Yesterday was all about physical labour.
Physical labour, I’ll have you know, is good for you. 🙂 It’s cheaper than a gym membership, for one thing, not to mention being outside in summer weather is good for your mental health. The work, especially if it’s your own work (maintaining your own home) contributes to a certain type of well being that feeds the soul, you know? It pays back, so to speak. You can look at the finished product and pat yourself on the back and say “I contributed to this”.
Daily grind housework doesn’t feel quite the same. I mean, when I do six loads of laundry AND put it all away in the same day, which is practically unheard of around here, I don’t pat myself on the back and say ‘well done’. I just do it (or procrastinate about it). Same with the endless dishes and kitchen debris. That stuff never ends although when I see a clean and tidy counter prior to going to bed, and more importantly when I get up for coffee the next day, I do feel a sense of ‘glad I put the effort in last night’.
But yesterday, that was different. Continue reading
This morning I woke with a wet dog nose in my face.
I look at the clock. Almost 6 am.
I’m on the fence about going camping in August.
Part of me really wants to go in order to be a part of the childhood experiences that are rapidly dwindling these days. I mean, not really, they’re 13 and 10 which really is still childhood, but in some ways I do see a gap forming between them and me. Especially with the older one. He’s expecting more freedom and independence, yet still lives like a child (meals are made, clean bed to sleep in, someone to buy him new shoes when he needs them). But he tends to want to do things with dad more which is completely normal and natural for an adolescent boy.
Dad likes camping. And fishing. And sleeping with bugs. In tents. During humidity heat waves. Without access to showers. And the kids don’t seem to mind either…
I’m getting more wimpy in my old age… 😉 Continue reading
Today, I’m annoyed.
This didn’t happen immediately upon waking up, nor did I expect to feel annoyed later. We actually had a fantastic weekend, and I had a good sleep, woke up in a pleasant mood, had coffee while everyone else slept in, and bonus: the outdoor public pool was open and lessons a go. It had maintenance issues most of last week, cancelling lessons and swim club twice, which annoyed me then.
But not this morning. This morning I was in a happy mood.
If someone tells me a class, an appointment or an event begins at 9 am, I am going to make every effort to arrive at the destination at least ten minutes before 9 am.
This is what punctual means to me.
Likewise, if I was told to hand in a school assignment on Tuesday the 22nd, and my class for which the assignment was for is scheduled from 2-3 pm, I would have my assignment ready to be handed in on Tuesday the 22nd at 2 pm.
Not email it to the teacher five minutes to midnight on Tuesday the 22nd.
This is how I interpret on time performance. Continue reading
Summer vacation so far has been hot! 🌞 ☀🔥🌡
I am not complaining at all but so thankful for air conditioning. Right fellow North Americans? 🙃
Face it: minimalism in a family with kids is about as far away from possible as Fiji is from Canada.
Which doesn’t mean you shouldn’t attempt it.
I amuse myself.
Ha ha ha.
Home ownership and parenting is not for wimps. That is probably the only lesson that’s stuck over the years… 🙂
Yesterday I woke up to my teamsnap app exploding on my phone. So many messages… Continue reading
Over the last few months you fellow bloggers have told me that the main reason you read blogs is to get a glimpse into someone else’s life. I mean, here we all are, scattered around the globe, connected to each other by sharing our thoughts, our inspirations, our mishaps and yes, even our rants sometimes. It widens our perspectives, allows us to support one another, and on occasion it may even inject a bit of humour into a situation that didn’t appear to be amusing initially.
I’ll tell you why I read blogs: I like glimpsing into your life. 🙂
With that said, I will now tell you what I saw yesterday at the grocery store:
A glimpse into my middle-class, urban, stay-and-work-at-home mom life during an ordinary errand run.
If you happen to be a parent of school-aged kids, you maybe able to commiserate, nod in agreement, or smile at a distant but familiar memory (if you’re an empty nester). Or, maybe you’re completely surprised by the possibility that this actually happens. Or, if you’re not there yet…glimpse into what may still come down the road when you’re done with toilet training and wiping noses.
So here’s what happened: Continue reading