I don’t LOVE playgrounds but I am a huge fan of sitting around and catching up with my friend Kate. We arranged to meet at Marchent Park at Chermside and I assumed I would be redirecting Darby for the whole time but it was almost the best playground trip I’ve ever done! The three older boys, pictured, had a great time running around, and Quinn and Darby played together for over 2 hours! Winner!
We’ve had a lovely cruisey start to the holidays and heaps more planned. The kids woke bright and early at 6am after going to bed at nearly 9pm last night (grrr) and Mum took them next door to the old house to find some toys to bring on over to the new house. I had a little sleep in while feeding Jules until just after 7 and then the day began!
Darby was getting into EVERYTHING that he shouldn’t so mum took him and Quinn for a walk to shake out the sillies and Chance stayed at home with me, Jules and Grumpy. We played a few board games like Trouble and a couple others (don’t know the names) which was nice to just hang.
Then while Chance and Quinn went to my mother in laws for a play and Darby slept, I took Jules for a catch up with Sonia.
We went to a lovely little cafe in Nundah and had a great catch up. Then I grabbed a few things from Aldi (and no extras!) and headed home and not long after that took the kids to see the kites flying down at Pelican Park. Home for a long and much needed bath followed by a yummy slow cooked lamb and the old and getting the kids to bed routine.
The kids have been a little crazy but it’s to be expected with so much going on. All in all a great start to the holidays!
Those of you who were in the central Queensland Coast region today may have noticed a drop in oxygen levels and a rise in CO2 levels today. I take full responsibility and apologise for that.
I was taking a LOT of deep breaths today.
Look it hasn’t been a great 30 hours. It started when Chance lodged a rather large splinter into his foot at around 3pm yesterday. We spend from about 4 until 9pm (not continuously, obviously) trying to get it out but by the end of it he had worked himself up so much that he wouldn’t let us near him.
I tried again when he was sound asleep, a technique my mum used to use (and I woke up once during it!) but I just couldn’t do it and I didn’t want to traumatise him any more.
Julius has decided that he is in fact a normal baby and after a few weeks of sleeping through pretty much every night, we are back to 2-3 feeds each night. Which I really can’t complain about – he literally feeds for 5 minutes then guess to sleep.
Anyway after a rough evening, a rough night and an early morning start for Hubs on fathers day, I decided to take the tribe to church. Darby pretty much didn’t sit still for the entire time, not that I minded, and to be honest I was too tired to be concerned. It was draining but I had decided that I was going to have a calm day today, hence all the deep breaths, and that’s what I stuck to as much as possible.
Anyway we had some nice quiet time where I did some meal prep for the week and then Hubs came home to finally open his presents. He then took Chance to the ED to get this damn splinter out. It took a bit of gas and a few bad knock knock jokes but it was out!
The deep breaths continued into bedtime where at one stage 3 out of the 4 kids were upset about something or other.
Anyway all’s well that ends well and I’m in bed before 10pm so that’s a good result.
I went to a Hiit Out (High Intensity Interval Training) session tonight at the gym and it was taken by one of the lovely female trainers who’s positivity and enthusiasm is just what I needed.
Her catch phrase tonight (and maybe other nights) was “tall and proud people, tall and proud”. She was referring to our posture during some of the exercises, but I like to think she was also referring to the exercises in our heads.
I’ve been going to the gym 4-5 times a week and while I’m proud of that, I’m ashamed of the negative self-talk in my head. If I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror I get sad and disappointed and tell myself that I’m not good enough. I compare myself constantly to the other fit mums which is counter-productive and such a waste of energy.
We are all there to better ourselves, not to be better than anyone else. So tonight, with each slam ball and kettle bell swing, with each squat and press, I stood tall and proud, as I know I have a lot to be proud of.