My house is a mess but at least I wrote this blog.
Sometimes I find the world a tad overwhelming. I look at the problems that happen around the globe and in our own region and I find myself taking cover, ducking my head and hiding from the issues that so many face. I'm bombarded with terrible things happening to good people - and I don't even watch the news. I say to myself, "I just can't deal with that" and shut it off. I truly have to hand it to the ones who put their hands up and try to deal with the aftermath of a poisonous event - the social workers, the cops, the rescue staff, the nurses and doctors, the aid workers. They are all better people than I. They are everyday heroes and we need them to keep the world from going crazy.
I try to teach my girls how lucky we are. How so far, we've been blessed. They love going through this book I have - Where children sleep. We talk about how little some have, or what they have to do to survive. I try not to sugar coat things, but at the same time I'd like to protect them from the horrors that are out there. It's a balancing act, like most things I guess. You want the best for them, you love them more than life. The thought of them going through any sort of heart ache is too hard. But at the same time you don't want to wrap them in wool and shield them from seeing the fact that sometimes life isn't fair. Because for some people, it isn't.
How do you move past it? My answer is to hide from it. I see it. Take it in. Accept that it just plain sucks and then move on to something more palatable. I don't think that it's the right answer, but it's all I can do at the moment. Even now, I'm very aware of the fact that this post is such a bummer that I want to move on to the many positive things that I've got to say. Is that cool with you? Too bad if it isn't because I've already shifted into the head buried in sand stage.
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Cue an assortment of random, loosely linked stories.
Taryn has been begging me to stop on our way into town so we can pick up rubbish from the side of the road. Girl is a greenie already and I couldn't be more proud.
These days I'm asked a gazillion questions on the 7 minute drive to school. Do tigers lay babies? Are lions nice to people? What does tolerant mean? I spend the entire time fielding questions, answering the ones that I can and fumbling my way through the ones that are a little more tricky to give an answer that a five year old can understand. They are filling in the blanks for all that they don't know yet and their source of knowledge is on hand to answer whatever they ask.
If only we adults had a way to find out information that we wanted to know. Oh wait. There are smart phones and google. Yep. That'll do it.
This mothers day was full of happiness for me. I felt good.
Despite waking and feeling like I was still a bit inebriated from the night before, I donned on mums running shoes, put on my new red tee and joined a couple of hundred other women in the mothers day classic fun run. Five kms of running in the sun, sweating out alcoholic fumes and sucking back poweraid. Hang overs and running don't mix. At least my knee held up.
The afternoon involved a family bike / scooter ride out under the glorious clear blue skies. I was riding Taryn's scooter and it is freaking fun. I had to catch up to T a few times so I got to scooter my little heart out. I was like the wind man. Like the wind.
I love being a big kid.
Until next time friends. I have a bed time song to sing.
I try to teach my girls how lucky we are. How so far, we've been blessed. They love going through this book I have - Where children sleep. We talk about how little some have, or what they have to do to survive. I try not to sugar coat things, but at the same time I'd like to protect them from the horrors that are out there. It's a balancing act, like most things I guess. You want the best for them, you love them more than life. The thought of them going through any sort of heart ache is too hard. But at the same time you don't want to wrap them in wool and shield them from seeing the fact that sometimes life isn't fair. Because for some people, it isn't.
How do you move past it? My answer is to hide from it. I see it. Take it in. Accept that it just plain sucks and then move on to something more palatable. I don't think that it's the right answer, but it's all I can do at the moment. Even now, I'm very aware of the fact that this post is such a bummer that I want to move on to the many positive things that I've got to say. Is that cool with you? Too bad if it isn't because I've already shifted into the head buried in sand stage.
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Cue an assortment of random, loosely linked stories.
Taryn has been begging me to stop on our way into town so we can pick up rubbish from the side of the road. Girl is a greenie already and I couldn't be more proud.
These days I'm asked a gazillion questions on the 7 minute drive to school. Do tigers lay babies? Are lions nice to people? What does tolerant mean? I spend the entire time fielding questions, answering the ones that I can and fumbling my way through the ones that are a little more tricky to give an answer that a five year old can understand. They are filling in the blanks for all that they don't know yet and their source of knowledge is on hand to answer whatever they ask.
If only we adults had a way to find out information that we wanted to know. Oh wait. There are smart phones and google. Yep. That'll do it.
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This mothers day was full of happiness for me. I felt good.
Despite waking and feeling like I was still a bit inebriated from the night before, I donned on mums running shoes, put on my new red tee and joined a couple of hundred other women in the mothers day classic fun run. Five kms of running in the sun, sweating out alcoholic fumes and sucking back poweraid. Hang overs and running don't mix. At least my knee held up.
The afternoon involved a family bike / scooter ride out under the glorious clear blue skies. I was riding Taryn's scooter and it is freaking fun. I had to catch up to T a few times so I got to scooter my little heart out. I was like the wind man. Like the wind.
I love being a big kid.
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| The night before. Here's to new friends and school uniforms. |
I was completely spoiled this mothers day by my hubby. (Rightly so I might add.)
I love day's where I get to be lazy and call the shots. May there be many more of them! Mothers work bloody hard, and I take this one day a year that we get and I run with it.
Speaking of mothers day - A shout out to my olds. They both rock and I love them a whole bunch. Having sprogs really makes you appreciate your parents even more so. I mean come on. Free babysitters!
Some other photos I'd like to share before I call it quits.
Until next time friends. I have a bed time song to sing.
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