Friday, 9 October 2015

Embracing the 'stay at home mum' title

Man alive. Having a new puppy and a highly strung preschooler was taking its toll. I had a few weeks where I was questioning my decision to be at home. I even had two very tempting (and unsolicited) job offers that didn't help. Thankfully, I diagnosed myself with not-using-my-brain-itis and post puppy blues. I prescribed myself a kick in the slats.

I definitely deserved the kick in the slats. I have been blessed beyond blessed with my wilfil, intelligent, loving, independent miracle baby and I'm getting hung up on the dumbest shit. I start my first Masters papers in November so that'll be the brain in overdrive and Pumpkin was gifted an Adaptil collar at Puppy Preschool so she's calmed down 500%.
And seriously, this little face. Being home is really great for G, myself and moulting Pumpkin. I've stopped saying "I'm a senior teacher taking time out to blah blah..." Now I say "I'm a stay at home mum". A seriously skint one. But skint and happy.

Monday, 24 August 2015

Unleashed poo monster part deux

G is in love love love with Pumpkin and loves nothing better than carrying her around like a hairy dolly. Which I strongly discourage. On the day in question, I told her to pick her up and give her a big cuddle on the step while I discarded of, and bleached my entire laundry in record time.

Unfortunately, Pumpkin actually didn't get ALL the shit, but I'm hip:

Friday, 21 August 2015

ALWAYS leash your dog...a cautionary tale

This is Pumpkin:
G is crazy for animals and I thought maybe when she was 5 I'd get her a cat.  But we happened to meet the Canine Formerly Known As Church And Princess and I bit the bullet. The whole reason I decided to take this time was to enrich my daughter's life. And what better time to train a puppy! Which brings me to Pumpkin's serious skill in shit detection.

She's just had her vaccinations so there's still a 9 day wait until we can walk her. Therefore, she's only allowed in our yard for her toileting (which is going great - so glad I was talked into the crate as a den training!) She cries to be carried up and down the steps as she's so dinky (so endearing!) Pumpkin is also doing terribly well on her lead, even with the Beta:
G and I took Pumpkin out leashless as puppy was desperate this afternoon. Meanwhile, some dirty cat had slunk onto our property and done a stinking turd on the top of a flax in my garden. I'd literally not noticed it but Pumpkin found it. As soon as I saw it [close your eyes, weak of stomach] IN HER MOUTH, and told her to drop it, she took off into the house. Lo and behold, she CAN get up the steps. Worse than taking it in, she drops it then runs back down the steps. Now here is the conundrum - one leashless puppy + one preschooler unsupervised in the ungated garden VS. a shit from an unknown cat in my laundry. I'll tell you how it ends tomorrow,  I desperately need sleep in case I'm up with my fur baby in the night.

Monday, 10 August 2015

First snow experience

We really don't get a lot of snow so when there was a little dusting on the hill up the road from us, we had to check it out.
We didn't stay long, G was freezing. She had plenty of time to craft a snowperson, have a feed of snow and experience the magical effect the cold has on your bladder.

Am I missing work? Not. At. All.

Saturday, 8 August 2015

Head abrasions and pink fish

G and I had a semi stress-free weekend. Aside from a G VS. the corner of a plastic picnic set (see below) incident - thankfully witnessed and treated by nurse Grandmother - it's been beautiful. It's such a huge change of pace not going to work and having all the stress that goes with it, I'm certain it's changing G for the better.

This afternoon, she made 2000 playdough fish, which I had to pretend to eat of course.

Tuesday, 4 August 2015

Insert emoji...

I am not really an emoji type of person, but today I felt so sad when I dropped G off at her kindergarten [insert sad, tearful face].  G is really into the Inside Out movie and I honed the entirety of my drawing skills to draw Bing Bong on her lunchbox note (read: traced from the domino pictured below).  I sat with her while she opened up her lunchbox and proudly showed the kids around her.  Not a single child acknowledged her.  Kindergarten hasn't been great for G (and I won't be going into that now, I am already feeling emoji-nal) and I thought what a lonely place it must be for her.  

Motherhood is the most amazing job in the world, but by God is it an emotional rollercoaster.  You just can't wrap them in cotton wool and send them out in the world because it turns out cotton wool is pretty crap protection.

Love letter

My sweet little girl has always been light footed. Even as a tiny toddler. She creeps around in the morning and does two things I adore: climbs the gate into the lounge and trashes the joint and poos (but not in the toilet.)  Don't think I am a deep sleeper, I am not - she is just stealthy and super quiet. We've had numerous conversations and she says "I'll never, ever do it again. Promise."  And then proceeds to climb, trash and shit. Tonight, I've left her a note.

Post note, 5 August 2015 - all affairs in order.  Poos in correct place, gate requested to be opened.  Get in!

Saturday, 1 August 2015

Give me strength

G has a myriad of playdough toys and implements but I have been reluctant to get it out because it's so blinking messy! Guess what? I have time to muck around cleaning it up so she had a good sesh this evening and my stress levels were like 1/10. I love that 100 times a day I'm reminded I made a good choice for my girl. Also, I'm not stressing about it being Sunday aka planning-all-day day.

Thursday, 23 July 2015

Take time to smell the toe-ses

G lay on the couch this morning and requested a foot massage. It's seriously amazing having time to do such a simple thing in the morning. Shame her foot massage skills are not yet honed...

Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Domestic Goddess-ing

I just had my final pay this week and it's a bit scary to think that's it money wise until I find something I can do around G. Still no regrets though!

G and I have been blitzing the house. Changing rooms around, scrubbing skirting boards and filling up bags for the Salvation Army. It's been so great to do these boring domestic duties while not feeling like I'm 'wasting' our precious time together. G has been so great getting involved too. Every day, I'm realising more and more just how much I missed out on while I was at work.

As a side note, it turns out my fussy girl will eat anything she contributes to the cooking of. Yeeessss!

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

Take time to smell the rabbits

It is literally our third day of being stay at home girls.  We haven't done much staying at home, which is ok.  It's freezing cold but that's why we have wool.

We spent some time at a local nature park and G had a fine time playing with (and attempting to kiss) some rabbits.  I definitely do not share her deep love of all creatures great and small (a woodlouse is "sooo cute", don't you know!) but I can see her caring side really developing.  Perhaps she'll grow up to be a vet.  Or work anywhere other than an abattoir really...

Saturday, 4 July 2015

Decisions, decisions...

There were so many factors in my decision to ditch a really well paid position which was exactly where I wanted to be in my career.  There were about 100 reasons AT work to leave but one big reason NOT at work - Miss G.  

As of 2 July 2015, I am unemployed.  I have enrolled in two Masters courses (to avoid that dreaded gap in the old CV) but I am really excited about focusing on being a mum.  A proper mum who doesn't have so much on her mind about school that the number one person in her life dips out.

So, G, here we go...