Very little is left over come the end of the parenting day nor has there been little gaps for me to type up a blog post to share in between the daily chores and responsibilities. I fear it's a slippery decent now as we descend into Christmas. I feels like we're celebrating Christmas earlier and earlier, am I wrong? Regardless we're pretty delighted about it in this house hold. I'm a Christmas tragic from way back yonder year.
Emotions have been frayed here. All of us seem to be experiencing some kind of emotional battle and so when we collide with one another it's like firecrackers being lit. Can we blame it on a full moon or renegade or something? I ride my own anxiety rollarcoster ride as I try and hold it together whilst someone melts down and challenges me but invariably I eventually crack too. It's a defeating place to dwell in when it's like that because they're the child, ya know. I'm hopeful I will grow up and start being the adult sometime soon.
A visit to my favourite whole foods store to stock up on some organic goodness is always a good pick me up. I say this over and over, there is nothing that pleases me more than a good whole foods store. They might as well siphon my money right out of credit balance right now.
Having visitors is always a favourite thing of ours. We do like people and a day of paper aeroplane flying competitions with cousins turned out to be a complete riot recently!
You know what I miss as a mum of three? There is just not enough time to op shop anymore (or shop full stop)! I just can't hack running in and out of the shop chasing my two year old Huidini try hard or face the inevitable tantrums (if you can't already tell he's broken me this one). It's been a blow to my soul giving it up but on occasion I manage to sneak a quickie and find something that gives me a treasure fix. Recently I found this vintage Construction Set.
I have a keen builder on my hands. He will stack anything so this set was intriguing and captivating for him and only $1! Cheapest hobby going around, I say.
On the weekend we escaped to a friends house nestled in the bush for some time by a giant bonfire. The kids were happy in their little people bubble and roamed the seemingly endless paddocks to their hearts were content. When I see this kind of freedom and care free demeanours I get a pressing idea about having a bush-change. The country is still in me. I daydream about it. Chooks and veggie patches and dirt laced kids climbing up trees, all of that, and then I am instantly repelled by one singular thought that is a very real possibility. SNAKES. Then the daydream is over.
So we'll be happy to just visit all the country folk for now.