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Three yucky weeks

The past three weeks has brought with it a series of episodes that I’d much rather forget.


To those who emailed, thank you so very much for your concern.  I’d heard about the caring nature of the blogging community but never gave it much thought, that is, until I started to receive messages from a few of you. 

It meant the world and it restored my faith in the fact that blogging is, indeed, good for the spirit.  Something I need to keep doing.

Blogging = Soul Food.


So here’s the lowdown on my issues of late:


Issue 1 – My new friend

I have tried to contact her but to no avail. I sent an SMS to meet up and she replied that she was sick.  I rang her on another afternoon but she was preparing tea and didn’t call back.  My intuition tells me that if it isn’t the pressures of the silly season, then she’s not interested in pursuing a friendship.  I will try once again, (I don’t quit easily) but that will be my last attempt. 



Issue 2 – My health

Two scans, two specialists, 450 dollars and a blood test later, I’ve been given the all clear. 

Thank God.

There is a cyst on my ovary but it isn’t as angry as first anticipated.

Complex but benign. 

Magical words.

I need to return in ten months, (I don’t know why it’s ten months), for a follow up scan but thus far, I have a clean bill of health.

As I said, Thank God.



This cyst business made me question a few things and leading up to the school holidays, I can say that changes are nigh.


Slowing Down

 Cliché alert:  I need to take care of myself so I can take better care of my husband and my kids.


Every Mum I know feels compelled to cram as much as possible into every day; activities, chores and appointments combined with endless amounts of driving, not to mention, job commitments. 


For the foreseeable future, (the school holidays, that is and hopefully beyond), I will do less.


I plan on relaxing and enjoying life and my family more than I have of late.


The Pacific Islander kids at my school say, YOLO quite a lot. 

Google tells me this means, You Only Live Once.


 So fingers crossed that this post spells the end to a yucky three weeks. 

 Onwards and upwards.


 Robomum X

A little bit of help

I chucked a sickie today.

Admittedly, I woke up with a shocking headache.  I couldn’t get it together for long enough to even get dressed.  So I called in sick, took two Panadol and went straight back to bed.

An hour and a half later, on my second attempt at waking up, I felt like a million bucks. Headache gone.  You Little Ripper!

On Fridays, Mum looks after my kids while I go to work.  She arrives early and spends the whole day here, at my place.  On Fridays, I often return home to happily exhausted kidlets and a pot of dinner bubbling away on the stove.   Sometimes she’ll run a quick vacuum, or fold a basket of washing.

My kids adore their Grandmother and love her visits.  My mum is gold.  I don’t know how she does it but this weekly gift she gives me and my family is priceless.

Today, as usual, she was here right on time.

She fed the kids breakfast before the fun started.  All morning, I could hear squeals of laughter, silly stories and lots of songs.  The TV and tablet were off but the imagination was in overdrive.  Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing my kids a disservice with all the technology they access but more on that in another post.

For my kids, Fridays are obviously all about talking teddy bears and going outside to play in the garden.  Good old-fashioned Grandma FUN.

Mum being here today and my not-so-sickie-after-all, allowed me to get to two things I hate doing.  Packing away clean laundry and cleaning up the little area where we dump backpacks, handbags, shoes and jackets.

Now they’re done!

I even got to shower and blow dry my hair without interruption.

4.30pm and I’m sitting on the lounge.  The kids are playing with their toys on the rug.  I feel pretty good right now.  Invigorated, uncluttered.   Ready to tackle the weekend of birthday parties, swimming lessons and grocery shopping.

A little bit of help goes a very long way in Mumhood.

God bless Mental Health Days but more importantly, God bless our Mums.

Thanks Mum.  I love you.  X