The Weekend Prize

It's the Weekend!

Yay!!!

I love the weekend now. I remember when I was an at home mum, doing my partner's accounts and raising the kid/stepkids with him. I didn't realise how lucky I was.

Don't get me wrong, stay at home mums work their butt off. I was always doing something, either in the house or in the garden. I even used to make fancy birthday cakes! What a domestic goddess.

I really loved it, I loved the whole nurturing thing, the ability to be creative and organise my own time. The only person I had to answer to was the Unfaithful One, who was always appreciative of my efforts, and would praise me publicly all the time. Probably the reason I stayed with him for so long!

But now I'm working in the real world, 8am-5pm, Monday to Friday, the weekend has regained it's value. At first I was seriously resentful of the demands work made of me, I kept saying how unfair it was that I didn't have enough time in the week to do everything I wanted to.

It took me about 12 months to realise that maybe my priorities were the problem, not the work I had to do in order to finance my life. Being a domestic goddess and the best cake baking mum in the school year were maybe NOT the most important things in my life. Maybe that wasn't what my child was going to remember when she looked back on the happy moments of her childhood. Maybe she would remember the ranting, raving, lunatic mother who was running around trying to make everything perfect as a BAD thing. In hindsight, I realised that I was making myself miserable and in turn making my daughter miserable trying to create something that wasn't real.

So I let go. And in letting go, I've discovered the good things about working. And one of them is the precious weekend and public holidays. Aussie's love public holidays, almost as much as we love having a sickie. Which is another thing that I found again! There's something special about ripping off the boss. Kind of like posting on your blog on a quiet Friday afternoon before opening the social club bar for knock off drinks.

Can you see how working adds so much value to my life?

New Adventures

I'm the mother of a 15 year old. Weird.

She's taller than me, has bigger feet than me & pinches my bra. Because mine are prettier than hers. I've always brought her boring old cotton ones as I believe strongly kids should be kids, not sexualised but I think I'm coming to the point where I'm going to have to recognise that she might not be a little girl anymore (sigh).

It's not that I mind getting older, I reckon I'm like a fine wine, I get better with age, more confident and comfortable in my own skin. It's just that I only have one child. I've got a few stepsons from a previous relationship, who I love dearly, but only one little girl & she's not that anymore.

I'm just a little bit sad, in another 5 years she'll be gone. She's already distancing herself socially, I don't see her all day Sunday, she works 2 nights a week collecting trolleys for Woolworths and with all the other things she does I only cook dinner about 3 times a week, the rest of the time is leftovers or takeaway. Great in a way, I get time to sit in the hammock & read a good book with a glass of wine and so on but still kind of sad.

On the other hand, I really can start to plan the rest of my life. My 20's were filled with caring for my mum who had diabetes and kidney failure, The Monster as a baby & my ex-partner's kids, house, business & ex-wife (hmmm, another story), my 30's with the mega break-up and sea-change move up north, establishing myself once again. Now my little girl is establishing her independence, I can be a little bit selfish and start doing things just for ME!

I'm starting by having a HUGE 40^th birthday next year, hiring a private house on it's own beach over on the island & inviting lots of people to party for the entire weekend. It will be expensive, it will be stupid and it will be filled with lots of alcohol etc. And maybe a BBQ here & there to soak up all the alcohol & etc. It will be like an 18^th without having to behave in front of Nan. As a matter of fact, the oldest person there will be 45yrs old, so there won't be any oldies telling us it's about time to grow up. I'm personally using it as a spring board to regress. Whoo Hoo!!!!!

So bugger off sadness, it's time to start another adventure!

Please be Gentle

I just had a look at my past blogs, now that I've posted a whole 7 posts on my blog.

Man, you would never think I work in administration, that editing is shocking!

All I can say is it's my first time. Please be gentle. I'll try harder next time, I promise.

Mud Bug

We have a new toy!

And what a toy!!

It's really a beautician's tool, used for mudbaths and vibrating all that cellulite off while doing doughnuts in the mud.

Oh, and also decorating all other dirt bikes and buggies that are brave enough to come close

Any other suggestions?