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Fractions

A maths subject at school I always found interesting – mainly because it was logical!  Fractions are how I find myself breaking down my time and my day with four {not so} tiny humans.

I get approximately 1/5 of my food.

I get approximately 3/5 of my cup of tea – and more if I make the kids a cup so they won’t scab off of me!

I spend 18/24 of the day awake

I juggle the rule of thirds daily – prioritising their needs and wants.  Then the big brother that makes it a rule of quarters.

Some times I don’t have enough hands to juggle them all, particularly when they are crook.  Things like this happen –

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Booga overload!

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Chocolate overload!

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Art overload onto the walls!

I have been a wife for ten years and with my husband for 1/3 of my life

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I have been a nurse for 1/2 my life

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And a mother for 1/4 of my life

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Always in birth order!

I spend 3/24 every day being an events coordinator

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And around 2/24 as a caterer

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And around 6/24 a cheerleader a week (officially, the other 18/24 I cheer silently!)

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A good 2/24 a day as a negotiator –

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And in all honesty 100/100 a mixture of happiness, concern, frustration, fear, fatigue, joy, pride and hope.

I think any more fractions will send me cross eyed.  Best get back to it!

Actually…

Life around here lately seems to be focused on words.  Which is fine, as I am a bit of a word nerd.  We still have “seriously” featuring heavily in the rotation of daily ranting.  But now, we have a new contender –  “Actually Mummy…..”.  I must hear that at least 50 times a day.  Usually when I am being corrected by one of the four who believe quite firmly that they are indeed correct.  The topic can range from anything to do with cake being good for you because is like fruit, right through to the ‘real’ meaning of words (like doppelganger!).

I find myself almost needing to reference my conversations – as in, no I am right because you actually cannot eat rainbows – surely science would stick with me on that one?  Well I have three kids who believe quite firmly that you can eat a rainbow, because, of course, they have done it, and they had a banana afterwards.  Right.  So I am not sure how the said rainbow was eaten, a` la mode?  Or just with a sandwich, as they all differ on their answer.  Caitlyn tells me she had ice cream and a rainbow.  And the rainbow smelt like bubblegum, strawberry and sunshine, all together and all at once.  Cute.  Emma on the other hand tells me that her rainbow was served with glitter, by a unicorn.  Unicorns are totally cool – so I think I will go with her version.  Plausible, somewhat.  Brendan does not really have a story as he was side tracked by ice cream!  He will just agree with which ever sister he does not want to offend at that given moment.

I find it astonishing that they have such vivid imaginations. They feed off of each other and play into the story.  Suddenly, it is not just one who is having a nightmare or bad dream – they are all comparing theirs.  “Actually Mummy…my dream was worser than Caitlyn’s as I had a creeper chasing me (Minecraft lingo).  And so it goes.  And goes.

I can actually see the bond between all of them – like a string holding them all together.  Not just the triplets, but Hayden too.  He is definitely fluent in the language of Moloney siblings.  He understands everything they say and do, and knows all the names of their toys.  They know all the names of his, and show great interest in everything Hayden does.  They love his best friend as much as Hayden does (and thank goodness Master I has a sibling, so he ‘gets’ that they follow you everywhere!); and love it when he comes over to stay (think three shadows….)

They get up to mischief together, although, in all fairness, they don’t think their behaviour is mischievous!

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They decided (as a collective) to decorate their cubby house.  Granted, it is theirs.  Clearly this is Hayden’s writing, but Emma, Caitlyn and Brendan all affirm that it wasn’t Hayden, it was them.  Haha!!!  They all obviously pitched in, as there is lots of faces, drawings and other pictures.  I had to laugh.  When I found out (when hanging washing on the line) I asked them all.  The conversation went like this –

“Who did this?”

Hayden – “Actually Mum, we don’t know”

Caitlyn – “Actually Mum, it was me, and B and Emma, Hayden wasn’t here”

I don’t know whether to be worried that they are blatantly lying, or revel in the fact that they have protective arms that envelop them – just the four of them.  So, I have shrugged off the incident.  When explaining why it happened (and there was talk about “maybe we did it because it was pretty boring inside the cubby”) I figure they actually only did the inside, and the outside is ‘already painted pretty mummy’; I can see (if I was in fact 3) why I probably would have done the same.

And I want to be that mum.  The one that does all the cool stuff, and has fun and whose kids just always have fun.  In reality, I try to be a well rounded mum.  Not always easy with Jason working away.  But I try.  Granted, I tend to start breathing fire (all dragon-esque) when I am really tired, or have so much work to get through, and probably stop a little of the fun.  But I am really trying!  Actually (haha) motherhood is difficult.  I have written about my tiny little army and how they are dictators – but they are nothing compared to the harshness that is your own judgement and thought processes.

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This is the page of a book that the kids are reading at the moment.  It is so cute, and this page (that was opened today!!) is so incredibly apt for me right now!  It is from “The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories” Bu Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Wirrow.  It is gorgeous and full of one page stories and pictures that the kids are loving. 

And it is just that – my kids love me undoubtedly, and really, there is no chartered course for this crazy gig of Motherhood.  There are milestones, and things that ‘just happen’ – we get older (every day actually Mummy we are another day older), and we innately learn how to do somethings.  But some days, I don’t know exactly what to do.  I love them, I feed them, and I clothe them – but what do you do when your kid wants to stay up all night to watch the stars and read a book?  I used to want to do that; and really, the only down side is he will be tired all day Sunday…so I let him!  There is no rule book – and I know that staying up all night is not a huge decision, and it is just a lazy example.  But unlike illness where Google is instantly promoted to Dr Google, and everyone has cancer, there is no book to look up and refer to – you have to wing it.  And that really is the part where the nerd in my shudders.  I don’t wing anything.  I meticulously and nerdily plan every week for all our activities and events.  And that is why some days, I find Motherhood so difficult!  Because we are all different parents, and we all have different experiences to add to our decisions and choices.  What I do know, is that I teach my children how to love and be loved, and some days we stay in our PJ’s all day;  and we eat breakfast for dinner.  I am learning that that is not a sign of defeat – it is a sign that some days, we all need to slow down.  My kids are never going to be this age again.  And I am going to miss it terribly when Hayden no longer wants to hold my hand.  Or when the triplets run at me (and I mean run) and throw themselves at me (yep, all three, at once) when I pick them up from Kindy.  They are THAT excited to see me.  The teachers even love watching it ever day.  I need to learn to be a more patient mother.  Sometimes I am so busy, I forget that my kids don’t know the horrors of a to-do list or a working life.  They don’t know because they are kids – and I want to keep it that way! 

I don’t have an answer on how to do any of this – other than keep on keeping on.  I email the kids (I have set up accounts for them all, we are all moloney.theirname@gmail.com) and tell them little things about their day every now and then.  Figure I will hand the email account over to them when they are older.  I reckon it would be amazing to see and have the insight of their mum (and dad) from one day.  I am still completing project life and I am still trying to be as brutally honest as possible.  We are not a rosy all perfect family.  We are far from it, and that is what I love about it.  It captures “us”.  I have even done a mini book on a crappy day so that even that day is memorised for what it was.  I am sure my kids will think I exaggerate when they are older and I am telling their kids or their partner about how they were when they were kids.  But what I do know, is that I am doing my best.  And I know that I am trying to be a strong mother, and one who also knows when enough is enough, and steps in.  I am protective, but also aware that I can only protect them from so much, they have to be strong enough to cope as well.  So, if anyone has any secrets on how to do this or tips – please send them my way!

So, I actually am going to miss the 100 times a day words, and the Muuuuummmmmmyyyyy’s, but some days it is so difficult to see the forest for the trees – seriously 😛

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seriously…

I hear this word at least 100 times a day.  That means about 25 times per child….which sounds about right.  Seems they think I am never serious and ask repeatedly ‘seriously Mum?’.  Yes, seriously!  It is the buzzword in our house right now, with even the kids questioning the authenticity of some tales they tell each other with ‘Seriously B?’ and so on.

So, here are some things that are ‘seriously’ true for this family!

I did not dress the triplets in pajamas until they were almost two. Yep, for real.  I figured I changed their clothes enough times in a day and one less (from pj’s to clothes) was a time saver for me.  Hayden on the other hand, was dressed every night in PJ’s and then changed in the morning.

Hayden was at a sleep over last weekend, they played hangman.  His word was ‘doppelganger’ (he spelt it correctly and was able to define it also!).

We have a ‘free kick’ policy in our household.  If one child hurts another for no reason, we allow the hurtee to kick the hurter (not hard!) up the bum.  It is a source of entertainment and the kids hate being the hurter, so it does not happen as much now!

Sometimes I estimate how much it would be to chuck something out and buy another one against how long it would take me to clean it.

M & M’s are like currency in our house.  “I will give you 5 M & M’s if you let me have/go/do…”

All four kids have their own tea cup.  A cute one from Daiso, but their own nonetheless

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The triplets still all sleep together and are always touching in their sleep.  We have tried separating them but with not too much luck as yet.  B misses his sisters too much.

Hayden still needs a nightlight – and his doby.

Some nights we have cereal for dinner.

There are apples in the fridge that are ‘snacks in progress’ – the kids go and have a bite and put them back for later.

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I quite often used to sleep in my clothes.  When the triplets were younger it did not matter what I was wearing through the day – it was vomit bait anyway.  I would wear PJ’s all day, or just clothes – either way I would sleep in them!

I can go around 30 hours without sleep before I start getting a little nutty.

I love sending and receiving snail mail.  There is something amazing about a handwritten letter!  I am looking for another penpal if anyone is interested!

I hear “Mummy” at LEAST 250 times a day.  Varying pitches – ‘Mum”, “Muuuuum”, ‘Mummy’, “Muuuuummmmmy” – you get the picture.

I really dislike it when people (at the shops or in public) say “wow, you have your hands full, or, poor you, or any other statement that they feel is appropriate for someone with four kids.  I get asked regularly if ‘they’ (triplets) are natural, my response now “no, they are robots”.

So, we have some interesting tid bits, and yes, they are all true – seriously!

I hope you got a giggle 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just Breathe….

Some days this is literally my mantra, these two words can just bring me back to a level of reality, and give me a little more clarity.   They also often provide me with a little breathing space (no pun intended!!) to plan my next move – in both family and work situations.

Juggling wifedom, motherhood, friendship, work and just life is just that – a constant juggle.  It is also a battle against time, four independent minds (my tiny little army) the harshness of sleep deprivation, and the real world.  Sometimes, on ‘those’ nights when one of my chickens is sick, or is having a bad dream, or is just unsettled, and it is just me, I wonder, when the nights like this will end.  But then you get really philosophical when discussing that there is no boogie monster (after searching everywhere and sitting on guard for possible ninja boogie men (true story))  and wonder how much ‘longer’ you will be the absolute centre of knowledge and well, everything, for these kids.  Right now, these four kids think I know just about everything, but sometimes Google is required, and that I can in fact fight against trolls, boogie men, ninja boogie men, and have ‘all the moves’ necessary to deploy a tactical take down of a Lego army.  That in itself is a pretty cool accomplishment!  But now, I see the role slightly shifting.

The trio have started Kindy, and their teachers are also a source of influence.  Their teachers are amazing and are truly nurturing and enriching my kids lives.  They also have very interesting questions some times for me – about little bits and pieces of our family life that obviously comes up in conversation at Kindy.  At the moment we have a ‘free kick’ policy.  If one kid kicks/pinches/hits or just hurts one other child (and let me be clear, only MY kids) the child that was hurt gets a free kick.  The hurtee must stand still and cop it sweet.  Generally it is a free kick up the bum.  It is hysterical, and is not hard, it is more about a bit of justice.  It is really difficult some days to stop the picking, and the free kick system has helped our family a lot – not that I am promoting it at all!  So the Kindy teachers got a bit of a giggle about that!  I think it is also quite interesting for them to see three siblings so incredibly different but interconnected in so many ways, go about their day and their ‘jobs’ at Kindy.

Then there is Hayden.  Who is now in grade 2.  I mean seriously, he is 7 already.  He has grown so much, and some days, I get a glimpse of the man that he is going to be.   He has an insight that is beyond his years, and has an understanding of the world that sometimes is scary.  I want to shield him from so much, but the big bad world is out there and I can only inform, soothe and ensure he is prepared for it all.  One of the biggest things with Hayden is that he is emotionally a 7 year old, but intellectually much older.  We have to try and strike the balance there somewhere and guide him safely.  He is struggling with his handwriting, but has improved IMMENSELY in the past term.  So much so that he scored student of the week last week (so proud of his hard work).  He still needs his lullaby from me every night (and if I am working clinically I have to call and sing it on the phone to him – and let me tell you, so many people have heard me sing it at work, and I am a total crap singer, and I could care less!).  He is quite possibly the bestest big brother out there – and second bestest big brother is B. 

Hayden has really taken the big brother role in his stride.  For a long time he thought it was ‘normal’ for people to have three babies at once, and I remember him asking my sister in law when she was pregnant why there was only one baby in there!  He knows the names of all his sisters teddies and dolls, and knows how they take their tea.  He knows the name of their favourite stories and even reads them too them (B included) when he thinks no one is watching.  Brendan also knows all his sisters toys names, and it is so cute to watch them seemingly take on the protective role of their sisters.  Funnily enough, if there is something really scary (like the big arse huntsman that was in their room last year) Caityln is FEARLESS and takes front stage and generally herds the ‘others’ back, and then proceeds to throw things (everything in her reach) at the said spider.  Hilarious.  Boys are prepared for all, BUT that!  Haha!

In an effort to get the kids a little more coordinated, socialised and active, we have put them into dancing.  They are in love with it.  I mean, totally and utterly in love with it.  It brings me such joy to see how happy they are when they are dancing, talking about it, and getting ready for it.  It is like a secret club as parents are not allowed in the studio’s, only the drop off areas.  I get little tid bits of information about what they are doing in there.  Hayden is even tap dancing!!

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So now we have more activities to add into our routine.  It is busy, and I feel like I can now completely understand the “Mum’s Taxi” stickers I see on cars.  I feel some days like I am running them here there and everywhere, and I know it is only going to get worse!  So they swim and they dance.  The swimming class is made up of three – so we had one class for just us!!  Hayden swims and is loving it. They are all becoming much more water wise/aware, and able to swim in a purposeful manner.  In saying all of this, I remember so many times feeling like the worst mother in the world because I had not been able to get my kids to swimming lessons (as *everyone* was taking their kids).  The reality of juggling triplets and an older sibling and getting them *safely* to the pool and home was just not going to happen.  There really is an element of fearlessness in a pack of triplets.  I think pack is a suitable word as they really feed off of each other, and just don’t see the perils of walking in from a car park with one adult and four kids.  All holding hands is just fine, but it takes but one small misstep when crossing or moving into the road that freaks me out!  This, while has not deterred me, has been something always taken into account in anywhere I go.  I have not felt, until now, that they have been aware and old enough to get to things like swimming or dancing and appreciate it, and actually thrive and grow from it!

A true testament to how much time has flown is the mere fact that it is almost JUNE, yep, the halfway point of the year, and another month closer to the trio turning four.  Crazy!  This year has flown by in a blur – weeks seemingly roll into one another with the school holidays being parentheses or intermissions.  Term II, already.  CRAZY!

No matter how busy I am, I know that there will be a time (when I am not sure!!) that I will look back and miss this.  This right now – the four kids full of boundless energy, questions and ‘will you play with me’s?’.  I am feeling pretty special that I am everyone’s best friend, as Caitlyn is quite picky and quite often people are not her best friend for some small Caitlyn-esque reason.  I have four children who singlehandedly are heartstoppingly beautiful and take my breath away when I think about all that they are now, and what is still to come.  Then I look around at the devastation that is my home.  I mean it looks like a giant lego vomit some days.  They pick it all up for sure, but some days, you look around and think – if someone where to drop in now, they would think that we lived in squalor!  But, then my reality sets in – my kids have fun, and my house is a home, not a model – quite like me really, well lived in hah!  I don’t have spotless floors, or a fingerprint free fridge, but I don’t want one either.  Those fingerprints are from a little being trying to (likely) steal fruit, or get a drink.  And it is real.  So I just breathe.  I do want clean floors though, so if anyone has any ideas on how to keep them clean, please pass them on!

I have learned to let some things go.  Not cleanliness or anything like that if that is what you are thinking!  But just the importance of having a constantly neat and tidy home.  It is not going to happen.  I can’t even keep my craft area tidy, so I highly doubt my success there will spread to the household!  I try, I really do.  But there are only so many hours in a day.  Some nights, when the kids finally get to sleep, I sit there wide eyed and likely vacant looking wondering what it is now I am supposed to do.  Then I remember the list – bins, washing, dishes, recharge iPads, find lunchboxes or missing items, finish marking something, work, maybe some craft and make a cup of tea.  A cup of tea that I can drink while it is still HOT.  That cup of tea is the best cup of the day!  And the moment I sit down to do something that is not work related or child related, I fall asleep! 

I know that I will miss the mayhem of these days, and the kids at this age.  I know it.  But I also know that they are still going to need me, it is just going to be in differing ways.  I still get asked how I do it all.  I don’t know is the simple answer.  I do it all because I don’t know any different.  We chose to have kids, and instead of one sibling for Hayden, we got three all at once.  So I don’t know any differently.  I know that it is challenging and mighty expensive buying three of just about everything – but it would be similar for larger families to some extent I am guessing. It is challenging, and it is difficult, and some days I want to cry, and some days I do.  Some days I think I am drooling in the corner after their bed time, because the inevitability is that tomorrow will be the same.  I make lists, I make menu plans, I try to be consistent.  I like routine, and they seem to cope well with it.  I probably put my hand up for a few too many extra jobs with school and Kindy, but I want to be involved as both play important roles in my children’s lives.  I forget to mail cards to friends, or mail them months late, and I sometimes even then mail a belated birthday card instead of the pretty birthday card I made.  I try to juggle everything, but, sometimes I let a ball drop.  I can be crap at returning non-work calls.  Because some days I literally cannot stomach the thought of talking on the phone anymore as I have done it all day.  I crave peace and quiet – but once I get it (rarely!!) I worry that something is wrong.

I suppose my friends are the ones that are not getting as much of my attention – and it is not intentional.  It is just life.  This has been something really difficult for me to accept, and I have been really upset many a time about it.  I have four kids, I work and I am a wife; and they have lives too.  I have to find a balance and right now, I am where I need to be.  I think things are cyclical, and before I know it I will be able to devote a chunk of my time to my beloved friends again.  Just as well they love me!

There is great strength in knowing that you are doing all you can – and that are doing a good job.  For me, looking at how happy my kids and husband are is proof that I am doing a few things right.  It has been tough dealing with Jason working away from home and only being home 5-6 days of every fortnight.  But we have adjusted, and it will continue to be a challenge at times, but I think we are all used to it now.  The days that washing gets forgotten are generally the days that Jason is home as he has messed with my routine! 

So on the days that stretch into hours of tears, or sick kids, just breathe.  Because slowing down, and rethinking things can often make a situation change.  And that right now, is all I can do.  Because before I know it, I will have kids that don’t want to play with me, or don’t want a lullaby before sleep.  Until then, lego vomit is acceptable, and so are fingerprint stained doors and fridges (like how I snuck the doors in there as well!)

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The kids nightlights 🙂 I love them!

 

 

On Being Brave

When I was little, (well a young girl!!) I always thought being brave meant that you did not cry, and that you just got up and kept playing.  I would sit and look at my Dad and think about how brave he was being in the army, and try to be ‘as brave’ as he was.  Little did I know that being brave has nothing to do with not crying.  Being brave is so much more than that.
Being brave has everything to do with how we cope with even the smallest things that can upend our theoretical apple cart.

Being a wife/partner and a parent is quite simply put one of the bravest things ever.  I mean seriously – you have pledged your love, support, and yourself to one person.  Bold move eh?  Then to have kids – well – how many times daily is your heart in your mouth with fear of what could happen when the kids fall over, run off just out of eye sight, or decide that climbing that *insert item here* is a great idea?  I have four children, who have heard my heart beat from the inside, and who I predominantly made – I mean I have accomplished the feat of making four hearts, eight lungs, eight kidneys and so on.  Pretty darn tricky stuff.  But oh the fear and worry that comes with that.  I have heard so many people attribute their grey hair to children or spouses.  Well, I am yet to have any greys, but I think I am pretty deserving of some!  Jason on the other hand has a fair sprinkling – haha!

Being brave is about accepting who you are.  Accepting that maybe things have changed, and that it is or will be OK.  Accepting that your children can tie their own shoelaces and so your role changes a little, and you become an active spectator as opposed to the driving force.  It means, to me, that you have to instill courage, confidence and kindness so that they too can face the challenges of a day – be it at school, kindy, or at home.

In one of my many jobs – as a nurse, I have had the privilege of caring for some of the most courageous and inspirational people.  Brave, stoic and accepting.  Accepting that they can no longer fight or stave off death – but doing so with dignity far beyond anything I think I could ever muster.  These people leave such a mark in this world, and we all have so very much to learn from that simple word – acceptance.  It is such a liberal word and can be applied in so many situations.  But quite often, acceptance requires courage.  How we choose our battles is often related directly to what we are accepting of or not.

Friendships are a great example.  I am lucky enough to have some amazing friends with whom I have been friends with for longer than I can remember.  The kind that I still have letters from school tucked away in a box of keepsakes that no matter what, will never be thrown out.  Then there are the friends that prior to knowing them, I don’t remember what it was like to not have them in my life.  Roles change in friendships, and sometimes, no matter how much it hurts, accepting that things are never going to be the same as they were ten, twenty or even two years ago is a good thing.  Because only better things can happen from a history of mutual respect, trust, and love.

There is a saying, that strength comes in numbers.  For the triplets I guess this always means that they will have backup – they will have each other at school.  For Hayden, it means every day, he packs courage in his lunchbox and engages with other children and teachers at school.  He does it well.  But geez, some days it must be difficult.  He is only *just* seven, and some days he is so insightful, well beyond his years.  He recounts stories of his day at school and sometimes talks about ‘a bigger kid telling him he was stupid/fat/dumb/*insert any other insult here’ and he has not made a deal about it – he has said back to the child – ‘please go away, you are being rude’.  This makes my heart break.  How incredibly brave he is to even say that – but even more so – how brave he is to recount the story to me and not ‘make a deal’ of it.  It is just a factual story to him.  The kid amazes me.  He sticks up for his friends too – and for this, I am so incredibly proud of the young boy he is becoming.  He sees what occurs as just an annoyance – like a fly, to be shooed away.  He also accepts that some people are just rude (his words) because we are all different.  I wish I was like that at 7!

So every day I think we all need to pack our courage.  Because we are all different – and we all have differences that make us unique, but also vulnerable.  Accepting my shortcomings is still a work in progress – I will get back to you on that one (in probably ten years!!).  But for the most part, I try, every day, to be kind, honest, respectful, and brave.  And to my friends and family, I try every day to be the best wife, mother, sister, friend, aunt, daughter and person that I can be – but I am not great every day which is why I have you all in my life to be brave with me, and brave for me.  And you know what – it really is OK to cry, because no matter what, somethings, whether you accept them or not, still hurt, and you can’t change them.  Being brave means showing your feelings – and having your voice heard; and the reward is often immeasurable – as it will be your family, friends and loved ones that will really know you and your feelings.  I am not a cryer – but I do think there is something quite cathartic about having enough courage to allow yourself to feel.  And to accept.  And to them get back up, and move forward.

Things in my thirties are not always what I thought they would be.  Life in general is not always as easy as you think it will be when you are 20!  Some of the most trying things are situational – the afternoon arsenic hour – which feels as though it lasts forEVER but it really is only an hour or so.  The tears.  The tantrums.  The deadlines.  The constant vying for your attention – from all over – and not being able to spread yourself thinly enough.  Because of this, I have dropped the ball in some areas.  I cannot remember the last time I had a hair cut.  I cannot remember ever, not being this busy.  And sometimes that is not a good thing.  As I see everything as a ‘to do list’ – which does not bode well with my husband and friends that don’t ‘work’ like that.  I can be over the top, involved, and so incredibly emotive.  But that is me – and it takes guts every day sometimes just to get up and face the daily routine, because I know that I will likely be outnumbered and harangued by my little army of children.  But I am getting better at accepting that maybe soon, the swings and roundabouts of life will see me spending more time with friends, family and loved ones.  I am being optimistically accepting hah!

I hope to acquire some stoic traits, and to be a little more open about not only how I feel, but what I want.  I hope, more importantly, that my kids can take Hayden’s lead, and be proactive in being brave, courageous, and strong.  Because it takes strength to get up again, and again, and again.  And that is ultimately what we all need to be able to do – be brave and be strong to our values, needs and feelings.IMG_1424

 

 

Project Life – half way there?!!

Time has literally flown this year! I have to say, I’m incredibly chuffed with not only keeping up to date with project life, but with the outcome! My kids and husband now love looking back, and it is amazing looking at how the kids have grown, changed and the seemingly ‘little’ things we have done each week.

The last few weeks I have had quite a few ‘hidden’ journaling cards as there has been a few events that have just been so emotive, that I felt it was more honest to ‘hide’ the journaling. Here are a few pages of late, using the studio calico PL kit ->

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I LOVE the Amy Tangerine stamps that came with this Studio Calico set!!

Here is another week, using a Polka Dot Creative Mini Kit ->

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I can’t believe that I’m up to week 26 and that more importantly, half the year is gone!

I am working on a few mini albums (love them!) – currently one each for the kids, and am going to wrap the half year mark up with a ‘currents’ for each of us – so what we are reading, watching, saying and doing as individuals and a family. I think I will start the next half of the year in a new album though – its getting heavy!

I am totally in love with PL and so glad I stumbled upon it!