-indulgent, non-inflammatory comments to my inumerable wailings. They often go something along the lines of “stress is not an aerobic exercise” – this has entered my vernacular now and is something I often find myself quietly reciting to myself in times I can feel myself slipping down the stressful cliff. And let me tell you, I’ve been hanging off this cliff for the better part of the last five months. Snore.
Anyway, after my high-point of last week, it was a mixed bag. But Friday was fantastic. I took the day off. We offloaded offspring and went to the movies and lunch (Chef doesn’t start work until 3 on Fridays). We saw Stranger than Fiction – and I loved it. Totally. I want the bakery that Maggie Gyllenhaal runs. Then we went to fast food Japanese ala Muz.
Yesterday was a family gathering and various ferrying of people to other birthday parties etc. It was FREAKIN’ hot, which caught me off guard and made me count blessings that I’m having a June baby not a March one. EUGH.
OH, and there were the six loads of washing due to all the rain during the week that made washing pointless. The line was full – every single one – and it all dried. God my life is rich and varied.
Today was specifically a day of doing nothing. Which means children getting bored and asking for food or why they can’t go play at someone else’s house constantly. Luckily, we have some plucky young sprites across the road who, for the second day in a row, have just invited themselves over for a play. This is what I always wanted as a family – that kids just lob in and hang out. The boys came and went from their place and ours. In wicked heat. So even though we live metres from the beach, I packed the boys up at 4 and took them up to the inlaws for a swim. Total immersion in water is just soooo good when incubating. Oscar was actually swimming – like head down in the water, arms going (more dogpaddle style than freestyle), legs kicking on the surface. This is when I really true bless the public education system and the two week long FREE swimming program they run at Oscar’s school. Meanwhile, Felix is at that stage where the best thing about swimming is being underwater and how long you can stay under there until your mother gets that rising panic all is not well. Then there is Jasper, who kicks his arms and legs madly, jumps in (holding your hands) from the edge and bounces up and down so you’ll sing Humpty Dumpty and pull him in on “fall!” God knows how I’ve produced water babies, but there you have it.
Then we collected Chef from work, picked up a bbq chook for dinner on the way home and thus ended a fairly standard and relatively painless weekend.
Of course, the beautiful, crafty, Suse has also just had a weekend. And her second version? Well let’s just say it was so comforting to know that someone who always seems to me to be holding it all together so well and with the most positive and – indeed as Joke loves to remind us all – glass half full mindset can actually view the world the way I do 24/7.
Suse – I just want to know when your weekend away is planned?
* Fourth ‘n Final.