15 Marbles

The girls are playing Basketball now. So much fun! Ms.An is on the Under8s Team and Ms.A is on the Under12s.

Its amazing how much they have already improved in the 3 weeks, that we have been there. On the first training night, Ms.An was the only one, that didn’t know how to dribble. And if I am perfectly honest, I was disappointed. I thought, this was a mistake, I should’ve atleast done a trial class before signing up, ordering uniforms etc. SP was a bit antsy too.  But, here’s the thing – MsAn couldn’t care less that she was the only one that couldn’t dribble. She couldn’t care less that she was tinier than the other girls, or that some of them were able to shoot baskets( Some of them have been playing for 6 months or longer) All she cared about was how much fun it was and that she had her own Basketball.

As for MsA, she was so nervous on the first training night, she didn’t even want to go, she said her tummy was sore. We still went – I , all but threatened her, reminded her of the money spent, anyway, we got there and halfway, through the training session, she came running to me and said,” Mumma, do you think we can sign up for the next season also? Because I am having sooo much fun!”

And that’s how it started..we are part of a team now – the girls love it..we are getting to know other parents and realising slowly that everyone is in the same boat, all the new girls and their parents.I am learning how the scoring works, what’s allowed and what’s not 🙂

Here’s to more fun times ahead 🙂

Its been so long since I wrote anything here, I don’t even know where to begin, how to begin..

So, let me start with the most exciting bit..My little baby, my MsAn turned 5!Yes, time has flown and my little miss will be starting school next year. She is now enrolled in the same school as MsA and wants to start going there, already! Oh my Gosh, I love looking at her excited  face, when anyone asks her ‘who is going to school next year?’ 

Speaking of school, SP has finished School too and will be graduating from B-school next month. 

And whilst on the subject of schools, MsA loves her school too, she just hates a new person, every week, at school and that person ‘ ruins ‘ her life and day!!! #joysofbeinga9yearold 

As for me, I am trying to master the art of solo-parenting as fast as I  can. SP has been travelling during the week since the end of July and I am still getting used to it. Doing double drop offs before work is what tires me the most… actually I  lie… its the waking up half an hour earlier than usual – that’s what tires me most. Other than that, its business as usual. 

Oh! We celebrated Book Week last week and the girls dressed up as’ Cat in the Hat’ from Dr.Suess. I had so much fun putting their costumes, together ☺

I leave you with a pic of my Cats …

xx

Trish 

Hello World,

I am here again, after a long gap. Wonder if anyone is still reading? Oh well! I have time to write today and write, I will!

So..o.. exactly two days before I wrote my last post, I had submitted a job application – you know the kind where almost all your skill-sets match, but you not a 100%. Yes, one of those – so, I submitted the application, said a prayer and forgot about it. A couple of days later, I got a call for the interview. OMG!! To say that I was excited will be an understatement!! So, I went for the interview and guess what? I GOT the job! The next couple of days went too quickly. I served my notice period and was ready to start at the new place.

Even though, I have been working for the last 4 years and a bit, but a typical work day for me was  3-4 hours long. I would drop the kids to school/child-care and then go to work. I would finish work,  grab lunch/ coffee, do a quick grocery run and then pick up the kids and return home, all within 7-8 hours. And I did this twice a week,sometime 3 times. When I picked up a second job, some weeks were very busy, with me doing 8 hour shifts on my ‘off ‘ days, but it wasn’t consistent.

With the new job, I am at work for 9 hours, including breaks. We are out of the house for nearly 10 hours .I start early – earlier than SP, earlier than MsA and I have to wake up early(that’s the only thing that I don’t like)!! SP was dropping the girls, when I first started and then, one day, I had to drop Ms.An because she was super-clingy and we walked in, as they were serving breakfast. Since, then, I have been dropping her off. So, anyway..I am loving the new job, but the house is a mess, the car is a mess, the laundry barely gets done on time. I try and plan our meals, ranging from hardwork – fun – one pot, in that order, as the week progresses. But, I have near zero energy and no patience when I get back home. So, its in everyone’s best interest that our tummies are filled and everyone is in bed, at the earliest. Its a huge balancing act but we are all still alive 🙂

I read this post today and it felt like The Mummy Code was talking about me! Only she was brave enough to share the pics of her messy car..I am still not that brave 😀

I just realised, almost every single one of my post in this year has been, when I was sick and in bed .. not a good sign. I’ve been sick, last couple of days – cold – asthma – flu – asthma and I am ready for a break, ready to be able to breathe comfortably and to be able to talk without huffing and puffing or sounding like I swallowed a toad. But, in between sipping copious amounts of tea, feeding the kids( who are both flu-ey), helping them bake some banana bread and cleaning up for the cleaner( what?? You mean, you don’t clean up before your cleaner comes in ? 😛 ),  I managed to churn out a blogpost..So, it’s not such a bad thing, after all.

I’ll come back and write more mundane stuff, when I am better 🙂

Blogging in your head doesn’t count ..No, it doesn’t..You can’t go back and read your thoughts 🙂
I have written quite a few blogposts in my head in the last few days, but they are lost somewhere, in the mist that is otherwise known as my grey cells.
Like the other day, a few weeks back actually a month back( OMG!! I can’t believe its been a month since I came back from India!), when I came back from India, we were still jet-lagged..atleast, Ms.An and I were. Ms.A trained her body back to Melbourne time. She slept in the first day, and set alarms from the very next day- alarms for waking up as usual and for bed-time etc. Yes! She is super-organised.
ME? Well, I will not lie. I struggled. I struggled big time! We arrived on Thursday night and I went back to work on Monday, but I was like a Zombie for almost 10 days.
So, anyway, the day that I was talking about..We dropped Ms.A to school and were home by 8:30am. I decided that we were going to go back to bed. But, Ms.An decided that she was hungry. So, we had breakfast and I decided again that we were going to go back to bed. And Ms.An decided that she wanted to go poop and that she needed to share her worldly wisdom with me. Poop done, I decided again that we were going back to bed, but Ms.An wanted me to read her a story and then play with her animals..I ignored her, rolled over and pretended to sleep. But, she continued talking, poking me awake and what not. Finally, I gave up and sat up to do all that she wanted me to.
To say, I was grumpy, will be an understatement.
Finally, it was time to go pick up Ms.A from school and guess what? Ms.An fell asleep! And if you have ever had to wake up a sleeping child, you will know what I am talking about. If you don’t know what I am talking about, I will tell you in four simple words : All Hell Broke Lose! Somehow, MsA was picked up, we arrived home and a shattered grumpy child and a grumpier mum went to bed and we were awake for yet another night .

Anyway, all that talking about naps, is making me sleepy.I am off to take a Sunday snooze.
More later,
T