Deep dark confession time. On occasion I am a fan of fast cars. Perhaps even worse I have liked cars since I was quite young.
I am at the F1 Australian Grand Prix at Albert Park this weekend. I have always wanted to go in the grandstand, so this year have grand stand tickets at silly dollars – yay something ticked off my “do before I die” list. And for me worth the price.
And what I am really enjoying…for once it is the male persuasion queuing for the toilets rather than me! Yippee!! How often can a girl say that?
Image courtesy of http://www.grandprix.com.au/
We are conscientious in the purchase of goods, an example being buying refills instead of a whole new bottle. With a small child (ok and with messy adults!) spray on stain remover is bloody useful. Bought the refill the other day as getting towards low on the existing bottle. This morning it was time to do the swap over. Not being wasteful I tip the last little bit from the old bottle into the new bottle and then go to screw on the spray part of the bottle. They have changed the bloody size – it does not fit. I am not known as a swearer but I dropped the f-bomb (small child not in the house so no ears were harmed). So I then had to pour the entirely new bottle into the old bottle. I can tell you this is not the way to start a day. P*ssed off! Having vented I now feel much better.
…when your four and a half year old undoes the kid safety lock for you so you can get the laundry detergent out. Methinks it is time we took that lock off the laundry cupboard door!
We buy a bright pink cookie with 100s and 1000s for her, and for me a packet of crisps. What do I eat…that pink smiley face cookie! Need I say more?!
On my day off with my little girl when she was having a rare nap (I am so sad those days are now almost gone!) I sat in our courtyard garden to eat my lunch and read a book (something I never do), and instead of stopping once I had eaten I decided to stay put and carry on reading – this should not be the definition of a guilty mother.
I felt a little indulgent and rather relaxed, but a thought pushed its way into my head, I should not feel guilty – it is a day off – if I cannot even feel like I am allowed a couple of hours to myself once in a blue moon there is something wrong. I would like to blame modern life (and there is something in that), but I have to take a share of the blame. Now this is daylight from where I was a year ago. But the fact that I have entitled this mother guilt still talks of a life too busy, too much on the plate, not enough down time (a conversation that my other half and I actively have, with further steps in motion).
So to all you mums (and dads) out there – there is no guilt in taking some time for yourself – make sure you do from time to time.
Site of aforementioned book reading. Photo doesn’t do courtyard justice – when sitting on the couch you are looking at the hanging flower baskets on the fence and the sky!
It is not letting her wear boots on a hot day. But it is your three and a half year old telling you those boots are too small at the end of the day and discovering the tops of her wee toes have been rubbed so they are a bit raw – and she is now only able to wear one pair of sandals that do not touch her toes where they are sore until they heal. :o(
…I let my little girl watch The Big Bang Theory tonight. She is the daughter of two science trained parents, so technically may just be preempting a possible future outcome! Though I was quite surprised she identified when two folk were kissing.
However I managed to negotiate with ease for her to go to the toilet and get into her night time nappy (we are are in toilet training) in the first set of ads, and do her teeth in the second. Hopefully no harm done in one night, and damn cute when she said big bang – I will only worry if she asks for it again tomorrow!