About Me

Perth, WA, Australia
Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......

Sunday, 23 May 2010

The Sock Void ...

I have just been through my sock basket. Now I know that there has been much said about socks going missing and disappearing into some invisible 'sock void' or indeed transported to another planet completely where they become alive and the whole land is full of them going about their business. But ... seriously, we have an epidemic in our house!

I feel like I am just a go-between for the little critters, crossing over from this life into the next. I can keep my eye on them carefully as I place (ok, throw!) them into the washing machine. One pair of blue, one pair of pink with stripes, one teeny-tiny pair with stars, one pair with ears and googly eyes, check, all accounted for. All safe, all together. Then I make the fatal mistake of walking away and this is where I think it all happens. The minute I turn my back, they, the socks, do their 'void thing' because when I go to put them on the line, the pairs don't match. How can that be? Over and over it happens until I am left with all the odd socks and no pairs.

At least they could go together and not leave their partner. What is the point of just one going?
Maybe in 'sock land' they have mixed marriages or something and being a pair (or identical sock twin) is just plain boring. Every few months I end up throwing a whole heap in the bin and starting all over again and well, it kind of gets expensive, this whole go-between thing.

And for the ones left over in our home and heaven forbid, there is an actual pair still together, the dog is waiting, just waiting for me to drop one so she can whip it in her mouth and leg it outside to maim and destroy.

So anyway, I am off to buy more socks:)

Saturday, 22 May 2010

The Weather Blues ...

It is a horrible, wet and rainy day today. It is also cold. I don't like the cold. I also don't like it when it is blazing hot or steamy or humid. I don't care for windy days either. It messes up my hair and blows leaves everywhere. I'm not keen on overcast days - too gloomy and dull. On the other hand, give me a bright day and the glare is too much! Now this all poses a problem. Basically, I don't like the weather. I have often thought, where can I go to live that will keep me happy all year round and I have yet to come up with a destination. On the whole, I am difficult, I admit. Even some would say, hard to please. True again. So what can I do about all of this? Not much really except be grateful that I don't live in a country that suffers from earth-quakes, tsunami's, hurricanes and other devastating natural disasters. Now that's a humbling thought .... think I will go outside and be grateful for the rain that has watered my garden and the fact that our car has had a lovely rain-water wash :)

A Bit here, A Lot There ...

We are in the midst of moving house. When you think about it, the actual process of removing absolutely EVERY possible thing from your house, including dirt, dust and grime, is a mammoth task. No wonder it is on the list of the top ten most stressful life events. And talking about 'things' I have to share with you about the 'bits and bobs box'. Why is it that whenever you move house (or even when you are actually occupying it) there is always a drawer or box or shelf or plastic bag full of bits. Just bits. Nobody really ever needs them or would miss them should you discard them, but they are kept anyway for the day when we will get around to returning it to its rightful home or owner. You know what I am talking about - the lego pieces, the decapitated dolls leg, elastic bands, rogue pegs, broken necklace, safety pins, nail clippers, 5c coins, hair clips, kid's baby teeth, blue tack and, of course, an alan key (you know the thing that comes with every bit of Ikea furniture) - there is always an alan key, except when you want to use one. I am so often tempted to upend it all in the wheelie bin and visualise the stress melting away as I turn my back on all the stuff. I have even got as far as hovering over the bin, my hand just about to tip it all in and then I hesitate, maybe, just maybe, I will need that extra large, pink, safety pin tomorrow to hold together some very important document that would otherwise be misplaced or lost without it. So I sigh and walk away defeated, that once again, the 'things' have gained control and won.

Friday, 21 May 2010

Domestic Strike ...

Isn't it interesting that kids have no concept of mess - none whatsoever. They are happy to step over their tossed shoes, jammies, last night's dinner crumbs, last week's newspaper, even the dog's poops. And even if they step in the poop they just hop around on one foot for a bit and keep on playing (well my children anyway!!).

I decided the other day that I wouldn't pick up after anybody, only myself, and to see how long it would take before a) I lost one of the children in the rubble; b) we could hear the dog but couldn't locate her; or c) I truly couldn't stand the mess. Guess what, sadly, 'c' won after only a day! The problem was that I found out that 'mess' mutaites. It truly grows culture-like substances that stick to each other at an alarming rate and before you know it your whole house is covered with it. Depressingly I have admitted defeat and now continue with my old ways. I will have to give some thought to another way around this - maybe a house-keeper, not a house-cleaner a house-KEEPER, somebody other than me! You know, the live-in kind, like Alice in the Brady Brunch. Well they had six kids - think that is a fair argument actually. Will work on that one!

Wednesday, 19 May 2010

Soaking in Wee Wee ...

We are in the land of bed-wetting at the moment. Number 4 daughter (and nearly 4 years old!!!) just can't get the hang of emptying her bladder into the toilet and not her nice warm and soft mattress. Last night it was twice in the night (yes twice!). She seems not the least bit concerned that most of her night is spent bathing in urine. The late night trips to the toilet aren't much fun either. At least I don't have to do it, thanks to my other better half. He is so patient, taking the little one to the toilet. Acutally she is more like a wailing, thrashing baby calf, absolutely furious at being woken from her slumber, snarling and snorting like a real pro. Trying to get her to sit on the toilet and produce a trickle takes a lot of paitence that late at night. Especially when she makes her legs go all stiff and they won't bend to sit down. Not quite sure why children do that? Fortunately they grow out of it as they just get too tall and it loses its effectiveness. And so we (the royal 'we') continue the 'dry at night journey'.

Monday, 17 May 2010

Snooze ...

I slept in this morning! I didn't rise until 8.15! In kiddy-land that is like sleeping in till lunch-time. It was quite liberating. I knew I should get up and start my day but, well, I just didn't. I could here all the rabble going on in the lounge room but just shoved my head further under my mound of pillows to block it all out. However upon reluctantly rising, number 3 son had to leave for school just after half 8 and of course he was still in his jammies, no breakfast, no school lunch, no swimming gear, no brushed teeth, combed hair or clean socks without holes and no missing library book found. It was like a mini challenge seeing how fast I could race around the house in my jammies to get him ready. I felt quite proud of myself when I waved him off on time! You know the saying - small things amuse ...........:)

Sunday, 16 May 2010

'Mummy Helper' ...

I just came home from being 'mummy helper' at pre-primary and kindy. I walked straight in the door to make a strong coffee and eat chocolate (dark of course - good for .... iron stores or something). So ..... today my thoughts are on being the little kid's helper at school. My idea of 'mummy helper' is to help my children, interacting with them, doing puzzles and craft that I would never dream of doing with them at home BUT I get put to work on 'fruit duty' and 'cutting duty' and then I had to be part of an obstacle course and man the see-saw. Visions of knocked out teeth kept flashing before my eyes. And my precious two were looking at me with puppy dog eyes because all they wanted was to hold my hand and stand next to me but I was too busy looking after everybody's else's children. Not really what I had in mind, considering I have six of my own 24/7. Babies were being rocked in their pram by number 2 son and as they got louder and louder in their protest of being strapped in and covered over with a thick blanket, number 3 son was looking more and more worried that I would sneak away. Finally I did have to leave (actually one of the teacher's assistants suggested it) and my son promptly burst into tears. Talk about pull on the mummy heart strings. Number 4 daughter wasn't bothered either way whether I stayed or left which I am not sure is good or not?
Anyway ..... I have had quite a full morning really - and it is amazing how far kids can actually get their fingers up their noses for a good old pick (and how many of them do it during 'mat time'. Would shudder to think what that would look like under a microscope!) While we are on the subject of bodily functions, I will just close by saying that there was a lot of passing wind in the classroom as well. It could have even been me at one point, but hey, I just blamed the kids!

Saturday, 15 May 2010

Serene Sundays ...

Sunday 16th May 10. A lovely and relaxing morning - just as Sundays should be. A lie in and potter about my pretty messy and unorganised house. Number 4 child wet the bed, babies one and two, wet and pooed their beds and the laundry was starting to creep up the hallway to meet me before I had finished my first cup of tea for the day. Oh well, deep breath and throw another load in and give my old faithful washing machine a pat for all of the hard work 'she' does! Day in, day out 'she is a trooper'.

And while we are on the subject of domestic appliances - I cannot praise the invention of dishwashers enough!!! What household could do without them these days?? I make mine work hard, really hard. No rinsing or faffing about with mine - everything gets chucked in and not allowed to come out until all shiny and squeeky clean. If something isn't clean I just put in back in again (and again and again) until it is. I think my record is to re-wash something around 5 or 6 times (eggs can be challenging!). Chopping boards on the other hand do need extra attention and tend to pile up in the sink until I can't turn the tap on. Somebody should make a machine that is big enough to place EVERYTHING in and while they are at it, it would be great if it could wash the kids and maybe even help with homework every now and then - there's a thought!

Remainder of the day is to start packing (loathsome chore). We move in two weeks and I have been trying to block all of the impending work from my thoughts (doesn't work though). I had better get out of my jammies and put on my 'packing gear' and maybe I will be able to accomplish one whole box before the next baby feed, or toilet stop, or fire that needs putting out somewhere with somebody ....... ....... and so my day trundles on. Ciao:)

Thursday, 13 May 2010

Welcome & Hello! ...

Well, this is my first ever blog! I am a bit of a late starter and know that the world of blogging has been up and running and thriving for quite some time but it takes me a while to get my head around these things, or maybe I am just scared of technology. Anyway, here I am and here we are. I can't really imagine anybody actually sitting down to read about my days and all they hold but, hey, you never know! This is more for me than anybody to remind myself that what I do each day does actually input into the lives of others (my children, spouse, family, friends) and I am not just existing and going through the motions inside the walls of our suburban home.

So today, 13 May 2010 - just another ordinary day with six children (beautiful and precious of course) and one tiny (but wimpy) Cavoodle dog, who can, at times, be as demanding as the children. Up early, dressing child number 4, making breakfasts (cereal for one, porridge for another, bacon and eggs for yet another, breastmilk for two others .... and then there is me, eating the leftovers ... if I am lucky). Does anybody ever ask themselves what is the point of doing housework and keeping a lovely, organised, neat and clean home, when the second you stop doing all those things they are instantly being undone? Really, why do we bother and stresss about this? It wears women down (me!!). Day after day after day. So .... my beds weren't made today and I sat and had coffee and muffins and girlie talk all morning. Even though my twin babies decided today was not the day to settle or sleep but instead party and socialise and there was weet bix mushed over the floor boards and smelly washing in the laundry and a full line of wet washing outside, I took a deep breath and enjoyed the simple things in life - coffee, food, friends:) There will always be tomorrow ...............