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Oh I do love sunny Saturday mornings. You wake up at some ridiculous hour (when hubby disappears in head to toe lycra for a ride), the sun streaming in through the curtains, & you discover it’s only 6am! I can turn over & snooze for another couple of hours.

08.30 – Just me & the kids for breakfast. Elder child has a hockey game so we fed Boris (the imaginary tapeworm for anyone new reading) waffles, berries & maple syrup.

09.15 – I was just about to shower when a rather sweaty hubby returned. We quickly discussed a plan of action for the day & I left him to feed his own tapeworm.

11.00 – We decided that I’m not going to watch the hockey game. Today he was playing in goal & it was all the way over on the north shore. I had a mountain of laundry to do (& tomorrow is Mother’s day so there will be a strike), the dog needed a walk, & my body was craving a stretch out.

12.30 – I get a text from hubby, younger child took all his gear just in case they were short of a player & they were. I knew he would be absolutely made up by this even though he’d be playing with & against some kids 3-4 years older than him.

14.30 – By the time they all returned I’d done 3 loads of laundry, a pilates routine, walked the dog, watered the garden, made chocolate strawberries for dessert, hung the hammocks up outside & chilled out in the garden for half an hour reading my book! Younger child had thoroughly enjoyed playing a proper game & apparently did really well. Elder child let in 3 goals & declared he was a useless goalie & it was also boring!

15.30 – Hubby took him out on his road bike so he could let off some steam. Meanwhile, younger child had me (now Wonder Woman) up in their playhouse hammering nails into the wood so they could hang all their (plastic) Black & Decker tools up & make it into a workshop.

16.15 – I now need a glass of something pink & a lie down. The bikers return & of course are starving (yes I know this is hard to believe but true), so I fire up the barbi & open a bottle of rosé.

17.00 – Yells of distress from the garden, the hammock elder child was sat in has dumped him on the concrete. I know he’s a drama queen but I genuinely think he’s hurt himself this time. Tylenol & Advil for his dessert then.

17.15 – Everyone is full of ribs & chocolate strawberries, & we are basking on our sunny patio – I love, love, LOVE this weather!

18.00 – I help elder child finish his Mother’s day card – odd I know but I don’t trust him to use all my stuff on his own, & at least this way I get to have some say what I get.

20.00 – Tired boys are in bed, the dog is patrolling the fence & warning off falling leaves, hubby is reading in a hammock (interestingly not the one he just re-hung after the earlier drama), & we each have a glass of something pink.






An emotional pile…

I would love to have the ability to write a book that captures every one of your emotions & leaves you absolute tatters, but feeling good about them all. Who knows, maybe one day I will. I do have a story already written that might fall into that category, but it needs some work before I can release it into the wild to be torn apart. I believe that it’s my best to date, that is until I write the story that is still a little too close to my heart to even consider putting it down on a page.

There have been several books over the years that have caught me some way or other. I think the first book I read as an adult that I couldn’t put down was ‘Captain Corelli’s Mandolin’ by Louis be Bernières. My husband always remembers when I was reading it, while on vacation in Africa. Stunning terrain & wild animals passed me by & all I could see were words on a page. Then there was the weekend we spent in Whistler. I stayed up till the wee small hours to finsh ‘Room’, & of cause one of my recent favourites, both book & movie, is John Green’s ‘A Fault In Our Stars’. They are all beautiful stories, but today I was reminded of another favourite. One more to add to the pile of emotional feel good books that just affect you in a way you can’t describe.

While in Chapters picking up the remaining novels on my book club’s reading list I noticed they were once again promoting JoJo Moyles. On closer inspection of the display I saw that ‘Me before you’ had an updated cover with real people on the front. Usually that only means one thing – it’s now a movie. Now I’m not normally a fan of books being turned into movies, very few of them are done well & often distort the story, or just don’t capture the soul of the author’s writing. I loved everything about this story, the way it was written & its sensitive nature was not only ambitious, but also very poignant. Moyles addressed an issue that will always make for heated, & often divided, dinner table discussion, & clearly turned it into a love story.

When I checked out the movie trailer it left me wanting more, even though I know the story well. So on this occasion I will have to get over my self & go see it. If it’s anything like ‘A fault In Our Stars’ I will not need mascara but a large box of Kleenex instead!

Wilting by Wednesday…

06.40 – My younger son walks into the bathroom clutching the tooth fairy pillow looking very disappointed. I immediately swear in my head – this is the 2nd time we’ve forgotten! In our defense, he lost it at field hockey last night, placed it on the kitchen countertop when he showing me, then it went missing. Hubby wrote the tooth fairy a note explaining, & popped it in the little pouch part of the pillow, then placed it under the very middle of younger child’s pillow. It had been a long day & we both had a lot on our minds after seeing the surgeon – again.

Meanwhile back in the bathroom I needed to think of another plausible excuse: I suddenly remembered that at least one other person had also lost a tooth at hockey, so once again declared that she must have been busy – I felt terrible about it. Forgetting once is excusable but twice is criminal!

07.00 – I text hubby to let him know – he feels terrible too.

07.25 – We leave for school, my eldest has choir at 7.30 which we are clearly going to be late for.

07.33 – Pull up outside school in record time, without being caught by the cops, & wave goodbye to eldest child.

07.40 – Younger child didn’t have time to do his reading last night so we sit in the underground parking lot and read – while getting strange looks from all the teachers.

07.45 – My phone rings, it’s teacher mum, there was no choir this morning so elder child is with her & her kids in her classroom. #&@* #&@* #&@* I could have had an extra half and hour in bed!!

08.00 – I take younger child to teacher mum’s classroom, even though he can go to his own at 8am – he reads at a grade 2 level so he gets his books from that classroom & he needed to change the one we’d just read.

We say goodbye – again – to elder child/brother who is now leaving to go to his own classroom.

08.05 – I deposit younger child in his classroom & chat to his teacher for a few minutes – she was curious about the hockey shenanigans of the previous night & why my husband was hanging around in the back alley of a school wearing lycra! She commended both teacher mum & I on getting everyone fed, watered, to hockey on time & homework done.

08.20 – 09.20 – The dog is excited to be off leash in the park & plays with all her friends who she thought she would never ever ever see again.

10.00 – 14.00 – I wash my hair, because of the imaginary choir I did not have time this morning but that’s what hats are for!

Put the laundry away.

Do some Pilates.

Schedule some quotes to tweet (you didn’t honestly think I remember to post one everyday did you? Have you read my life over the past two days?)

Stop the cat from eating the plant.

Write some more of my next chapter.

Stop the other cat from eating the plant.

Do some guitar practice – get up half way through to STOP THE CAT FROM EATING THE PLANT!! & close the craft room door to stop the cat from eating the plant.

14.30 – Hubby & I have hatched a tooth fairy plan because we feel soooo bad. I write a note (with my left hand to disguise the writing) to younger child saying that because he had left for school early she missed him & she was leaving an extra dollar to make up for it!

15.10 – School run, straight home for homework & early dinner because it’s elder child’s turn for hockey tonight.

15.45 – The boys are discussing whether or not the tooth fairy comes during the day, on the back of the fact she didn’t come last night, I declare that it is unlikely but maybe he should check…

RESULT – He thinks the note is the best thing ever & he’s a buck richer because of her incompetence!

17.20 – Hubby is on call so we three pile back in the car to drive to hockey even though it’s walking distance but my knee is still protesting about the morning dog walk.

17.45 – Back home, younger child practices his talent show compilation on his guitar – his peers are in for a treat, 7 years old playing The Rolling Stones.

18.10 – Hubby arrives home, he eats while younger child reads to him. Younger child has bath while I get back in the car to drive 5 blocks to pick up big brother.

By 19.30 we are all heaps on the bed listening to Narnia – I don’t even like Narnia but never pass up an opportunity to lie down.

Until tomorrow… When elder child has to be at school for 7am & I can be found in the school lobby with a 5ft stuffy!

No more busy baths!

For me it’s the ultimate in relaxation at the end of the day, especially when I am still aching so much after our snowshoeing adventure. However, I have felt rebellious today, I refuse to give in to ‘it’. My kids are still off school until tomorrow, so I also gained an extra one to help out a friend who works. So, after walking the dog & stripping wallpaper off two bathrooms – that’s why I agreed to the free help you see, & all three kids had a great time ripping!

I can spend hours soaking in fragrant bubbles with a glass of wine and a good book, & for the most part I’ve put up with the dated & unique style of our main bathroom. However, after 3½ years it was starting to really annoy me. Unless we win the lottery sometime soon, our ideal bathrooms will remain on Pintrest. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands by getting rid of the most offensive part – the wallpaper… Enter 3 energetic boys, who really need to go back to school.

As I lay there soaking among the bare walls, I knew it was the right thing to do. The retro tiles, vanity and sink unit are sadly still in residence, but the room feels calmer, bigger & instantly nicer. My 3 helpers did a great job of not leaving a single teeny tiny piece of green & pink; they even picked up every scrap off the floor. Although it will be a while before it’s completely painted & finished, I can relax back & enjoy my book without the distraction of those hideous mint green palm trees & the pink & lilac flowers – & I haven’t even begun to describe the boys bathroom, plump ripe berries and hedgerow is all I’m going to say!