I often think of topics to write about, as if there were endless topics. Fact is there are endless things to write about, I just fear most are bland.
I don’t go out much and like most stereotypical writers, given the chance, you would find me hunched over a vintage typewriter, in the center of a white room talking to myself.
“Yes the world does revolve around me” I would say, staring into the vortex of nothingness you call a wall.
Walls are pretty boring without art, or maybe they aren’t because you have an amazing imagination and you can picture anything on your wall.
Unlike me, my imagination is broken.
Oh crap, I need another coffee
A few months ago mittens kittens and I went to the movies with our partners to see trance. I wondered how long a blog post about finding the perfect seat at the movies could be, and we discussed it briefly. But since then I have always wondered if picking the right seat is really important or not.
Everytime I go to the movies I am very particular about my seat, unless others pick the area we sit in, I just give in and trust their judgment. It is usually pretty good. Sometimes they pick shocking seats. Is it just me who needs to sit in almost the same seat everytime?
I think I have a few stupid OCD things, this being one of them. My partner and I were on the bus the other day, and I explained to him that I freak out if I dont know where the bus is going. Like if I know where it ends up and I have been on it many times before that, it doesn’t matter, because if it goes past my usual stop, I freak out that its going a different way even though I know it will end up in the end. I hate it.
But its like that if I am seeing a movie with just my partner. I don’t want to miss anything at all. I hate needing to go to the toilet because if this also. I don’t like having to miss details and I don’t like not knowing at all.
When I walk in I see where everyone has chosen to sit, and I look at the angle they are sitting. I check the seat and see how close I will be, if I’m too close I move back, if I’m too far I move forward. If the seat is messy I don’t sit there.
Is this just me?
How important is it for you to pick the right seat at the movies?
While sitting in the waiting room at the hospital (I’ve been sitting here for well over an hour now) I noticed everyone staring at me as my youngest was bawling his poor little eyes out. I had to bounce him, pat his back and settle him to sleep. I was stressed at this moment for two reasons, my baby was upset, but so was everyone else in the hospital. Like its such a burden on everyone else, that they are stuck listening to my child cry, they even have to make me feel so uncomfortable by watching me try and settle him. As if they were timing me.
It began to make me wonder though, why do people do the things they do. Right now my partner is causing a stir with our eldest, playing and laughing, he is screaming with joy and sharing treats and tissues. It is excused because he is having fun and the youngest finally went to sleep, he is sleeping on me, in this hospital while there is coughing and splattering all around us… He doesn’t wake up, or stare at the sick people as they stared at us just before.
I wonder should I have have to feel as though I am settling him for the peace of mind of others?
Is it really ok for people to make mothers with crying children more uncomfortable than they already are?
Is it really that agonising for you to hear a baby crying in pain?
I wonder, if it is my sudden need for forgiveness from these strangers… if it is the reasoning behind half of the stress that comes with taking your children out.
People have a constant fear of not fitting it, we really want to impress strangers because we assume strangers are judging us all the time. Fact is we don’t know and the fear of not knowing something is just as hard as finding out the truth about something. We fear we aren’t good enough, to the point where some people won’t go outside because of a bad hair day and a lot of people sit behind their computer screens, just as I am now, except they live their whole lives through their virtual world.
What are your thoughts?
When I was younger, I would play in the back yard, looking for bugs, playing with the dogs and looking up.
The time spent looking down and into the bushes was accompanied by an amazing voice in the background, narrating my adventures. The one and only David Attenborough, he went where ever I went and he was there to tell me about the bird I saw or the insect that I had just seen.
Not many men make it into my top list of great men, but thankfully David has. This amazing man has shaped many children’s futures and entertained many sleepless nights and many days lazing around the house.
When I try to write posts about amazing people I don’t really know what to say, I wish I was able to thank this amazing man in person, but I can’t so I will happily watch his new series on TV and be glad that this man changed my life, helped me better understand wildlife and helped with those times I had no one else to watch on TV
David Attenborough, an amazing man and a voice that has changed the world.
There is absolutely no meaning to the title just to clear up any confusion.
So copying is the highest form of flattery right? Then why is it so god damn annoying when someone does it to you? I will never understand some people…
Anyway, so I haven’t really had the chance to just sit down and write a proper blog post. There was around 2 months there where I spent studying hard for my application to RMIT. The studying payed off because as I suspected I had to prove myself to them. Luckily I passed the test!!
There was moving into a new place, getting settled into the new place, get finances back up to scratch (I still have some debt but hey that’s just life) and then there was introducing a new member to the family (Chrono the Siberian husky pup).
I guess the next thing to do is save up for buying a house (oh and an extremely good microscope). So when I think about buying a house, I have my heart set on creating an investment property first, so buying a fixer upper house that will turn a profit. Or buy a unit, do it up, pay it off, then but another unit, rent one out and so on… Until I have a decent amount of investment property’s.
Good idea? I think so… Time to do more studying… Oh an buy more books off eBay.
We have a new addition to the family, a Siberian husky. His name is Chrono.
So far so good when it comes to having a pup, we have only had one (sneaky) accident behind the couch. There is the ‘to be expected’ norm with pups 1st night, although heading to bed at 9pm, as expected we find ourselves with pup awake 3 hours later. He’s had a run in the back yard (our backyard is huge) and now we are just waiting for him to become tired again.
Chrono has hemochromatosis so he has two different coloured eyes. I wonder how night 2 will go :p
So I’ve not had proper access to the Internet, besides app access to WordPress (currently using) and I was able to complete my application for my science degree on Wednesday.
After four long anxiety filled days, I received my results today…
I am proud to announce that I am officially a science student at RMIT university Melbourne.
And I will be offline for a bit longer (aka until I get proper interwebs)
Ah, I can see an amazing future for my family and I.
A lot of people look at babies and think ‘Awe they are so cute’, then they grow into kids, scream the house down, throw tantrums, answer back and completely disrespect you. Suddenly nobody wants kids…
I am a stay at home mum with a dream of becoming a holder of a PH.D in neuroscience, as most of you all know already. I have two kids under the age of two. Being a stay at home mum means a few things – I make the meals and then I clean up the mess. Since moving into the new house I have developed a small case of OCD with my cleaning and some things have been cleaned everyday religiously… Sometimes multiple times. I basically have a lot of time on my hands to purposely make dishes just to clean them so I have stuff to do during the day.
While doing the dishes the other day I began to ponder life (as you do while your hands are in soapy water, dangerously surrounded by knives that were carelessly placed in the murky water). I though about how many people have a lot of negative things to say about being a parent… Basically shit gets ruined and mum and dad don’t like that. Well I wanted to break the trend, because I personally love being a mum. So here are my top 15 reasons why I love being a parent.
1: Cartoons… So when you are older you can totally watch cartoons as day if you felt like it, but without kids, who are you going to share your most loved childhood cartoons with?
2: Early nights… Again, you can choose to do this when you don’t have kids, but you also can feel obligated to go to every Tom, Dick and Harry’s party you get invited to when you don’t have kids. When you are a parent most of the time it is socially unacceptable to be found at a party, getting ‘sloshed’ and risking your life while your kids are with the baby sitter non the wiser… I don’t party, so I treasure the choice of having an early or late night with no obligations to anyone other than my children.
3: Baby wipes… I once cleaned a whole entire material couch with 1 packet of baby wipes, and a whole kitchen, and carpet.. Oh and the bathroom. Baby wipes are AMAZING! When you have kids you have access to one of the most amazing cleaning product out there.
4: Nappies… So nappies are really absorbent right (well duh it their sole purpose)… Well think of it this way, you spill coffee into your carpet, instead of scrubbing for ages trying to get all the liquid out of the carpet, you could just, you know, suck it all up with a nappies or two
5: Carpet… Carpet is soft and warm and babies love carpet… That is all.
6: Cute outfits… So a womanly figure in your family has invited you to her baby shower, yes! Time to go cute outfit shopping, but it doesn’t last quite as long as it will for her. See you may only take an hour to indulge in this pleasurable activity. Us mothers get a few years to indulge in the addictive activity known as ‘overly cute outfit shopping’… But honestly, it’s so worth it.
7: Baking… Well you do need to teach them how to cook somehow right?
8: Coffee… As you all know I love my coffee, and these days I spend a lot more time smelling and reading the packets before I buy. Did you know the French will save up their money for weeks and travel a fair distance just to buy something amazing, rather than settling on the crappy cheap version at home? Trust me it’s worth it.
9: Bath time… Bubble baths are fun! as we grow older, we tend to forget what it was like when we were kids, bath time was one of our favourite times. We could trek through the snow and meet Santa at the North Pole, all with some water and bubbles.
10: Nap time… I love nap time because you can have a few hours of quiet. I don’t bother using nap time as my cleaning time, I can clean around my kids or I can clean when my kids are awake. If I do house work while they are awake then I can use their nap time as time to myself, time to read some of my current book (I’ve finished The casual vacancy so I am not reading anything at the moment) or watch some day time TV.
11: Toy section… I have a justified reason to walk past every toy in the toy section and press every button I feel I need to press.
12: Cinema… When I was younger I hardly went to the movies, or watched movies for that matter. My attention span for movies and Tv shows is fairly short depending on what’s on, kudos to the directors and script writer/writers if you manage to hold my attention… When you have kids you can go to the movies every time there is a new ice age movie, sit in with them and indulge in popcorn and coke if you want to. Yes you could do this when you are an adult, but it feels more meaningful if you bring your kids.
13: Lego… I know I know, this should have been number one. I could write a huge paragraph on how Lego is amazing, but lets face it… We all know how amazing those little plastic blocks of magic are, my paragraph would probably not do Lego any justice… So I will just leave this paragraph with this picture.
14: Learning… Ignorance isn’t bliss when you are a parent, unless you let it be so… I love that I am constantly learning as a parent.
15: I am never lonely and that is pretty self explanatory.
Being a parent is great!
Me being the dummy and my life being stressful. Moving into the new house has been great. But I didn’t leave my stress behind.
Last night I went to a fat loss seminar and was reminded that stress causes you to store fat.
I have at study super hard because come may first, I get to go to RMIT and enrol in the first stage of my science degree, I am scared that I have not prepared myself enough. So it’s time to put the phone down, log out of the Facebook and twitter, leave the blogging for later (I will still blog) and study the shiz out of that science stuff.