Decisions, Decisions

Husband is boozing it up at some beer conference tonight, so I can do whatever I want, so long as it starts at 8pm after the boys are in bed. And I want to do so many things, which means I will probably do nothing. I will be stricken by my indecision and start a project at 10.45, with some super awesome late night movie on in the background. Oh, the procrastination!
When Husband is home we hang out, so when he is away I am usually far more productive. Here is my specific dilemma: Sewing vs Outlander.
I want to sew a new skirt for tea on Sunday; I want to start watching Outlander for many reasons, among them being picking up some local (highly accurate) phrases for when we go to Scotland during Summer, and to check out the (ahem) dresses.
That leaves 1.25 hours for me to procrastinate while the boys are running around, and a further 3 hours before my eyes close against my volition. Hmmm.

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That basket is full of quilting pieces, not laundry

It’s not like I don’t have the equipment literally lying around, as well as many, many other things, obviously.

PROS
I want a new skirt
I have fabric screaming to be made into something cute
The boys have been banished outside

CONS
I will have to clean off the table. And possibly other work surfaces.
I will then have to deal with dinner dishes
I might as well do some laundry, probably multiple loads
Oh, I forgot about making school lunches for tomorrow
Tidying up will make me consider the two hanging halloween ghosts that really should be put away

Husband just rang to (rub it in) check in before he gets wasted for the night, so I’m going to eat his chocolate and worry about the rest later, post tea and vodka.
Cheers.
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Am I Even Lifting Today, Bro?

Woke up and decided to stay in bed because today is “late start Wednesday”, but that doesnt apply to 4yo, so I had to get up eventually. And make lunches that I didn’t worry about last night. I thought about ignoring the gym today but I didnt know what clothes to wear to take 4yo to school, so I put on my workout gear because it’s easy, and then I might as well go to the gym since I look like it. I might as well also do some cardio, too, since there is still one piece of grand marnier and chocolate mousse cake left.
I should have just eaten it for breakfast and forgotten about it.
Damn it.

A Step by Step Guide to an Anniversary

9 years married today. We celebrated last night with a nice dinner after the boys were in bed.

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Step 1: Mood lighting

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Step 2: Tear off the “label” from a tall pot you bought at a yard sale.

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Step 3: Fill with ice.

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Step 4: Find the smallest possible birds to roast.

Step 5: Arrange sweetly on plates. Take several bites using civilised cutlery before cursing the tiny, tiny bones that need to be picked apart.

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Step 6: Drink at least as many glasses of bubbles as you have children. At least.

Step 8: There are no photos of this step.

Minty Freshness

My boys regularly make messes, no surprises there. There are various ways to clean up said messes, not limited to using tea towels, hand towels, napkins or bath towels. We don’t have tissues or hand towels and haven’t for a year or thereabouts, and sometimes the boys don’t know what I mean if I tell them to grab some paper.
This morning 6yo squeezed the toothpaste too much, because they really do only need a teeny tiny smidge of that stuff. I didn’t want it on cloth towels and they were all waving it around and it was surely only a matter of time before it smeared in eyes or on cupboards. Sigh. “Wipe it off on some toilet paper” I said. And that is what someone did. I didn’t specify – and they didn’t extrapolate – exactly what that process should have entailed.
I just went to the bathroom before coming to the gym… this will be an interesting work out.

It’s a Rich Man’s world

8yo told me the other day that we are wasting our money – he might actually have said we are flushing it down the toilet, since they are all on a poo/stinky/toilet humour kick right now – by buying school pants, because the knees always get torn. My response was something along the lines of “put on your pajamas and get in bed NOW”, but I think I might also briefly have touched on the merits of ruining only one specific type of pants during school, rather than every single pair they own.
The big boys don’t like wearing their school pants because not many of the other kids wear blue chinos, but Husband and I can hardly bear to see the kids not wearing school uniforms and so blue chinos is our compromise. The knees do get torn to shreds, of course, and I fix them when I can (when the sewing basket overflows) and then I cut off all the legs and sew them into shorts. I’ve tried those cute monster patches but 8yo abhors anything that will draw further attention. Granted, the second week of the new school year, those chinos aren’t so elementary school chic as they were the previous week, but I’m not ready to give up on them yet.
There are, in fact, so many other things that I might be construed as wasting our money on, even moreso then blue chinos for elementary-aged monkeys, and my list is thus:

Bedding. The boys use a fitted sheet, and a blanket. Sometimes a sleeping bag.

Beds. Sometimes the kids sleep on the floor under their beds. Sometimes they do this for days on end because “it’s fun”. I wish they would have told us that before we spent money on keeping them comfortable off the floor.

Bedroom Furniture. Their clothes are strewn from hell to breakfast at the best of times – especially inside their wardrobe – and then rolled up and stuffed into half open drawers. I could easily have kept all those plastic bags from grocery shopping (before I stopped using them) for clothing storage. I might also have been able to find an abandoned shopping trolley to store them in.

Toys. We have had endless hours of enthusiastic engagement and hilarity from cardboard boxes and tape. Maybe even some bubblewrap. But mostly just cardboard and whatever other pieces of random actual garbage are lying around. I built a NASA substation a few years ago with nappy boxes, an old earphone set from a plane trip, a few paper cups, an old computer keyboard and I don’t even know what other stuff was jammed into the cardboard. The point is that those pieces of cardboard taped together haphazardly were THE most awesome toy ever. The cost was zero. I mean, priceless.

Puzzles. They get emptied onto the floor semi-regularly, and thrown back into a box containing pieces from all of the 27 rarely-used puzzles because it’s too hard to sort them out.

Toy Storage. No explanation needed.

Vitamins. We don’t actually get these very often, and I’m sure it’s because 4yo picks his nose and eats it all the stinking time, sometimes just to spite us because we ask or tell him not to. His immune system could take a holiday for a month and still have nothing to worry about; he’s eaten so many boogers he’s got immunity banked up for bloody ages.

Cutlery. Nothing new here.

Table Cloths. I should know better than to waste money on table cloths.

You get the idea. I could buy many, many pairs of blue chinos with the money saved from not buying even just some of the items on this list. Or I could buy more wine, a massage, regular haircuts or relaxing treatments of various kinds so I would stop worrying about what I was wasting all our money on besides school pants.

Indirect TV

We have given up television, mostly. We have cut off our cable and the boys were sad for a few minutes, and then they remembered the plethora of lego and other forgotten toys that are plastered all over the spare room, and they scattered. Husband and I were less concerned because the few shows that we follow are on free to air channels, and we have been able to watch them online. Except Greys, because that’s on ABC and you have to wait an entire week after the show airs before you can watch it online. What’s up with that? And apparently they don’t keep old episodes on for long, so now I am way behind on Scandal because they took down the episodes I was due to watch. Way to go, ABC.
The show that we are sad to lose is The Americans because WOW, it’s awesome, and because they were just about to welcome Paige into their red commie fold. I have heart palpitations just from the ads for that show, it’s that good! But don’t talk about it since we can’t watch it anymore.
We don’t have Netflix but we do have Amazon Prime, but we don’t have heaps of time to spend in front of the box, so we aren’t really missing it. Also, it’s going to be summer, so, bring on the activities. And also, we have country satellite internet, and even though it’s meant to be good, it’s not that good, so we can’t be downloading or watching online loads of shows. It’s not like we don’t have a shit ton of DVD stashed away, sad and forgotten in the age of clouds and mp3s and whatevers.
Our lives are fuller, though, even if I don’t always have a convenient babysitter, because there will be more opportunities for patience (give it to me NOW), conflict resolution (stop hitting me!), problem solving (he took it from me!) and self confidence (I don’t need your help!). So many ways to grow and learn together! Let the good times roll.

8 Years Old Tomorrow

We had a great time on our spring break driving holiday, if there is such a thing as a holiday whilst driving with one’s family. However, I knew I had a lot of work ahead of me for would-then-be-8yo’s birthday party. Partly because of the amount of actual things to organise, but also because we went back to our normal routine of gyming in the morning, school for 4yo twice during the week, and a good amount of whining and fighting in between. Plus yard work, laundry, wine, unpacking, and general pottering.
I thought about making a list of everything I wanted to do, but really that is just more procrastinsting. So I made a few lists, combined lists, whittled down lists, etc. I did a bit of shopping during the week for odds and ends that I wanted, but did most of it the day before the party. I also did most of the printing the day of, after much cleaning and tidying the day of. About an hour before the party I became philosophical about the timing, and then pulled it all together pretty well.
I also made the cake the morning of – risky!
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But I remembered that I had broken the large glass bowl a few weeks before, and hadn’t been to Goodwill to find a replacement. I had to use a random mixing bowl and hold up the beaters – yay biceps! I wanted to have reversed lettering for the icing so we could use a mirror for the “secret message”, but the icing did not cooperate.
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So a few things didn’t work out, but I had a secret weapon, a top secret weapon.

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A Top Secret stamp! It legitimized everything, including the food signs (secret snacks)

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Devilish double agents

and some of the clues.
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I found some of the ideas on pinterest, of course, but I’m sort of awesome for birthday party ideas, too.

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Everyone made spy ID cards, ate that cake, did a laser obstacle course,

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ran around like the kids in Lord of the Flies, then regrouped for a Secret Mission.
I shredded the message so the kids could piece it back together, like an episode of The X Files I had seen, but the shredder actually shredded it, so…

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…I just cut it up myself. It took a while but eventually the message was reconstructed, and they were off looking for more clues.

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The gist was gold was stolen and it had to be found and given to the birthday boy (duh). The cool thing was the gold was actually Gold Lego pieces, which I got from thinkgeek.com and 8yo’s secret spy name is Gold Lego Bar, haha!

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We couldn’t have had better weather, and we had a group of awesome kids and great parents hanging out for a campfire after everything. If I had had more time, I could have made “evidence” for everyone to burn.
This year we had no presents at the party, those days are gone for us now, and I managed to have NO CANDY, awesome! We had a bunch of brown paper bags left over from I don’t know what, and so the kids took home an invisible ink pen, their I’d card and a spy-sized telescope. If I hadn’t left absolutely everything to the last minute, like “hiding clues 3.5 minutes before guests arrived” last minute, I could have scrambled the clues and made decoder wheels
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for all and sundry, but those things are a lot of work.
Anyhoo, it was a great day and thank goodness it’s over.

The Sad Runners club

I’ve been roped into doing a running relay event in a few months. The funny (not funny?) thing is, I ain’t a runner. The feeling of the caboose jumping around at the end of the track back there is not my fave feeling, at all. Ever. Actual running has never been my forte, but here I am.
I’ve been gyming my heart out for 18 months and am strong like bull, at least compared to what I used to be, but the so called “joy of running” still eludes me. But I must keep searching because the weeks are declining, and not in my favour. Husband suggested I cut out the step aerobic classes, much to my displeasure, because I’ve had 2 calf strains on the same leg, and although I love dancing around on a potentially ankle wrecking bench, I have to save myself for the trails and roadsides of the high country. Sigh.
So today I ran 2 10 minute legs. Sure, it was on a treadmill, so maybe it wasn’t real running,  but it was caboose-rocking and in sharp contrast to whatever other machine I had already punished myself on for eating all that delicious pad thai last night. I huffed and I puffed, then I sent texts congratulating myself on orchestrating world peace, or rocking that caboose and living to tell about it. They both felt on par. And then I went back and did it again, and got further on the hypothetical recurrent track than before. So the pressure is on to do it again tomorrow, and perhaps the day after that. And perhaps, for real when the boys are at school next week. That might be pushing it, though. But you get the idea. Ahem, Camila.

Dad, Dad, Daddio

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When I first saw this crazy guy, he was hiding in the shadows of a hat a chest hair…
When I first met this crazy guy I thought he was the hottest thing out, then he changed his clothes on the street in front of me…
Life hasn’t dealt either of us the best of hands all the time, and yet, here we are.
I think our densities would always have brought us together, in parallel universes as well.
Density is a powerful force.

So Sew

I just finished reading through 365+ days of sewing on Refashionista.net Wow, just wow! I didn’t like all of the end products, but what a great idea and an amazing amount of sewing! I try to think of all the shit I try to cram into my day and am lucky when I can squeeze new things in, or just keep the kitchen tidy. I’d love to be seeing more, and maybe doing more with what I sew, but the same applies to much of the bullshit I busy myself with.
I can dream.