The good ol' days
Dear blog friends
It's been 6 months since I've confided in you. SIX months. Where the hell did time go?
A lot has happened in this time; I attained my PHD in Bio-mechanics. I grew an 4 inches taller and gained two cup sizes. The kids have started behaving nicely towards each other. The huge divide between world famine and the obesity crisis has been diminished and everyone has a healthy body mass index.
So what if I'm full of shit. A girl can dream. A year ago we wouldn't have thought that Donald Trump would be going for president and for that matter, coming dangerously close to winning. Turns out any thing is possible.
What really has been happening? A bit of life really. Kids are growing taller and smarter. Phil and I have been working. I run, he bikes, the girls play. I've noticed even more wrinkles on my rapidly aging face and I think I'm shrinking. Renovations, after school activities, mini holiday get-aways. Celebrating life events with friends. You know. The usual stuff that fills in the hours of the day. What's that? You want to see photos? If you insist.
That sort of sums it up. Hanging with my fam-dam-ily. Dancing with my gals. Photographing others lives. All whilst keeping my house in immaculate order and watching what I eat (Que sarcastic laughter as I bring a can of Jack to my lips). Time has melted away, slipping through my fingers as I simultaneously try to move forward and hold on to what was. My babies are no longer my babies but are still young and finding their way. My work is no longer in the fledgling stage, yet I still have so far to go, so much more to achieve. My body is no longer that of a twenty year old, but I still hold out hope that I'm not too undesirable yet. I find myself frequently switching between reminiscing about my little's being small pudgy bubbas, and imagining a future where they are out on their own, exploring, tasting, experiencing what the world has to offer. It's hard to imagine a time where I won't be the nucleus in their lives, the one that keeps it all together. It's hard to imagine my life when it doesn't revolve around my children, when I can come and go as I please, date my husband without organising a sitter, work a full day without timing it around kids activities. All of this, the life I have created for myself will be a distant memory one day and this is one of the reasons I write. So I can remember, look back before heading forward again. The small moments that when put together create this life, my life. Like Taryn getting gum stuck in her hair when she tried to make a mono-brow with it or finding out she'd worn her othodics on the wrong feet all weekend. Caity waking me at 5am to ask if she could play soccer inside or making her crazy facial expressions while dancing and farting. My friend Soss, showing me the picture of the baby she is growing. Phil sticking his head through the gap in the door at different heights to make me laugh or us curled on the couch watching A million ways to die in the west again. Dressing up before a crazy sweaty messy hair dance night with new and old friends. Beautiful words of gratitude from happy clients. I want to salute to all of these memories, and all of those to come.
I'm going to write more these up coming months. Promise.
xx
PS. This song fits nicely in with my theme of today and I cannot get it out of my head. If you haven't listened yet...enjoy :)
It's been 6 months since I've confided in you. SIX months. Where the hell did time go?
A lot has happened in this time; I attained my PHD in Bio-mechanics. I grew an 4 inches taller and gained two cup sizes. The kids have started behaving nicely towards each other. The huge divide between world famine and the obesity crisis has been diminished and everyone has a healthy body mass index.
So what if I'm full of shit. A girl can dream. A year ago we wouldn't have thought that Donald Trump would be going for president and for that matter, coming dangerously close to winning. Turns out any thing is possible.
What really has been happening? A bit of life really. Kids are growing taller and smarter. Phil and I have been working. I run, he bikes, the girls play. I've noticed even more wrinkles on my rapidly aging face and I think I'm shrinking. Renovations, after school activities, mini holiday get-aways. Celebrating life events with friends. You know. The usual stuff that fills in the hours of the day. What's that? You want to see photos? If you insist.
That sort of sums it up. Hanging with my fam-dam-ily. Dancing with my gals. Photographing others lives. All whilst keeping my house in immaculate order and watching what I eat (Que sarcastic laughter as I bring a can of Jack to my lips). Time has melted away, slipping through my fingers as I simultaneously try to move forward and hold on to what was. My babies are no longer my babies but are still young and finding their way. My work is no longer in the fledgling stage, yet I still have so far to go, so much more to achieve. My body is no longer that of a twenty year old, but I still hold out hope that I'm not too undesirable yet. I find myself frequently switching between reminiscing about my little's being small pudgy bubbas, and imagining a future where they are out on their own, exploring, tasting, experiencing what the world has to offer. It's hard to imagine a time where I won't be the nucleus in their lives, the one that keeps it all together. It's hard to imagine my life when it doesn't revolve around my children, when I can come and go as I please, date my husband without organising a sitter, work a full day without timing it around kids activities. All of this, the life I have created for myself will be a distant memory one day and this is one of the reasons I write. So I can remember, look back before heading forward again. The small moments that when put together create this life, my life. Like Taryn getting gum stuck in her hair when she tried to make a mono-brow with it or finding out she'd worn her othodics on the wrong feet all weekend. Caity waking me at 5am to ask if she could play soccer inside or making her crazy facial expressions while dancing and farting. My friend Soss, showing me the picture of the baby she is growing. Phil sticking his head through the gap in the door at different heights to make me laugh or us curled on the couch watching A million ways to die in the west again. Dressing up before a crazy sweaty messy hair dance night with new and old friends. Beautiful words of gratitude from happy clients. I want to salute to all of these memories, and all of those to come.
I'm going to write more these up coming months. Promise.
xx
PS. This song fits nicely in with my theme of today and I cannot get it out of my head. If you haven't listened yet...enjoy :)
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