Monday, January 31, 2011

Mail time

I am sure most stay-at-home mums are the same, but we tend to stay pretty close to home.  The thought of tackling the shops with 5 children 8 and under gives me a headache - and they are generally pretty good when we go shopping, but my mind just explodes.  I forget things.  I get distracted.  I wander around... then back and forth... and end up getting home and realising I forgot to buy something I went into buy.

I hate shopping.

I love spending, but I hate shopping.

I feel so incredibly blessed to live in the digital age, where I can shop online.

In my PJ's.

While watching Jersey Shore.

While babies are napping.

While kids are happily playing.

I have started doing my groceries online.


I hate shopping.

I have a lovely guy, who brings my groceries right into my KITCHEN!  He places them on the counter, and I put them away!  No trolly to fight with.  No loading, unloading, loading, unloading.  No kids running through a carpark.

And, even better, I stick to my budget.  I know exactly what is in my trolly, and I can clearly see the cheapest/best value {a must with a large family}.

Then... I discovered Etsy.  Holy Cow.

Must. Put. Creditcard. Down.

THEN... I discovered Made-it - even bigger holy cow.

I think I am going nuts buying Camille pretty things.  It is like God said "finally, I give you another girl... go nuts!".

And I go nuts.

Last night, I sat at my computer, along side 300+ other ladies... waiting.   Waiting. WAITING.

Then something CRAZY happened.  A Made-it store opened with only TWENTY gorgeous handmade frilly nappy covers.  300+ ladies hitting refresh.  300+ ladies wanting to get one of these hand-sew pieces of heaven in their hands.

I got one in my trolly... but you have to be fast...

It isn't like in the REAL shops.

Online - Other shoppers can take your goods OUT of your trolly.  Until you have pressed "BUY", people can swipe it.

BUT, I was fast.  Well, I must give credit to our superfast fibre optic internet connection.


I burst out laughing.  Brett thought I was MAD.  Heck, deep down, I think I am MAD.  I get giggles now just thinking about it.

If you don't think this is the sweetest, you are MAD!

Online shopping rocks.

And, my mail man rocks.  He is here early.  My packages are always delivered while I am doing the school run... so when we get home, we can't even get past the front door before the sweet packages are demolished and cardboard is everywhere.

No time to find scissors.  I use my teeth and nails to claw my way in.

Must go and finish my groceries cart so I can have it delivered.


Wednesday, January 12, 2011

A State of Shock

I wrote a post, however I haven't pressed publish as it doesn't seem important right now.  

My home town is under threat as we speak.  

I sit looking at the screen, and words fail me.  

I sit and :blink:


I am in total shock.

I never thought I would see this, and I hope to never see it again in my lifetime.  

I wasn't born when the '74 floods hit.  Brett was 2, and not yet in Australia.

My grandparents lived in Rosalie, in the heart of the city, my whole life.  

50something years.  Maybe it is 60something now...

Growing up, we had a constant reminder of the '74 flood levels.  
A corner shop with the water level marked with a sign that was 1/2 rusted.  
You know, those hanging signs from the CELING of the footpath.

That is how high it got in '74.  

My grandparents house sat the highest on the hill back then.  In the 90's, after my grandfather got ill, they moved from their large house, into a small, manageable house at the bottom of the hill.  

They are saying that the '11 floods will exceed the '74 levels.  
In this case, my grandma's house will go under.  

I am numb.  I have no words.  There is nothing we can do.  Nothing. 

My mum went yesterday to fetch my grandma and bring her back down here.  
1 hour away from her home.  

I can not begin to imagine what this is doing to her.  She would be heartbroken.  She is 84.  She is frail.  Her life is in that house.  I mean, she has only been in this particular house for less than 20 years, but 20 years is a lifetime for some.  And think about her possessions left behind.  

60something years of memories.  

She had to leave heirlooms.  

She had to leave paintings my grandfather painted.  

She had to leave treasures.

I can't imagine the terror going through her mind right now.

And what is the saddest part of it all.  She is one of the BEST off.  

People have already lost EVERYTHING.

People have lost their LIVES!

My home town is literally drowning and I can't do a darn thing.

We wait.  We watch.  We cry.  

Flood levels are supposed to peak... today?   tomorrow?  I don't know anymore.

I do know this.  I cried when she arrived at my house yesterday.  She is alive.  It isn't her time.   I still need more time with her.

My heart is breaking for all those lost.

That is my grandma's house on the left.  That white fence is almost 7foot high!
Photo taken Lunch time Tuesday 11th January 2011

Local shops.  

This is her neighbourhood.  Her house is in the bottom left.
12th Jan 2011

This is Wednesday - see the street that is clearing on the left - the water has come down a metre already.
Right on that line is her garage door - so if the water was a metre up her garage door.... well, you can guess what inside is like. 

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Big D

TV isn't big in our house.  Kids hardly watch it, and Brett and I only have a handful of shows we watch.  We usually watch one hour episode of something per night.  Because of this, we choose what we watch very carefully.

Recently, we were given a series from my folks to watch.  Instantly we became addicted.  It is called "The Big C" and it is about a woman's journey after discovering she has terminal cancer.  It is funny, heavy hearted and raw.  It is also inspiring. 

Watching this show has had me start to think about my bucket list.  I have never really many things on my "to do" list.  I have never had an interest in traveling.  I don't really have the desire to study (well, not for career purposes anyway).  My only real goals in life was to get married and have children.  Check & Check!

That said, I decided to write My Bucket List.  It is harder than I thought.  What is on yours? You know - those things you want to whole-heartedly want to do before you "kick the bucket". 

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Goodbye 2010

I am so very blessed.  I have an ah-may-zing family.  I have a husband that adores me, and don't I know it. I have 5 absolutely gorgeous children, who are the most astonishing creatures.  I love watching them grow into the persons they are to become.  I love guiding them on their journey.  

2010 has been a struggle in so many aspects of our life.  2010 has had some very dark moments.  But we can see the light ahead.  So we said goodbye.  But, unlike most goodbyes, this one was welcomed.  My little family, and some gorgeous friends, celebrated the end of a chapter and more importantly the start of a new one.  As if overnight, something else will begin.  Something. Will. Begin.

We are very blessed to be able to pack up a picnic and head to one of the many local parks on the Coast and enjoy the free entertainment our council provides.

So we picnicked...

We watched the birds (and later bats).
We danced.....

And danced.
We played.
We loved.
We talked.
My heart aches.
And watched the final 2010 sunset.

And we continued as the darkness fell.  Dancing, singing, laughing, crying.  At one stage I was lying on the picnic blanket, looking up at the stars, and all of a sudden, two little boys collapsed beside me for snuggles.  Heaven.

A few weeks ago, amidst the final Christmas present shopping dash, I found some tubes of glow sticks.  20 for $2.  At the time, I had no idea when we would use them, but I HAD to buy them.  I am so glad I did.  These tiny little sticks brought so much joy to my children.  They sat for what seemed like forever, clicking them to glow, connecting them, waving them.  So.  Much.  Fun.  

She had them around her ankles too!

Then, as "midnight" approached (read: 9pm), they started to crash.  Camille was the first, followed Oliver and his little friend Sean.  These three tiny creatures slept soundly while fireworks went off and people blew party trumpets.  They missed it all.

Daddy's strong arms.
Spot the three sleeping heads!
We watched the fireworks through the trees.  People flocked from the park to the waters edge to get a better view, but the view was magic from where we were.  Joshua sat in daddy's lap, Hayden beside, and Lucy in my lap.    My heart beat loudly in my chest.  Bliss.
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