tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21316477666662678142024-03-05T06:05:00.165-08:00A penniless jauntOn 2 July, I finished my job as an Assistant Principal. To do what? Be the mum I always wanted to be for the 18 months that I have left with my baby before she starts school. This blog is a record of my penniless jaunt as a home executive - my new job title.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519346109532813590noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2131647766666267814.post-12824973339860337412016-11-29T02:10:00.003-08:002016-11-29T02:10:35.239-08:00Greatest. Blogger. Ever.Man alive, I suck as a blogger. G starts school in two days...I didn't really blog our 18 months together terribly well. But in conclusion:<br />
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I suppose this ends the tiring challenge of thinking of things to blog about once every 8 months. It really has been a great experience being off with G, and I am very proud to say I passed all my M.Ed papers. I am so happy I had the opportunity to take 18 months off to spend with my big baby. Here's hoping I can do that again with number 2 - PhD maybe? I wouldn't recommend looking out for regular blog entries if I do, we all know that's as likely as me enjoying any John Mayer song. Over and out. x<br /><br /></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519346109532813590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2131647766666267814.post-87770792417130839762016-04-10T07:07:00.002-07:002016-04-10T07:07:46.589-07:00Attack of the slacksThis past six month period has been so hectic. Sooo much has happened and I had completely forgotten to update on the fun of being a poor, but fun, mum. I guess on the theme of being poor, I just changed banks. That's of virtually no consequence, but it's a really pathetic segue to the donkey G drew while we sat there. She did NOT get her drawing skillz from me:<br />
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G is now 4 1/2. We have visited two schools, but not quite sure as to which yet. I have the amazing dilemma of both schools being incredible. Her development amazes me daily, and while she has the most enormous <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tantrum">tantys</a> you ever did see, her communication skills are unreal. Just yesterday, she told me "I have a <u>brilliant</u> idea", and asked me to write in her buddy's card "you are a <u>delightful</u> friend". Of course, I adore her despite the tantys! G recently went to her cousin's superhero birthday party as Super Lady. Super Lady has soap in her bracelet and she can wash germs off your hands. Handy.<br />
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I am LOVING my studies. It is amazing, and totally got my brain on the go. I think I needed that. And I am way smarter than I was when I did Masters papers 15 years ago...toot toot (that's me blowing my own trumpet like a giant wanker).</div>
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I also donated some eggs last month (which coincided with my mum having a <a href="http://www.stroke.org.nz/mini-strokes-tias">TIA</a>. Timing 1, me 0). You don't get paid to donate eggs in New Zealand and there are a lot of ethical implications, but I know this was the right thing for me to do as infertility sucks. The whole daily blood test/scan/self injecting was quite overwhelming at times, and the stress of waiting to see how many follicles were ready...and then how many were viable, how many fertilised, and how many made it to day 5 was full on. Anyway, five embryos made it to day 5. After weeks of daily calls from Fertility Associates and the numerous text messages from my friend, it's all gone quiet. The logical part of my brain knows that is the completely normal chain of events, but another part of my brain feels a bit sad that my part is all over. Anyway, here is the embryo that was implanted in my friend. Isn't she beautiful?</div>
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So in long (as opposed to short), we are still having a ball. I am totally out of love with being broke, but I'll be back at work in January and I knew this is what it would be like. Because how couldn't you love the <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083564/">Annie</a> soundtrack, here is G trying to sing me to sleep with a 'Maybe' serenade, combined with a head massage. If I hadn't been recording it, it totally would have worked. On that note...goodnight!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519346109532813590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2131647766666267814.post-60674610073433898132015-10-09T03:33:00.000-07:002015-10-09T03:39:22.586-07:00Embracing the 'stay at home mum' titleMan 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.<br />
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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 <a href="http://www.adaptil.com/nz/Adaptil/Adaptil-Collar">Adaptil</a> collar at Puppy Preschool so she's calmed down 500%.<br />
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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.</div>
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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.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519346109532813590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2131647766666267814.post-46655330914707310952015-08-08T23:04:00.002-07:002015-08-08T23:04:34.630-07:00Head abrasions and pink fishG 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.<br />
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This afternoon, she made 2000 playdough fish, which I had to pretend to eat of course.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519346109532813590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2131647766666267814.post-9822075185527033082015-08-04T16:56:00.003-07:002015-08-04T16:57:26.905-07:00Insert emoji...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519346109532813590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2131647766666267814.post-70228190584506348292015-08-04T05:46:00.003-07:002015-08-05T04:36:35.773-07:00Love letterMy 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.<br />
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<i>Post note, 5 August 2015 - all affairs in order. Poos in correct place, gate requested to be opened. Get in!</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519346109532813590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2131647766666267814.post-27861780494822193002015-08-01T23:38:00.000-07:002015-08-04T16:42:54.644-07:00Give me strengthG 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.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519346109532813590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2131647766666267814.post-10707109072920021592015-07-23T13:32:00.002-07:002015-08-04T16:42:41.924-07:00Take time to smell the toe-sesG 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...<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519346109532813590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2131647766666267814.post-72207802855789512802015-07-22T05:37:00.000-07:002015-08-04T16:42:27.365-07:00Domestic Goddess-ingI 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!<br />
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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.<br />
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As a side note, it turns out my fussy girl will eat anything she contributes to the cooking of. Yeeessss!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519346109532813590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2131647766666267814.post-23646559692795535902015-07-08T02:50:00.002-07:002015-08-04T16:41:58.773-07:00Take time to smell the rabbitsIt 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.<br />
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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...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05519346109532813590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2131647766666267814.post-7808238489550092782015-07-04T05:43:00.001-07:002015-08-04T16:41:44.101-07:00Decisions, decisions...<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">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. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">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.<br /><br />So, G, here we go...</span><br />
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