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#100happydays – Week 5

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Tuesdays are Karate Days. – The only photo I shared this week for #100happydays.

So, it’s Monday and that usually means another round up of my week of photo sharing on the #100happydays hashtag. However, I only managed to share ONE photo on that hashtag this week. ONE out of SEVEN days. I am calling it a failure. So here is a list of other daily challenges that I have failed.

  • Photoaday with Fat Mum Slim – I play often but am yet to complete a full month.
  • 12 week body transformation – I think I lasted a week
  • Moisturising – Sometimes – I just forget
  • 30 day squat challenge – I got to day 8 both times.
  • 30 day abs challenge – hmm
  • Taking vitamins, the pill or any medication – I forget, ok?
  • Clairey Hewitt’s blog every day in May challenge – 4 days out of 31
  • 31 Days to Build a Better Blog – No shock to anyone
  • 7 days of grateful on Facebook. – Please stop tagging me.
  • Index card a day – I never even started. I bought the index cards. that’s all
  • Operation Move 400 – I think I did about 3 days
  • 5 plus a Day Fruit and Vegetables – constant failure
  • The dishes – Look… I’m a busy lady.
  • And of course, 100 happy days. – This is the second time I’ve failed

So, I think what I need to do now, is to not attempt another daily challenge for at least 60 days. That’s my new daily challenge.

The 60 day, No Daily Challenges Challenge. Are you with me?

 

 

 

 

Itchy Feet

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I’m not a fan of standing still. Staying in one place and laying down roots. But I thought that was just a thing I felt when I was young and I thought I would grow out of that. I moved house a crazy amount of times as a teen and young adult. I enjoyed road trips with friends, solo travel to the UK and Europe and a couple of family trips to the USA. I thought I’d find my forever place and settle down when I grew up. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do right?

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I am married with two children and our third on the way and last year we bought a house. In the suburbs. We have a dog and I drive an SUV. This is grown up right? This is settled.

I don’t feel settled. I feel bored and trapped.

It occurred to me recently that I have been searching for a place to settle. A place to call home and lay down those roots, but never actually stopping to ask myself if that’s what I really wanted. I just assumed that settling down would be a happy thing because it’s what everyone does and it seems like the dream – except for crazy eccentric types that wear hemp and travel to weird places and don’t have a fixed address.

It turns out I actually want to be that crazy eccentric type. I don’t want this suburban mum thing that I’ve got going on and I don’t think I ever did. It just happened. It’s like I woke up one day and thought: “how the fuck did I get here? And why the hell am I not in Peru?” I don’t want to wish away my kids. I plan on taking them on my crazy adventures – and the husband of course. Showing my kids the world is one of the best things about travel. But most importantly, there will be adventures. I need that. I want and need a life full of travel.

I would love to travel the world while home schooling my kids. Making our living on the road as we go. Sounds both awesome and terrifying. I don’t think I’m brave enough to do that. I just need more travel, more often and to keep moving. But to also have the security of a home base. But that home base needs to keep changing. And often. Too much to ask? Probably.

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It definitely feels like time to move on again. This suburb has grown stale and I need new things to see and do. I desperately need a holiday and we had a huge New Zealand road trip planned for later this year but you know what they say about the best laid plans… This November, instead of bush-walking/tramping through Abel Tasman National Park, I will be pushing a new human out of myself. So plans have had to change. That New Zealand road trip will happen, just not while I’m in labour. Postponing our trip is fine but I do need something else, and soon.

I’m hoping a short holiday will help with the restlessness because these itchy feet are demanding some movement immediately. Sometimes a weekend away to somewhere new is all I need to recharge and help me get through the next few months of mundane daily life. We have a weekend trip planned for August and I am looking forward to that in a huge way. It’s just a local trip – a five hour drive to the edge of the state. But it will be awesome. There will be a cave tour and much driving and new places to see.

It’s only a month away. I am counting down the seconds.

Also… I really want to find my photos from Europe. Do you know where they are?

 

 

The TV Uniform

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Appropriate TV attire. Johanna Griggs looking gorgeous.

I know I’m not alone here when I say, the moment I do something that my mum would do or say something she would say, is a moment of horror.

Not that I don’t love my mum, I do, I love her dearly. But I’m an individual with my own personality! The older I get the more of my mother comes out. Sometimes it’s simply the shoes I wear. I look down and my mum’s feet are on the end of my legs! This has happened a lot since I stopped wearing ridiculously high shoes and started wearing shoes for comfort. I haven’t yet purchased a pair of white nursing shoes but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time. In all fairness to my mum, she is actually a nurse which explains the footwear.

Sometimes her voice comes out of my mouth. Usually when I’m speaking to my children. The kids haven’t noticed and haven’t called me Grandma, so I’m sure it’s all in my head so far. Thankfully.

But today, I started making judgements on clothing people wear on TV. This is something my mum does all the time and something I laugh about. My mum expects people on TV to be dressed accordingly. Her idea of the outfit they should wear is what I call the TV uniform and today Mia Freedman was not wearing that uniform on TV. She looked like she was wearing her pyjamas with floral pants and a stripey top. She was flanked by two women wearing black and white and looking dressed for TV. Mia looked like she’d slept through her alarm and decided to rock the pyjama look instead of turning up late.

I don’t know why I cared. I’ve never cared before. The only time I’ve really disapproved of what people chose to wear on TV is when they wear diagonal stripes that make the TV do that thing that causes wibble wobbles and probably epilepsy and strokes. You know what I mean.

Last night I watched House Rules and I don’t know who dresses Johanna Griggs but last night they got it so terribly wrong (OMG listen to me! Why do I care?) She looked like she was wearing a wetsuit. And not a very flattering one. It seriously was very hideous. How hard can it be to dress Johanna Griggs? She is gorgeous.

I wonder about this new TV clothing criticism part of my personality. Is it a pregnancy thing and will it pass like my craving for strawberry jam with cheese on top, or is it a permanent fixture? It doesn’t sit well with my philosophy of “each to their own” and “I am not the boss of what you do” and “what people wear is not representative of who they are” and something about books and covers and judgment. Sigh.

I need to either quash this new personality flaw or embrace it and start critiquing fashion choices of celebrities like Joan Rivers does. ICK!

The first option is the best choice here. I will now go and write a thousand lines.

“I will not judge fashion choices made by people on TV” or “I will not tweet about Mia’s pyjama-esque morning show attire” or “Stop giving a shit what people wear”. Yeah. That last one should work.

 Linking up with IBOT

#100HappyDays – Week 2

Week two of the #100happydays challenge and I dropped the ball somewhat. Unsurprising really. I suck at daily challenges and it’s very normal for me to stumble this early on!

It’s not that I wasn’t happy on the last three days of the week just gone, it’s just that I was busy doing stuff that makes me happy and I forgot to record and share. I could say some wanker bullshit thing about living in the moment but I wont because that’s wanker bullshit.

Here are the photos I managed to share on the #100happydays hashtag last week.

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8/100 listening to Millar read before bed.

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9/100. Today was hard. The kids were challenging and the dog on his worst behaviour. But I made it through, and at least the last of the autumn trees were pretty.

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10/100. I got to go to an event at the museum by myself! I needed this kid free time more than I realised. Outside in the city after dark!! photos 102

11/100 balloons before bedtime.

Next week’s challenge will be to share a photo every day! Wish me luck.

I hope your week was happy too!