Category: 250 in 2017
I am committing to writing 250 posts in 2017. It was going to be 365 but I think that’s a little ambitious…
Did you notice?
Those of you who were in the central Queensland Coast region today may have noticed a drop in oxygen levels and a rise in CO2 levels today. I take full responsibility and apologise for that.
I was taking a LOT of deep breaths today.
Look it hasn’t been a great 30 hours. It started when Chance lodged a rather large splinter into his foot at around 3pm yesterday. We spend from about 4 until 9pm (not continuously, obviously) trying to get it out but by the end of it he had worked himself up so much that he wouldn’t let us near him.
I tried again when he was sound asleep, a technique my mum used to use (and I woke up once during it!) but I just couldn’t do it and I didn’t want to traumatise him any more.
Julius has decided that he is in fact a normal baby and after a few weeks of sleeping through pretty much every night, we are back to 2-3 feeds each night. Which I really can’t complain about – he literally feeds for 5 minutes then guess to sleep.
Anyway after a rough evening, a rough night and an early morning start for Hubs on fathers day, I decided to take the tribe to church. Darby pretty much didn’t sit still for the entire time, not that I minded, and to be honest I was too tired to be concerned. It was draining but I had decided that I was going to have a calm day today, hence all the deep breaths, and that’s what I stuck to as much as possible.
Anyway we had some nice quiet time where I did some meal prep for the week and then Hubs came home to finally open his presents. He then took Chance to the ED to get this damn splinter out. It took a bit of gas and a few bad knock knock jokes but it was out!
The deep breaths continued into bedtime where at one stage 3 out of the 4 kids were upset about something or other.
Anyway all’s well that ends well and I’m in bed before 10pm so that’s a good result.
Happy fathers day honey. You’re the best xx
Tall and proud
I went to a Hiit Out (High Intensity Interval Training) session tonight at the gym and it was taken by one of the lovely female trainers who’s positivity and enthusiasm is just what I needed.
Her catch phrase tonight (and maybe other nights) was “tall and proud people, tall and proud”. She was referring to our posture during some of the exercises, but I like to think she was also referring to the exercises in our heads.
I’ve been going to the gym 4-5 times a week and while I’m proud of that, I’m ashamed of the negative self-talk in my head. If I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror I get sad and disappointed and tell myself that I’m not good enough. I compare myself constantly to the other fit mums which is counter-productive and such a waste of energy.
We are all there to better ourselves, not to be better than anyone else. So tonight, with each slam ball and kettle bell swing, with each squat and press, I stood tall and proud, as I know I have a lot to be proud of.
And I’m tall. ?
Today’s post brought to you by…
Things that suck
And the winner is…
… Toowoomba!
Just in case you haven’t heard, we are heading to Toowoomba for 2018.
Hubs didn’t get onto the Orthopaedic training program this time around, and this was one of our “just in case” options that we are really happy about. But the thought of moving? It’s kind of put me into a bit of a spin. I know I’ve done it before (many many times) but this time it’s with four kids, and we’ve been here nearly three years. That is a lot of kids and a lot of stuff.
Oh and did I mention the renovations? Yeah, they are still being done around us. It’s all time and money, both of which we do not have much of at the moment.
So here’s what the next five months are looking like for us:
The kids and I will be down in Brisbane (staying with my parents at their NEW HOUSE at Woody Point! Woo!) for the September School holidays – Looking forward to lots of catching up in that time, including our 20 year High School reunion. Wait, that can’t be right…….. 20 years!?? What the hell!? I’ll also use this time to pop up to Toowoomba to check the town out, maybe pick up some school enrollment forms, and just get a good feel for the place.
At the end of October, Hubs and I are hoping to go on our yearly pilgrimage to Melbourne for PAX Aus, just with Jules, and leave the kids with my parents for a few days.
Then in the middle of November, which is not quite three weeks after we get back, we are heading to Cairns for 10 days for a course for Hubs (only three days), and a family holiday that we tacked on to the start of it. We are also (hopefully) being joined by our friends who we met in Townsville who are now living in Victoria, and it’s Chance’s 7th birthday while we’re there. And we somehow managed to find a Stayz house right across the road from friends who live there, who we met in Ingham. What the!!???
Then a week after we return, we are holding our farewell to the house and to Rocky party on the deck – it’s going to be huge.
Then the following week (the last week of school) I’m planning on packing up the house and being ready to leave on the first weekend of school holidays. That way we can have the house empty to get it painted and anything else finished, ready to rent it out.
Yes, my house is going to look beautiful after I leave it 🙁
Then I’ll be heading to Toowoomba to hopefully line up a house for us to move in to in January, when Hubs will join us and start his new job at the end of Jan, just when the kids are ready to start school.
Then it’s Christmas, and then we will be moving and starting all over again. Again.
Gosh I have so many feelings about this move. Probably all of the feelings. Overwhelm, angst, sadness, excitement, dread, bewilderment, happiness, and many more. I look around this house and feel like it’s been both a blessing and a curse. We have been blessed to have met the most wonderful people here, and to have spent many an occasion on our deck and in our yard. But the renovating business is not for the faint at heart. I don’t ever want to tackle a project like this again, but we had to learn the hard way!
This was supposed to be a quick update about where we are at, but I guess it just reflects the craziness of our lives at the moment. I know that in six months time, we will be settled in a new house, in a new town and meeting new friends, which is both exciting and completely terrifying. Wish me luck!
Bit squashy
Getting into it
Fat and fit
It’s all relative I know, but I’m feeling quite big in my skin at the moment. I really thought I would have shifted some of this baby weight by now, as I’ve been back at the gym for 7 weeks. But it ain’t budging.
Sure, it may have something (everything) to do with what I’m shoving in my gob, but I do still feel a bit cheated! Everything is hard at the moment with my spare tyre sitting around my waist; even exercise. Actually especially exercise.
My knees have been screaming at me the last few weeks and I’m sure it’s because of the extra weight. It’s so easy to say that I need to start eating better but it’s so hard to do.
We are starting our next challenge at fit mum’s in 10 days and I really want to try my very hardest to match my food efforts with my gym efforts. In the meantime, if I’m going to be fat, at least I’m going to be fit!! And hopefully I’ll fit into my jeans again soon….
Back to it
It’s been a weird sort of week around here. Hubs has had the flu and has been home, mostly in bed, and I guess partly because of that, my routine went a bit out the window. I ignored my 6am alarms each morning, I missed fit mum’s on Wednesday because I had a tickle in my throat and I got paranoid I was getting the flu, and I didn’t make lunches in the evenings, instead opting to try and complete the task in the mornings. We were also going to bed later since Hubs wasn’t getting up at 5am for cross fit and I was sleeping later as well.
It wasn’t a great week. And to be honest it was interesting to see how those small things every day can really impact on family life. The kids have been a bit unsettled this week and as lovely as it has been having Hubs’ company each day, it’s also been harder having an extra person to look after.
At least with no work and cross fit there was much less washing!
So it’s back to business tomorrow. Lunch is made, my coffee is ready to go in the morning, and fit mum’s is on the cards. Looking forward to a new start to a new week.
(Darby didn’t want to join in ?)