Sunday, April 3, 2011

Knee's, Grass & Life going FAST!

This week has been full on.  I have had so much to do and no time to do it.  Things that I keep putting off... well, they could no longer be put off.  Eventually they drive me insane, and I go on a rampage to get it all done.   I hate the washing piling up, I hate seeing the oven's grease get thicker and thicker.  I hate the feeling I get when I walk past something that needs to be done.  It eats at me until it is done.

But the truth is, I am only one person.

Against 5... sometimes 6 others.

I try my hardest not to let these little things get to me, but there is only so many times I can pick up a wet bathmat that my husband has left on the floor, again, before I "loose" it.

I know I shouldn't, but I do.

This is a side of me I absolutely HATE.

More than words.

It is just a bathmat.


Why is it so hard?

I love that I am house proud.  I love the feeling I have, when I have a lovely home to enjoy... but it is bloody hard work and when I struggle, I crumble.

I want to be able to let things go, but on the other hand... if I let it go, it eventually catches up with me, and then it is even harder to catch up.

I am working on finding the balance between letting things go and enjoying the moment, and the mundane tasks that come with being a wife and a mother.


If you have been reading my blog for a while, you would already know that Sunday's are our "Family Day".  We try to "mix it up, keep it real" as my hubby says.

The kids have been asking us to take them to the local skate park for a while.  So this morning, we decided to pack up the car early, swing by the local bakery for fresh croissants and chocolate milks and have a breakfast picnic.


Fresh croissants that were soft and fluffy, requiring no toasting or jam.
Yummy, just they way they were!

Autumn sunlight, dappling through the trees.  I took a moment to soak it up,
and ran my eyes up the beautiful gum tree, exploring the colours and textures. 
Camille's love affair with the grass continues...

There is something really peaceful about a picnic rug, a baby and a clear schedule!  Camille is no longer happy on her back.  Within seconds she is on her tummy, eager to explore.  Not quite crawling, she gets frustrated when things are just out of reach.

I just love that Oliver follows his big siblings wherever they go.  Never wanting to miss out.  He is far too grown up for his own good.   I have to remind myself on a daily basis that he is only 2!  27 months to be exact!  This is where they chose to eat their croissants and drink their milks.  Not on the comfy picnic rug, but up the top of a concrete bowl.   And it was good!

Little Boy - Big World!
Lucy's weird obsession with wearing her hat under her helmet!

A stack to remind you that they are going to fall.
He cried,  but I was proud that he got straight back up again.

Happy Sunday Everyone.  Remember to put your dancing shoes on - these little babies cost me $2... SCORE!!!

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1 comment:

  1. We all lose it sometimes, and with 5 kids you wouldn't be human if you stayed in control all the time. Lovely photos, looks like you had lots of fun. Visiting you from Aussie Mummy Bloggers.


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