LIFE
written by Sharon Rea
Round and round the days go by
My life, some lows but mainly highs
The joys of childhood, the wonders I've seen
Always wondering what could've been
Now that sparkle in my children's eye
where they wonder if they can fly
Fly high my darlings it's in your heart
For your childhood is the life's joyous part
Soon you'll grow and find your feet
And your kids will become your treat
This family cycle will go on
and your kids will be your song.
Love your life for it is short
and remember the joys in life can't be bought.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Walking in the Rain
One of my lifes joys is to walk in the rain.
I was able to enjoy that pleasure today when walking home from canteen duty at school. It started sprinkling and then slowly got heavier and heavier. By the time I got home the water was dripping off my clothes and I was soaked through with my hair plastered all over my face. I love the smell of rain on the hot pavement and the cool and sometimes stinging sensation of the rain on my face.
Why do some people find it strange that others get enjoyment out of walking in the rain rather than find shelter and hide from something that wont harm them. It's when I'm out in the rain that I really feel alive.
I was able to enjoy that pleasure today when walking home from canteen duty at school. It started sprinkling and then slowly got heavier and heavier. By the time I got home the water was dripping off my clothes and I was soaked through with my hair plastered all over my face. I love the smell of rain on the hot pavement and the cool and sometimes stinging sensation of the rain on my face.
Why do some people find it strange that others get enjoyment out of walking in the rain rather than find shelter and hide from something that wont harm them. It's when I'm out in the rain that I really feel alive.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Good times with Gastro
NOTE: THIS POST IS RATED G FOR GROSS AND CONTAINS TALES VOMIT AND POO. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EATING OR PLAN TO IN THE NEXT HOUR OR YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH AND ARE EASILY MADE QUEAZY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
My family came down with gastro yesterday and all hell broke loose. My motto is ‘sharing is caring’ but I now question the logic in this when it comes to sharing illnesses. As far as I’m concerned, keep your bugs to yourself, I don’t want them.
It started on Monday night with me feeling sick and then vomiting. My hubby was kind enough to say it was probably food poisoning from my cooking which I took great offence to and in no uncertain terms insisted it was gastro as it’s been going around and everyone we knew have just had it. Then an hour later my son comes in and starts heaving. Luckily I was fast enough to get him into the bathroom so his spew went all over the tiles rather than the carpet. Phew! Hubby still lays in bed and again says it's the pad thai I've just cooked. The boy’s chundering didn’t cease and my time is spent cleaning up my son, cleaning up his yack and water like poo, cleaning myself after he repeatedly ralphed on me and changing the bed sheets after he chucked on them too. I decided to move myself and my son to the couch as I needed to look after him and sleep wasn’t going to happen (luckily I’d not spewed since that first time) , we didn’t have another set of clean bed sheets that could go on the bed and we would be closer to the toilet and we were on the wooden floors which are easier to clean than thick piled carpet. All the time I’m hoping that whilst I’m on the loo with the runs, the boy doesn’t start emptying his stomach contents again.
By 4.30 am I’m wondering if I should wake hubby up to see if he will take over from me and look after the boy so I can try to get a few hours sleep but then realise that I was delirious and suffering from sleep deprivation and he taking over would never happen. He has never looked after the kids when they have been sick or had to go to hospital so why was I expecting him to do it now. I take my place back on the couch and then before too long have to make my second dunny dash to have a 3D burp.
6.30 arrives and it’s time to start the morning and have decided that no matter what hubby will be getting our daughter up, getting her ready and taking her to school. As I go into the bedroom he makes a mad dash for the loo and is making an offering to the porcelain god. Great that’s all I need, a hubby with guy gastro (think of the man flu only it’s gastro). Feeling sorry for himself he returns to bed and announces there’s no way that he’s taking our daughter to school. At that very moment said daughter arrives in room and I tell her that she won’t be going to school today as I suspect she will have an appointment later with the loo. She’s not worried it just means that she gets to sit on the couch all day and watch cartoons. So with no one having to be anywhere I try to get some sleep. Before too long I’m woken up by my son who is climbing to get into bed and instead of him waving and kissing me like he usually does in the morning, he waves and then barfs all over my face. Eeeew. Thankfully it was only the water type of chuck. My charming hubby is sitting next to me in bed laughing his butt of whilst I’m screaming at him to get me the flannel. After cleaning myself up I head straight to the shower and have a good long soak to get rid of the feeling that I’m a barf bowl.
Straight back to bed for me, hubby and son when daughter comes in saying she thinks she’s going to be sick. I yell at her to get to the toilet quick. Too late, she’s creates her own bile geyser to jazz up our carpet. I make the mad dash to get her into the toilet whilst she’s in hysterics. All the while, hubby’s sitting in bed feeling very sorry for himself whilst a puking pandemonium has broken out.
As the days goes on the liquid screaming from the son and the girl has settled and now they just have colon explosions. Again, hubby is in between bed and the bathroom tending to himself. I’ll be dammed it I’m going to be cleaning up after him too.
The boy delivers us with the nappy from hell and hubby says there’s no way he can deal with it as he is on his death bed and it’s all up to me. As I go to get the boy to change his nappy he up chucks the grapes I’ve just fed him along with the bit of milk he insisted on having which is now curdled and vile. Enough is enough. I crack the shits with hubby and tell him he has to help with the boy. Stick him in the bath and clean him up.
The worst was over and now it’s just lots of rest, a few sips of water if we can keep it down and doses of medication to keep the runs, stomach pain and head aches at bay.
Now I sit here and think about the last 36 hours and a few things have come to mind.
1. Reflecting over our marriage vows we made to each other only 6 months ago and the line ‘in sickness and in health ‘ comes to mind. I think hubby’s version is more like when you’re healthy I’ll be there for you but when you or the kids are ill you’re on your own.
2. I’m glad we’re a two throne household. I don’t know how we would’ve got through this with one loo.
3. I’m so glad it’s over. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy and hope we are never in the situation again where each one of us are ill like that at the same time.
My family came down with gastro yesterday and all hell broke loose. My motto is ‘sharing is caring’ but I now question the logic in this when it comes to sharing illnesses. As far as I’m concerned, keep your bugs to yourself, I don’t want them.
It started on Monday night with me feeling sick and then vomiting. My hubby was kind enough to say it was probably food poisoning from my cooking which I took great offence to and in no uncertain terms insisted it was gastro as it’s been going around and everyone we knew have just had it. Then an hour later my son comes in and starts heaving. Luckily I was fast enough to get him into the bathroom so his spew went all over the tiles rather than the carpet. Phew! Hubby still lays in bed and again says it's the pad thai I've just cooked. The boy’s chundering didn’t cease and my time is spent cleaning up my son, cleaning up his yack and water like poo, cleaning myself after he repeatedly ralphed on me and changing the bed sheets after he chucked on them too. I decided to move myself and my son to the couch as I needed to look after him and sleep wasn’t going to happen (luckily I’d not spewed since that first time) , we didn’t have another set of clean bed sheets that could go on the bed and we would be closer to the toilet and we were on the wooden floors which are easier to clean than thick piled carpet. All the time I’m hoping that whilst I’m on the loo with the runs, the boy doesn’t start emptying his stomach contents again.
By 4.30 am I’m wondering if I should wake hubby up to see if he will take over from me and look after the boy so I can try to get a few hours sleep but then realise that I was delirious and suffering from sleep deprivation and he taking over would never happen. He has never looked after the kids when they have been sick or had to go to hospital so why was I expecting him to do it now. I take my place back on the couch and then before too long have to make my second dunny dash to have a 3D burp.
6.30 arrives and it’s time to start the morning and have decided that no matter what hubby will be getting our daughter up, getting her ready and taking her to school. As I go into the bedroom he makes a mad dash for the loo and is making an offering to the porcelain god. Great that’s all I need, a hubby with guy gastro (think of the man flu only it’s gastro). Feeling sorry for himself he returns to bed and announces there’s no way that he’s taking our daughter to school. At that very moment said daughter arrives in room and I tell her that she won’t be going to school today as I suspect she will have an appointment later with the loo. She’s not worried it just means that she gets to sit on the couch all day and watch cartoons. So with no one having to be anywhere I try to get some sleep. Before too long I’m woken up by my son who is climbing to get into bed and instead of him waving and kissing me like he usually does in the morning, he waves and then barfs all over my face. Eeeew. Thankfully it was only the water type of chuck. My charming hubby is sitting next to me in bed laughing his butt of whilst I’m screaming at him to get me the flannel. After cleaning myself up I head straight to the shower and have a good long soak to get rid of the feeling that I’m a barf bowl.
Straight back to bed for me, hubby and son when daughter comes in saying she thinks she’s going to be sick. I yell at her to get to the toilet quick. Too late, she’s creates her own bile geyser to jazz up our carpet. I make the mad dash to get her into the toilet whilst she’s in hysterics. All the while, hubby’s sitting in bed feeling very sorry for himself whilst a puking pandemonium has broken out.
As the days goes on the liquid screaming from the son and the girl has settled and now they just have colon explosions. Again, hubby is in between bed and the bathroom tending to himself. I’ll be dammed it I’m going to be cleaning up after him too.
The boy delivers us with the nappy from hell and hubby says there’s no way he can deal with it as he is on his death bed and it’s all up to me. As I go to get the boy to change his nappy he up chucks the grapes I’ve just fed him along with the bit of milk he insisted on having which is now curdled and vile. Enough is enough. I crack the shits with hubby and tell him he has to help with the boy. Stick him in the bath and clean him up.
The worst was over and now it’s just lots of rest, a few sips of water if we can keep it down and doses of medication to keep the runs, stomach pain and head aches at bay.
Now I sit here and think about the last 36 hours and a few things have come to mind.
1. Reflecting over our marriage vows we made to each other only 6 months ago and the line ‘in sickness and in health ‘ comes to mind. I think hubby’s version is more like when you’re healthy I’ll be there for you but when you or the kids are ill you’re on your own.
2. I’m glad we’re a two throne household. I don’t know how we would’ve got through this with one loo.
3. I’m so glad it’s over. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy and hope we are never in the situation again where each one of us are ill like that at the same time.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
OMG I'm a Blogict
I cant believe how addictive blogging is. If I'm not reading others blogs and then following them I'm tinkering with my new baby blog trying to make it look cute and have a few interesting gadgets. In other words I'm trying to think of other ways to entertain any visitors to this blog as I dont think that my random thoughts are overly interesting or entertaining in anyway.
Does this addiction slowly fade or am I destined to based behind my laptop screen for hours on end whilst the hubby and kids go hungry and slowly turn feral?
Does this addiction slowly fade or am I destined to based behind my laptop screen for hours on end whilst the hubby and kids go hungry and slowly turn feral?
Family 4wding fun
What a day! All I wanted to do today was curl up on the couch with my hubby and watch movies, but he had other ideas.
My darling hubby decided we were all going to have some 4wding fun out at Mundaring. It's such a lovely place and is great fun with the Pathfinder. Hubby wa a little disappointed that CALM have closed off all the good tracks (secretly I'm relieved) but he still managed to find some good hills and tricky tracks. Normally when we go 4wding by ourselves it’s an adventure and usually ends up with us being bogged or in some other trouble. I’m still haunted about the time when hubby saw a sand hill and was determined to get up it. I gently reminded him we had to pick our daughter up from school in 30 mins and with no mobile on us if things went pear shaped we would be late to pick her up and wouldn't be able to call anyone, so now wasn't the time to challenge any hills. Needless to say he did attempt the hill, we got bogged and had to spend the next 45 mins trying to get ourselves out. I was 7 months pregnant at this time and was wading through the most horrible black sand in my dress and thongs trying to find anything we could use to jam under the wheels that would stop them from spinning.
This photo was taken today. It's hubby's impression of 3WDing. The kids thought it was great.
I love the forrest in Mundaring andthe vast differences going from the natural bush to the pine tree plantations not to mention the beautiful fresh smell. It was a great day and so much better than spending it at home watching movies. I really should start listening to my beloved more.
My darling hubby decided we were all going to have some 4wding fun out at Mundaring. It's such a lovely place and is great fun with the Pathfinder. Hubby wa a little disappointed that CALM have closed off all the good tracks (secretly I'm relieved) but he still managed to find some good hills and tricky tracks. Normally when we go 4wding by ourselves it’s an adventure and usually ends up with us being bogged or in some other trouble. I’m still haunted about the time when hubby saw a sand hill and was determined to get up it. I gently reminded him we had to pick our daughter up from school in 30 mins and with no mobile on us if things went pear shaped we would be late to pick her up and wouldn't be able to call anyone, so now wasn't the time to challenge any hills. Needless to say he did attempt the hill, we got bogged and had to spend the next 45 mins trying to get ourselves out. I was 7 months pregnant at this time and was wading through the most horrible black sand in my dress and thongs trying to find anything we could use to jam under the wheels that would stop them from spinning.
This photo was taken today. It's hubby's impression of 3WDing. The kids thought it was great.
I love the forrest in Mundaring andthe vast differences going from the natural bush to the pine tree plantations not to mention the beautiful fresh smell. It was a great day and so much better than spending it at home watching movies. I really should start listening to my beloved more.
Friday, March 13, 2009
My home - the freezer
I woke up this morning and for the life of me I cant get warm. I went to bed last night and it was quite warm, sleeveless dress kind of weather but this morning I woke up feeling like I've moved to the Antarctic. Very strange.
I love winter and the wild weather and all the rain it brings but I cant stand being cold. Today will be spent in my trackie dacks, wrapped in a blanket, drinking countless cups of capo's and watching movies which I highly doubt will be any good. With luck my hubby will join me and keep me warm.
I love winter and the wild weather and all the rain it brings but I cant stand being cold. Today will be spent in my trackie dacks, wrapped in a blanket, drinking countless cups of capo's and watching movies which I highly doubt will be any good. With luck my hubby will join me and keep me warm.
Dickheads with a Death Wish
What is it with some motorbike riders. Note I say SOME.
I'm so sick to death of hearing motorcyclists say ‘motor vehicle drivers don’t look for motorcyclist, they change lanes without checking for motorcyclists' blah blah blah. Coming from Perth it is well known that many of us don’t know how to drive in a conscientious manner; we can’t merge properly, or give way to others. We are selfish SOB’s whose only aim is to get to where we are going without a care for any other motorist on the road.
So anywho, here I am driving in my 4 wheeled, air bag infused safety bubble listening to some monotonous R&B (aka Rape & Brutalise) crap on the radio -I did check what else was on but it was either the same IQ lowering crap or some nasty 70’s shit (that I’m sure gave me nightmares in my infancy) when some knob jockey on his two wheeled death machine comes roaring up behind me in a merging lane and almost side swipes my shiny paint job to get past. Not only is he speeding like a bat outta hell but he’s weaving between lanes with no indicator. To top it off his passenger is pulling a Titanic style Kate Winslett waving his arms in the air. I half expected to meet this Darwin Awards winner up the road and be scrapping him off the road with my credit card whilst shaking my head trying to convince myself that it was a waste of life.
Why is it that some of these nut jobs hold their and others lives in their own hands with such little regard for their wellbeing. Perth needs more controlled outlets for people to take their ‘toys’ out and to compare them to their friends. Wednesday nights at Kwinana are great for some shits and giggles to find out how fast you can go in a quarter mile but it doesn't teach these nutjobs true driving skills and give them an safe environment where they can race. I’m all for cars and bikes and finding out what they can do but ONLY in a controlled environment. Also, the one thing I’ve noticed out on our streets that these ‘Hoons’ that are so often discussed in our media are not the bike or car enthusiasts that take pride in their vehicles and spend countless $$$’s on them but these carefree imbeciles that think they are invincible and have bikes and cars that are not maintained for the manner in which they are driven.
Vent Over
I'm so sick to death of hearing motorcyclists say ‘motor vehicle drivers don’t look for motorcyclist, they change lanes without checking for motorcyclists' blah blah blah. Coming from Perth it is well known that many of us don’t know how to drive in a conscientious manner; we can’t merge properly, or give way to others. We are selfish SOB’s whose only aim is to get to where we are going without a care for any other motorist on the road.
So anywho, here I am driving in my 4 wheeled, air bag infused safety bubble listening to some monotonous R&B (aka Rape & Brutalise) crap on the radio -I did check what else was on but it was either the same IQ lowering crap or some nasty 70’s shit (that I’m sure gave me nightmares in my infancy) when some knob jockey on his two wheeled death machine comes roaring up behind me in a merging lane and almost side swipes my shiny paint job to get past. Not only is he speeding like a bat outta hell but he’s weaving between lanes with no indicator. To top it off his passenger is pulling a Titanic style Kate Winslett waving his arms in the air. I half expected to meet this Darwin Awards winner up the road and be scrapping him off the road with my credit card whilst shaking my head trying to convince myself that it was a waste of life.
Why is it that some of these nut jobs hold their and others lives in their own hands with such little regard for their wellbeing. Perth needs more controlled outlets for people to take their ‘toys’ out and to compare them to their friends. Wednesday nights at Kwinana are great for some shits and giggles to find out how fast you can go in a quarter mile but it doesn't teach these nutjobs true driving skills and give them an safe environment where they can race. I’m all for cars and bikes and finding out what they can do but ONLY in a controlled environment. Also, the one thing I’ve noticed out on our streets that these ‘Hoons’ that are so often discussed in our media are not the bike or car enthusiasts that take pride in their vehicles and spend countless $$$’s on them but these carefree imbeciles that think they are invincible and have bikes and cars that are not maintained for the manner in which they are driven.
Vent Over
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Who am I???
Let me preface this post as saying that blogging is new to me and I don’t really know what I want to get out of it. I guess I’ve created this blog as a way to express my feelings and emotions so they are out there rather than being bottled inside.
So Who am I???
I ask myself this almost on a daily basis. I'm a mother, a wife, daughter, sister and aunt and yet I still ponder who I really am and my own self value.
Currently I work from home for our small business one or two days a week and are at disposal of the kids and my hubby. Is this all there is for me in life? When I was younger, BC (before children) and prior to being at SAHM, I use to have a great job organising and assisting in the running of a function centre, I would have intellectual conversations with adults that actually cared for my opinion and advice. People would actually seek me out to assist them with problems they were having. Now it seems that the biggest dilemmas I’m faced with are trying to get strawberry jam out of a uniform that was clean only 10 minutes prior, trying to find a matching pair of socks for my daughter as I’m frantically trying to get her out the door and to school on time and what to have for dinner. It is mundane but at this point in my life it is me. I joined our schools P & C fundraising committee a few weeks ago so I can make a valued contribution to our school and hope to be part of a group who work to make our community a better place. I love to organise events and this was one way that I can get the self satisfaction that I am so desperately needing to feel at the moment.
My adult conversations are now restricted to school mums discussing the trials and tribulations of our children and the random posts on a forum I’m on. I have met some wonderful women on said forum and would dearly love to have these women in my life in a more tangible way where we can have real conversations over a lovely glass of Cab Merlot and a platter Jarlesberg and stuffed peppers whilst we get reasonably inebriated and laugh ourselves silly till our cheeks are sore.
I’ve come to realise that my life are just moments of that drive me mental, are also mundane and at times are pure madness.
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