So it’s June already (though I swear it was just Christmas? Didn’t we just take down the lights?) and I want to write, but naturally I don’t know what to write about. As per usual. So bear with me please as I delve into yet another list of miscellaneous life facts/comments/questions that are kind of irrelevant to well, everyone, and everything.
1) This blog is one year old! Happy birthday to those tortillas I don’t really eat anymore! And happy birthday to still being awake at midnight most days! But in all seriousness, I’m really glad to have had this space over the past year. It has documented a lot and I’ve gotten to connect with a lot of lovely souls who say, “wow, I don’t know how to do this parenting gig either.” And that’s just the best feeling, truly, aside from sniffing a baby’s head of course. If you want to go all the way back to the beginning, head this way.
2) I’m convinced that babies don’t have hips. They’re just made up of the cutest, big, round tummy and then chunky legs. Try fight me on this one.
3) If I do say so myself, my op shopping game has been strong lately. I’ve gotten the coolest wooden blocks (we spend hours making houses with these), very cool books (hello Midnight at the Museum, based on none other than Auckland Museum), and most recently a very long-sought-after decanter which looks fab filled with blood orange gin. Lately, my husband has even been showing interest in op shopping, which is a massive win in my books.
4) I’m wearing colours! Well, trying to. Since I essentially never go clothes shopping and it severely stresses me out, I generally wear like the same three things and have done so for six years now. And this got annoying. So I challenged myself to wear the colours and prints and to have fun! At the start I didn’t really know what to do, because I thought you had to go for a certain “style” or whatever and the thought of picking one was just complicated, so I never did it. But then I read a little snippet online that said something along the lines of not worrying about fitting into a certain style or only wearing items that fit in with a particular aesthetic that you like. Instead you should just go for things that you simply like and you’ll come to discover your own style from there! It sounds simple, but it was pretty groundbreaking in my little old head. And so now I’m starting to wear colours and I don’t really know what I’m doing, but it’s fun and I’m understanding that wearing happy things can make you feel good! Surprise, surprise.
5) The other night there was a shadow in our room that looked like a chicken.
6) Working is going so well, it feels so good to have a purpose outside of motherhood. Like so good! I mean, life is super busy, and downtime just doesn’t really exist, but this is filling my cup in ways that I didn’t expect. And how good is going through the never-ending SEO process and seeing it pay off?
7) And speaking of working, do you have a gazillion things you want to do, but can’t really fit them in to your day at all, because it’s already so jam packed? From the get go in the mornings it’s go go go, then after our kiddos are finally asleep it’s work work work until I kind of collapse into an exhausted, but deliriously happy heap. And then I always fall asleep thinking of all the things I want to do, but not really having a capacity to do them? This is a range of things from beginning the series On Becoming a God in Central Florida to trying to become a Science Communicator to decluttering the toys. All in good time I guess?
8) Something that has been playing on my mind lately is the idea of being allowed to enjoy the things you work hard for. Because obviously I agree with that, but it’s hard to put into practice, because often I just feel guilty or don’t even seek out things to enjoy despite working hard. I think it just comes down to knowing that there are so, so many people who work very hard, but don’t get to “enjoy” the result of their hard work due to life circumstances. Like owning a home, for example! I definitely don’t believe that owning a home is the simply the result of solely working hard. Obviously, one definitely has to work hard to own their own home, but there are many people who work just as hard or even harder, who cannot own a home due to a plethora of other, more complicated reasons beyond the false stereotype of just “not working hard enough”. Maybe the happy medium is that yes, you should enjoy the things you work hard for, because not enjoying them isn’t helping anyone, but at the same time you should also use your position and privileges to open the doors for others to do the same. I don’t know. It’s a big mess in my head.
9) One of the most disappointing feelings in life is when you spend ages trying to get the baby to bed and then they finally fall asleep, so you finally get to go to bed too, and just as you close your eyes you hear them wake up and it’s just not a fun time.
10) I think I’ve written on here before about renovations and builds always looking much, much worse before anything looks better. Earthworks have finally begun on our section and let’s just say the level of mud currently there is out of this world. It’s all very exciting though!
11) We regularly visit the cow in the paddock outside our kitchen window and she is oh so friendly and lovely. She trots up to us and we pat her and I never realised just how big cows are until we started doing this? They are such lovely creatures!
12) Seeing the bond and relationship between your children grow is the best thing. I can’t even deal with how much it makes my heart soar. That is all.
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