Completely and utterly unattended

The silence is almost deafening. In fact it is so silent there is a ringing in my ears. I struggle to remember the last such a stillness descended upon the house. 

image from esheep

Of course now that I stop to think how quiet it all is I find my ears barraged with a range of sounds. From cars passing in the distance, to the buzzing of the electrical appliances, not to mention the fish tank aerator, squawking birds flying past and the constant tapping of my fingers upon the keyboard.

Some how the universe managed to swing it that I found myself at home. All alone. Completely and utterly unattended. Which believe you me is completely and utterly amazing. Perhaps even beyond that.

Mr Awesome has his work Christmas party tonight. Which meant that the girls were shipped off to my mum's as I was expected invited to attend said party. All very good and well until when dropping the children off at Nan's the littlest one says my ear hurts mum. And then promptly bursts into tears.

The fact that she willingly took the panadol offered to her was quite possibly a sign of just how much pain she was in. Mother of the year here though decided to ignore it because, well, a night out is a night out, even if it is with a bunch of people I have little to no ability to communicate with. Plus I may or may not have planned to pike early on the night anyway to enjoy some quiet time at home.

Being all organised and not rushing things, I was dropping the children off with an hour or two to spare before the party started. This meant of course by the time the party was about to start I felt obliged to check in and see how it was all going.

Stupid me.

Of course it was going terribly. 

Teapot was still moaning about her ear, while Lovely was still making attempts to escape. It was with great reluctance that I even got her there in the first place. She is currently without access to her iDevice, however felt it was only *fair* she got to take it to the sleepover. Naturally her version of fair and mine are vastly different. The device was left at home and she promised to cry blue murder about it until the situation was rectified.

Poor Lovely is in the process of learning the world does not actually spin on an axis that revolves purely around her. Unfortunately for her, and all involved, she appears instant on doing this the hard way and fighting me every inch of the way.

Sigh.

Anyways being the Mother of the Year that I am, I went on partying. Actually the party was at a bowling alley so I stuck around and had a game. I did not however enjoy an alcoholic bereave. Which was really the only real attraction of going. Instead, deciding to be just a little bit responsible and stay with soft drinks. Once I had remembered how incredibly crap I am at bowling though I decided that maybe it was best if I went and saw to the children. 

By now Teapot had been to sleep for a bit, woken up and was still going on about her sore ear. Lovely had also come to terms with the fact that sometimes I do actually get to pull rank on her and not give in. Aside from all of that the 35 week pregnant lady and the recently engaged chick were well and truly doing my head in with their constant chatter about their impending life changes. Ones that I have already been through and without being rude am not really interested in hearing about from other people I see but once a year. A three year old with a sore ear and her hormonal twelve year old sister suddenly appeared very appealing. (No I don't understand why I don't have many friends do you?)

So I get to my mother's house only to discover that Teapot's ear has had a miraculous recovery. Apparently a bath can fix anything. Oh to be three. Thanks to the panadol for finally kicking in perhaps?

After an hour of hanging with them Teapot informed that she did not want to come home with me. Lovely of course was using every inch of self restraint that she could muster not to scream out how much she would like to come home with me. Bless her. I love it when she shines out rays of hope like that.

I loved her even more when she was so accepting of me returning to the party. There is nothing more wonderful than seeing a child learn a lesson. Even if it will only be temporary before she decides to see how far she can push me once more. The never-ending dance of teenage power struggle.

Of course I had no intention of returning to the party. I am not a very good sober bob. Even there is a drink to be had then I would most certainly like to having it. How else can one tolerate the idiocy of a drunk if one is not drunk also? Plus, the temptation of a silent home is very hard to resist.

So here I sit. Alone and unattended. Basking in the glow of my screen and the silence of my ears. Cautiously waiting for the message to say it has once again all come undone. For now though as I inhale the beauty of solitude I will just enjoy me. Doing things that I like to do, that only benefit me. Like trawling round the internet and catching up on some blog reading and writing.

Things I Know that make me go FFS

Now I know that for the most part I am all airy fairy, lovey dovey, Miss peace and happiness, but of late that has not been working out so well for me. So I thought I would try something a little different today. 

image from here with thanks

I am still sharing some things I know, because Miss Cinders is one of my most favourite blogs and I just love joining in with her. However today I am sharing things I know that make me go FFS and also joining in with Dear Baby G

I know that there is a recurring theme to most of the things that make me go FFS.

Can you guess what it is?

I'll give you a hint, it is a 8 letter word, starts with c and ends with n.

No? Well here is another hint.

I have three of them and honestly I know that some days they should be bloody thankful that they live to see another day FFS

I know that seriously I wouldn't really throttle them to within an inch of their life (and some days possibly even a little further), and I shouldn't joke about it on the internets, someone could get the wrong impression FFS

I know that most of the FFSness around said children mainly revolves around the eldest. Though she manages to get me so worked up that it doesn't take much from the other two to have me screaming and pulling my hair out FFS

I know that is didn't expect the teenage years to be trouble free but I most certainly didn't expect them to be so bloody hard before they even arrived FFS

I know that I have done more deep breathing, counting and walking away in the last two weeks than I have ever done before FFS

I know that it is all hormonal and this too shall pass and all that other crap that is hard to remember when you are actually living in a daily hell because someone refuses to abide by the rules FFS

I know  though that hormonal or not there is still no excuse for me having to ask six thousand and seventy three billion times for the dishwasher to be emptied FFS. The same can be said for putting clothes away and picking up wet towels FFS

I know that rain on my washing days (is it only me who hears Alanis when they read those words?) makes me want to scream FFS very loudly. Even though it justifies me using the dryer, I know have a massive power bill to look forward to. FFS 

I know there is just no pleasing some people FFS.  The fact that I am complaining about not being able to fit *all* my towels in the dryer at once FFS is testament to that. I am sure there are many out there screaming at me but at least you have a dryer FFS. yes yes I know

I know that as much as I don't like to swear on the blog, going FFS all the way through this post has made me feel a lot better than when I was screeching like a banshee at the kids this morning FFS

And last I know that joining in with all these lovely bloggers below makes me go anything but FFS

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Some late edition FFS's include the little buttons not lining up where I wanted to and then when the where as good as I could get them there were no links included FFS (all fixed now though) Of course this was after loading the image sent me to distraction and back because the silly programs didn't want to work properly FFS

Thankful for little things

Without a doubt my first round of thanks today goes to those rather awesome bloggers who have not only joined in with Thankful Thursday but also added my little button to their blog or post. I know it is only a little thing but every little thing is someone else's big thing. Or something like that.

Seriously though, support via the interwebs is a pretty amazing thing and I know that it is something so many of us are thankful for. Speaking of support, bloggers and new things, one of my regular thanker's has a new series thing launching tomorrow. It is about child led days and going with the flow of what they want to do. Bound to be inspirational I am sure.

image with thanks from here

It is currently 4:06 Thursday morning. I am thankful in some ways that I made myself go to bed with the children at quarter to nine last night. Which I know was late for them and early for me but there is a reason or two for that you see.

We had been out to dinner with a friend who is leaving town. I am thankful that the rain only came long enough to wet the seats and cool our outdoor venue down. We went to The Wharf, a local favourite of many who live here. Actually it is pretty popular with visitors as well and provides great photo opportunities. It is all fenced in some areas so children can run around while their parents sit around and chatter. I am pretty thankful that our friend called shotgun on paying. While we could afford to pay, it is obviously wonderful not too. It also meant that because I no longer had to pay for dinner I could spend a bit more on the grog treat myself to a little drink. And by that I mean two black label vodka ice. 

During the drive in, Mr A, who I may or may not think at times drives like a maniac, had a near miss with car waiting at a round about he was approaching.  So much so he made a noise as he slammed his brakes on. In doing so causing me to look up from my phone only to then make my own noise as I saw our car hurtling towards another. I am thankful it was only in my imagination we were hurtling

He then began to carry on about how my fear of his driving was uncalled for and I decided I couldn't get to the bar quick enough.

Anyway back to my point because it is now 4.25 and I have suddenly got the urge to sleep. I also can not believe that in nineteen minutes I only wrote two lousy paragraphs. Emphasis on the word lousy as well. Grrrrr It is actually now 4.37 and there are obviously more than two paragraphs. 

I am now just thankful if by some chance you are still actually reading this.

There really is so much more I want give my thanks for, only I am thinking that now is not the time. You know on account of it being 4.39 in the morning and all. I have been up for two hours and if I duck off now I can fit in that same amount in sleep. I will be back though I promise.

Thanks again for joining in and sharing the comment love.

Keep Calm and Carry on Ironing

the irony of the crinkles in the poster
has me giggling like you wouldn't believe!

Or just chill with an awesome bunch of ladies and some great food and drink as the case may have been.

Thanks to Philips I gathered some of my buddies and held a bit of a British themed ironing party on the weekend.

Firstly let me just say that I feel incredibly privileged to be able to even say I had some buddies to gather. The fact that they actually turned up is even more of a blessing. Now I know generally speaking I don't tend to worry too much about things but when it comes to throwing a party and having peeps turn up I tend to worry like there is no tomorrow.

Thankfully though this was an occasion where I had just the right amount of guests. Given that it was all being held in the shoebox it was lucky the guest list was not too long. Mind you I may have got a tad carried away with the food preparation and prepared enough for a small army.

Apologies in advance for the lack of light in these photos, hint hint if there is a camera company out there, I need a new one...

Just some of the fan fare.
Under the white thing are some scones my mum made. Yes they were awesome

Choc Orange Swirl cupcakes with cute little toppers.
Complete with some chocolate frosting carefully piped on by Lovely

A close up of some of the British food I was sent.
I had a few British guests who assured me authenticity of it all.

These were beyond devine.
Cream cheese, sour cream, smoked salmon and a shallots,all whipped together.
I say whipped because I used my electric egg beater. 

In keeping with the British feel, despite there being watermelon on the table, which is clearly not British just incredibly refreshing, there was also Pimms. Oh and tea, but nobody drank that because, well there was Pimms. Which according to my brief research is the beverage of choice at Wimbledon. Followed closely by champagne (which I also had on hand if you were wondering).

Once everyone had arrived and settled we got straight into the game playing. Because what is a party without games?

The games all revolved around the rather magnificent PerfectCare Aqua Pressurised Steam Generator.

Honestly this iron is the iron of all irons. Even without being a dedicated ironer (and by that I mean someone who may have difficulty remembering where the iron can be found) I can recognise that this little baby is all kinds of awesome and then some.

In fact the look on Suzy's face is testament to just how awesome this little baby is.

Suzy is a regular ironer on account of her husband having an important job and needing clothes that are wrinkle free. Sadly though until the weekend she was oblivious to the fact that not all irons are created equal. A fact she quickly discovered after a few quick swipes of the ironing board with PerfectCare Aqua.

Turns out that all Suzy's years of ironing practise paid off because that lady can get a shirt wrinkle free quicker than you can say Bob's your uncle, not that I ever say that because Bob was my dad and therefore could never be my uncle regardless of how fast you said it but that is probably a story for another day. Anyway Philips had kindly given me an extra iron to pass on to one lucky guest and Suzy's ironing speed and ability made her that lucky guest.

Suz left with one of the biggest smiles and making jokes about the steamy night she was in for as she got to know her new love a little better. Suzy was not the only guest in love with all things iron related and nor was she the only one that left grinning from ear to ear.

Our IBOT hostess with the mostess, Essentially Jess who is a self proclaimed ironing nerd got the pleasure of running away with the rather impressive ironing board

You can check out more photos of the day via Instagram and the hashtag #rhiannasarvotea and if you haven't already check out the YouTube clip of my original review of the iron

For those that like fine print, I was gifted a PerfectCare Aqua for my original review. 
I was also given heaps of cool stuff (too much to mention) to host an iron party. 
All thoughts and words are totally my own

Regret {Writers Reveal Prompt}

This month's prompt was given to me by the ever lovely Jodi, who is currently powering her way through the arduous task of writing fifty thousand words in the space of thirty days.

I guess my first regret could be that I have not tried hard enough to make time to see if there really is a novel inside of me. The only thing is though I kinda made a rule that I wouldn't waste my energy on regret. In many ways I feel that regret is closely aligned to failure. Not that there is anything wrong with failure as that it means at some point you must have been trying and as long as you try and keep on trying you have never failed. Or so they say.

I guess my other issue with owning regrets is that it is a bit like admitting you were wrong, or made a wrong choice. Which let's face it no one ever really wants to do.

image from here with thanks

Having said all of that though there are some things I have realised I regret and as long as I learn from those regrets then all is well that ends well. 

So what are some of my regrets?

I regret all those times I held myself back. 

I regret the too many occasions I have yelled at my children. 

I regret staying up to late when I have an early start. 

I regret ordering chilli chicken without checking just how chilli it really is. 

I regret not discovering the joys of me time sooner. 

I regret not trying (harder) at school, uni and most things that I do. The balance between laid back and giving it our all can be so hard to establish. 

I regret not discovering the joy of coffee sooner. 

I regret not starting this post sooner. 

Please take the time to check out some of the other writers taking part this month.

Emily Morgan Writes

Melissa Writes

JFGibson

The Wolfe's Den

Imagine Create Write

always Josefa

Ghostnapped

You learn something new everyday

Have a laugh on me

A hit and miss kind of thankful Thursday

For days I have pondered over what words I would use in this post. With so many wonderful things to be thankful for I couldn't decide what way was best to share the joys befallen upon me of late.  Were there some that could be put aside for another day perhaps? Or had I duplicated myself in anyway?

Oh the decisions I tell you.

Naturally though as I sit down to write my mind is free from all such thoughts. Completely and utterly blank in fact.

Add to my woes the fact that it is beyond stinking hot and there is a child refusing to go to sleep and perhaps you can understand my brain's reluctance to think of being thankful. Oh did I mention that I have also somehow once again managed to forget all about my writer's reveal post?

Which is just ridiculous because Jodi, the awesome writer responsible for my prompt, gave me my prompt ages and ages ago. With plenty of time to have got my act together. Again though it was a matter of lots of thought and little action. It appears to be a recurring theme in my life I think.

But wallow I will not. Because thankful is what I am. And blessed.

image from here with thanks

I am thankful that when dear Lovely pushed my buttons just a little too much I knew to walk away. In fact I knew to walk far, far away. 

I am thankful that as part of walking far, far away I decided to take the rubbish out. I am sure it saved an argument later on when asking someone else to do it for me. 

I am even more thankful that as I left the house to take the rubbish out I was able to grab ten dollars and head down to the shops to get some pasta for dinner (that I forgot to get when I was at the shops earlier). There was something incredibly exciting about leaving the house and not telling anyone where I was going or what I was doing.

I am particularly thankful that the shops are only some five hundred metres down the road. Though I would have been more thankful about a longer distance if I had of taken the time to put my sneakers on because there was one point where walking was just too slow yet as I am only too aware that running in thongs is done at one's own peril I was hesitant to stride it out too much.

Having said that though, I am thankful that I was able to jog for a tiny bit and actually enjoy it and want more. I remember a time where this wasn't the case. I remember when even walking was too much of an effort and I do not ever want to go back to that. 

I would like to be thankful for a few good runs, I hope it will be in next week's post.

Thanks as always to those who joined in last week, as well as to anyone who links in this week. It really makes my heart swell in so many ways. As does the way you spread the comment love.

I would super duperly love it if you put my one of my cool little buttons (code found in the side bar) in your post or blog, but it is no biggy if you don't. A link back works just as well. The link is open all week and you are welcome to add any post about thanks or something that brings you happiness. To me happiness and thanks tend to go hand in hand.

Keep Calm and Iron On

Remember how a little while ago I got all housewifey and did a little vlog about the latest and greatest iron on offer from Philips?

No? 

Well best you hurry off and check it out, especially if your day is in need of a little chuckle.

Anyway because that was full of all the awesomeness that it was, the lovely PR people for Philips asked if I was interested in hosting a bit of British themed ironing party. Complete with fun and games to use the iron with. Naturally I said yes because who doesn't like to party?

What I didn't think of though, was the actual organising aspect, because that part is perhaps not so fun but thankfully most of the work has been taken care of in the little party pack I was sent. Phew on that front I tell you.

So who's in? Wanna come round and drink tea (quite possibly of the long island and iced variety) and play with my iron?

For those interested I was gifted a Philips PerferctCare Aqua for my original review, I have also been sent a heap of goodies and prizes to make the party as fun as possible. All thoughts, words and opinions are completely my own.

Blogging on a Tuesday #IBOT

Usually by now on a Tuesday I have had a post up for hours and read at least twenty different posts. Blogging on a Tuesday is just what I like to do. Which is lucky and all, since I am a member of #teamIBOT. (Which essentially means me and my IBOT buddies race around like crazy on a Tuesday trying to  makes sure that everyone who has linked in with the ever lovely and IBOT host Jess, has received some sort of comment love, just in case you were wondering.)

There are a thousand and one reasons why I don't already have a post up and read a hundred times by now. They mostly revolve around me being disorganised and lackadaisical. Both of which are issues I have been meaning to do something about but just haven't gotten around to yet. The joy of procrastination I guess.

So here we are, ten past six on Tuesday night, patiently waiting for the little Domino's delivery man (or woman I guess, person is probably easier, but just seems to stunt the sentence, driver maybe?) to erratically drive up and start beeping, indicating that our dinner has arrived.

As it turned out, midway through typing that paragraph the driver, who was in fact a man, well male, I think technically he may have been in the pre man stage if you know what I mean, but whatever, again probably not all that relevant, arrived. He did not drive in a manner that resembled even the slightest form of erratic and nor did he beep his horn. 

Instead he quietly parked his vehicle and brought our boxed meals right inside the front door. Despite me pushing Mr Awesome out into the car park to greet him in a bid to avoid an unknown person bearing witness to the disaster zone that my front living area so often appears to be.

Apparently it was too difficult for them to juggle three pizzas, a bottle of coke, garlic bread, the most delicious little chocolate lava bombshell thing I have ever tasted and $38 in two dollar coins in the car park. I am sure two women could have managed such an exchange with a toddler on their hip.

Thankfully I was able to hid out of sight of tonight's knight in shining armour. Leaving Mr Awesome to appear as some poor bloke that feeds his kids pizza for dinner. I might not be able to look the pizza guy  in the face and say yeah so what if my kids have pizza for dinner but blogging about it is not a problem. 

That's just the way I roll you see.

Image found here
I was searching for roll, in case you were wondering.

An hour has passed now since started this post. Actually that is not quite true. I began trying to write it first thing this morning. I didn't get past opening it all up and getting ready to go. It has merely been an hour since I first managed to spit some form of a sentence out.

A teacher's strike this morning meant that the girls had the day off and a couple of extras came over for the day. Which was all very lovely and I wouldn't really have it any other way but it was not exactly conducive to blogging. The few moments that I managed to steal away on the computer were no where near long enough for my many jumbled thoughts to sort themselves out. A feeling I am tiring off yet know I am not alone with.

For now though it is bedtime for some little ones and the pleasure tonight falls with I.

Joining with Essentially Jess and the Gang for all the fun of #IBOT

Just writing

So the Mister has taken the two youngest to the pool for a swim and to burn off any excess energy that is lingering from a morning of not much. Giving me a few moments alone and unattended in the house. The house that is relatively together and not in desperate need of attention. For a change.

Photo found here

Sure the washing machine is beeping and the dishwasher waiting to be emptied and refilled, but they can all wait a little longer. The floors have been vacuumed and yesterday they were even mopped. The load in the machine is only pool towels, which signifies the washing is essentially under control. The pool towels only get washed when everything else is out the way.

All the indicators point to it being ok for me to be here.

The eldest has headed to the local shopping centre to wander around with a friend. Apparently as a twelve year old that is what you do these days.

I try to rewind my mind back to twelve but honestly it seems so long ago. So so long ago. 

I start to wonder if I ever was twelve?  Of course I must have been. It's not like I went from being eleven to being thirteen. Twelve had to have been in there.

It all seems so foggy and hazy. Such distant memories, tightly locked away, supposedly for safe keeping. I know I was twelve the first time I met the Mister. He made my heart stop and race all at once, even then. I might not have had much to do with boys at that stage but boy did I want to.

Working out the maths for how long ago I was twelve makes my mind want to explode because all I really want to do is write, not worry about what it is like having a twelve year old daughter and whether or not I am doing an ok job or not out at keeping her safe. And I must definitely do not want to work out how long ago I was twelve.Which is all totally ridiculous because I am only 35. 

I just want to write!!

Despite the quiet grumbles from my stomach I opt for spending time here rather than in the kitchen. Because that is how much I want to write. And there are no children here and there is no reason why I shouldn't just sit down and write.

It is after all day ten of Nanowrimo and I am yet spit out more than a few pages of handwritten scrawl. (Which I am certain is nothing but complete awesome because of the emotional throws I was experiencing at the time)

This year I seem to know more people than ever before giving it a go, Nanowrimo that is. It should inspire me to join their ranks and write away. Yet for some reason I am stumped. I can't seem to make the time to just sit and write. 

There just never seems to be enough hours in the day. If only day dreaming were not so time consuming. What with the desire to write, and read, or just create anything really combined with the all the other things that as a mother I am expected to do it so often feels like I never actually get anything done.

Though of course I do. It may not always be what I wanted to do, or even set out to do but things do inevitably get done. 

Much like this post. It may not be part of my Nano efforts but it is something, which is always better than nothing. Apparently. 

Things I Know About Banjo Paterson

I know that I have had this book for a very long time.

The very first thing I know today is that last night it felt a bit strange not worrying too much about not already knowing something to share for today. Since the lovely Miss Cinders has returned from her bloggy break Things I Know is now residing back with her.

I know that I loved playing host for one of my favourite linkies from one of my favourite bloggers. It seriously kinda made me feel like one of the cool kids. Though I am tipping that sharing that just made me sound like anything but a cool kid.

So what else is it I know this week?

Well I know that helping a reluctant learner with her homework requires more patience than I can perhaps find at times. I know that just because I happen to be in love with the topic by no means, means that she will also be over the moon to be researching one of this country's finest literary icons.

I know that I have really enjoyed reading about all the wonderful things that Banjo Paterson has done in his life. Some I knew already and some I had forgotten about and some were brand new.

I know it made me giggle when I read he went to China as a corespondent to cover the Boxer Rebellion but he got there too late.

I know I had forgotten that old AB is on the ten dollar note.

I know that I didn't know he used the pseudonym "B". I did however know that he penned quite a lot as "The Banjo"

I know that as a wanna be writer with an ego that likes to be stroked, I find it interesting that any writer would use a pseudonym.

I know that the book pictured above is one of my most very favourite. When I say I have had it for a very long time, I mean a really very long time. Since 1984 in fact. My grandfather gave it to me for my sixth birthday. He passed away later that year. Which makes him not spelling my name in the front of the book ok. Well that and the fact he was old and felt even older at the time and I loved him lots. Plus so few people ever get my name right anyway...

As much as I know all this (and more) about Mr Paterson, Lovely still actually needs to get her assignment out of the way. Which means I should probably get out of her way and off the computer.

Thankful Thursday

Hello and welcome to another round of Thankful Thursday. Which I must say is quickly becoming my favourite day of the week. The first lot of thanks for today has to go to the five rather awesome bloggers that joined in with me last week. It really does make me feel all kinds of awesome and happy.

To say it has been a big week at the office is an understatement. And when I say office I mean inside my head. I am so thankful that it is all done and dusted now.

I am beyond thankful that I get to spend my
days hanging out with this little cutie patootie

As you may have read on Tuesday it has been no fun being me this last week. Thankfully most of what I was referring to has now passed. Which is great as it means I can now return to normal programming and making the most of what is before me. 

I am thankful that Lovely has returned, filling the empty space she left at the dinner table. For whatever angst or unrest she may cause at times, the place is just not the same without her around. I am also thankful that she had such a great time while she was away and while she might not say it as much as we would like to hear it I am pretty sure she missed us more than she lets on.

The thing that I am most thankful for this week though is good health. Not just the we are free from colds or tummy bugs kind of health but the really big we don't have a major life threatening illness kind of good health. 

A young boy, nine years old in fact, at Zany's school was recently diagnosed with a brain tumour. He was whisked away to Adelaide for surgery the very next day and operated on the day after that. They may not return home for some six months or so.

I am thankful that in these modern times and thanks to the wonders of the internet that the family is able to seek support, both financial and otherwise to ease some of the burdens that they face. If you are able to spare a dollar or two I know Joel's family would be especially thankful.

People like Jimmy also make me incredibly thankful. If you haven't heard of Jimmy before you need to check him out. He is a twenty year old South Australian who is walking around Australia to raise money for childhood cancer. I am thankful that someone so young wants to make a difference to people he hasn't met. That fills me with hope.

More random thanks goes to

- picking a winner or two in the race that stops the nation

- spending a lovely day with my mother watching the race that stops the nation

- Spotlight having some yarn that I desired at a super ridiculous price

- being able to take the kids out for a spontaneous pizza dinner

- wonderful thunderstorms in the middle of the night cooling everything down and making the grass green once more

- being able to FaceTime my eldest nephew so I could hear him say Aunty

- being able to pick myself up and carry on even when it was the last thing I felt like doing

- having some rather cool goodies sent my way because someone thought my little old blog was a bit cool

- the fact that it is now Thursday which means the weekend is just around the corner

Now you - 

Some days it sucks to be me

Of course some days it doesn't suck to be me, but of late those days feel like they have been few and far between. To say I have been an emotional wreck for the last week would be a little of an understatement. Ok it would be a lot of an understatement but whatever, who wants to pick hairs?

For the most part I am putting it down to being that time of the month. Combined with Lovely flitting off to be flower girl at her biological father's wedding. Oh and it is mango madness season. Which is a localised issue that see's residents of the Top End go mad as they wait for the rain to come and ease the craziness that builds up in the excessive heat that is bestowed upon us at this time of year.

And just so you don't think I am making it up the temperature at 1am is around 27 degrees. That is pure ridiculousness right there I tell you. For the rest of the world 27 degrees is supposed to be a cool summers day and the perfect time to hit the beach. It is not an ideal relaxing and sleeping temperature.

Anyway, back to my point about it sucking to be me.

In between all of this pinning for my absent daughter, over heating and waiting for rain to bring relief I decided that it was the prime time to beat up on myself. In fact it was a whole lot more than just beating up on myself, it was more like declaring World War III upon my inner self.

It was bloody exhausting I tell you. Really bloody exhausting. Not to mention draining and really quite pointless. Especially since one of my inner egos was adamant in refusing to listen to the lies that other egos were insistent on spreading. 

Thankfully though, as my menstruating comes to an end and my hormones return to their normal levels I am able to return to my normal cheery happy self. I am sure you can hear my household cheering from wherever you are.

The one thing that kept resonating around my empty shell of a being was this

joining in with Jess for IBOT

PS Come back on Thursday for My Happiness is Thankful Thursday.