lying on the floor in a puddle of sad

Lying on the floor in a puddle of sad.

That’s what Boyo was doing at the airport this afternoon when we took Monsieur Lapin Blanc to catch his flight.

In that moment, as I watched my child slump to the ground and cry I was torn between feeling utter frustration at his display and a desire to join him on the floor as he lay there crying. He had a freedom you see, that children have and most adults don’t. He felt free to express his emotions, not sanitised for socially acceptable consumption, just as they come.

Boyo was tired, and Boyo was overwhelmed. Boyo also wanted me to take out a personal loan to buy him a drink from the overpriced airport cafe because he didn’t bring his water bottle with him. I didn’t deal with it very well. I was tired and I was overwhelmed. I didn’t want to take out a personal loan to buy a drink from the overpriced airport cafe. Most of all, I didn’t want to be going home without Monsieur. My petulant inner child didn’t want to say goodbye to Monsieur because that’s hard. We said goodbye to Monsieur though, and went to a shop on the way home to buy comfort eating supplies (chocolate) and wrapping paper. Saying goodbye felt weird. I feel a bit weak. Knowing that it’s only for a few weeks, it shouldn’t be so hard, right? Well, it was. It is.

I know that Monsieur has his family waiting for him at the other end. His mother, his father, and his sister and her family are excited to see him after an absence of far more than three weeks, and he is excited to see them. I am pleased for him, that he has such wonderful things planned for the time he will have with his family. I desperately hope he has a fabulous time and I look forward to meeting his family when I join him at the end of the month. I just wish that saying seeya later didn’t feel so hard.

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return of the prodigal blogger

Well, well, well…

It’s been a while hasn’t it?

We’re in Geraldton now, the sprogs and I have been here for nearly two weeks. It’s been lovely to have our family all back together again.

So much news to share, so little desire to sit here typing for hours!

In a (fairly large) nutshell, here’s what we’ve been up to since the last post 6 weeks(!) ago…

My younger sister had a skate boarding accident (here’s a tip – wear a helmet if you’re planning to ride anything with wheels!) and pretty seriously hurt herself so I decided I’d head to Perth with the sprogs a little earlier than originally planned. I had hoped to help out a bit with my sister’s care since my Mum works casually and has no leave entitlements, as it turns out my sister is a terrible patient and can’t really hack being dependent on anyone so I wasn’t very useful anyway.

My elder sister came to Albany with her husband and their children to help me pack everything up, clean the house and get out of there. Words can’t describe how freaking awesome these people are!

My niece and nephew kept the sprogs well and truly entertained and helped them forget how much they missed their Dad in those early days. My sister came with her special brand of anal retentiveness and awesome cooking (I really, really don’t know anyone who cooks more amazing whole food and I’m not just writing that because I think my sister will read it either!). My brother in law revealed a skill set I was unaware he posessed when he showed himself to be the luggage tetris master. He managed to pack both kombis so full that I found myself making more “clown car” jokes than was probably necessary. My BIL also checked the kombis over for road worthiness, if I’m honest neither would really have escaped being slapped with a yellow sticker if they’d been pulled over that weekend but the major stuff was ok.

After scrubbing that house until it was cleaner that it had ever been before (well, certainly cleaner than the day we moved in to it at least), the sprogs and I piled in to Van Halen to head to Perth, and my sister drove their car which towed a trailer full of our junk while my BIL drove Brigit in convoy to their place on the south west coast where they’ll be garaging Brigit for us until we’re done here in Geraldton.

Once again my sister and her family have helped us out enormously, more than all we’ve ever done for them rolled in to one. It would have been nigh on impossible for me to manage the move and clean up alone, so I (we) are eternally grateful for the help.

In Perth the sprogs and I caught up with some friends, not as much as we’d have liked but the time we did share with old friends was lovely.

Staying with my Mum and sister was quite nice, particularly because the family in the town house next to Mum’s have a two year old daughter and a newborn daughter who both provided hours of entertainment for the sprogs. Spending time with Mum and my sister was nice too, although I felt fairly useless since I’d told myself I’d be helpful and my damned sister decided to need very little help after all!

Bean flew down to Perth a couple of weeks ago for his first R&R break and we drove back to Geraldton together a couple of days after he arrived.

The drive was smooth and fairly uneventful. Bean drove the whole way, figuring he owed it to me after I’d driven solo with the sprogs from Albany to Perth. The man’s a fool, I drove solo because it’s illegal to ask your child to take over! I’d have shared the drive if I had a willing and capable driver sitting in the passenger seat. Anyway, we left a grey and rainy Perth to arrive in a sunny, warm Geraldton and it’s been pretty much like that since we got here.

The locals are talking about how cold it is, and we’re thinking we’ve entered the endless Summer because it’s even warmer than Summer was in Albany this year.

I’ll rave a bit about Geraldton in another post, but for now I’ll leave it at this – THE PLAYGROUNDS HERE ARE AWESOME!

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perth in pictures

A very tolerant old dog.

Gifts given and received, fun memories made with cousins.

Many amazing meals shared.

Funny toddler antics.

 Lots of time spent in water.

Total exhaustion…

We go home tomorrow.

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this is perth

Hello from sunny, sunny, sunny, sunny, sunny, sunny etc. Perth.

It was raining when we left Albany so it was quite a shock to arrive in Perth and pretty much just melt.

It’s funny how quickly one gets used to cooler weather, and forgets all about the horrid, oppressive heat of one’s birthplace.

“One” being me, of course.

We chose to move from Perth to Denmark for several reasons, one of which (right near the top of the list) was the weather. Of course, we aimed for Denmark and missed so we landed in Albany. Just short. We’ll get there soon enough. For now, Albany’s weather is kind enough to us.

Anyway, back to Perth. (Do I have to? Really?)

It’s hot here. Really, really hot. Whinge, whinge. It’s hot.

It’s been lovely seeing my family, and the few friends we’ve managed to see. The sproggets have had such a lovely, lovely time playing with their cousins and my appointment with the nutritional doctor, which I’ll probably write about when I get my head around all the information I’ve been given, was fantastic.



For those reasons I’m very glad we’ve come, and yet I’ll be very glad when we’re home again. Home where peak hour traffic doesn’t exist. Home where air smells fresher. Home where I can comfortably wear my jeans in the same week I can feel hot enough to go for a swim at one of the many gorgeous and deserted beaches nearby.

Oh yes, I am truly made for small town coastal life. Not that Albany is a small town, hey even Albany is too big for me but it’s quite a bit smaller than a city which is how I like my home to be. The city is the place to be for so many, but not for me. It’s nice to visit occasionally, to remember why I left. I’m just not made for such a busy place and I’m certainly not made for such a hot place!

Now that my weather whinge is out of the way, I’ve some reading to do. I’ll post more about what we’ve actually been doing in Perth, other than melting, in the next few days.

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a holiday

Since December 23rd Bean has been off work. He’ll return to work Monday 16th January, with a new employer. Originally he’d booked just next week off. He was supposed to work all days except public holidays between Christmas time and new year and the first week of January but his ex-employer is so quiet he asked Bean to take the extra time off. Lucky really, since Bean had planned to find alternative employment anyway. The job hunting took just one day, he cold called about a job that morning and was offered a job that afternoon.

Since this time off wasn’t planned, and has been organised a day at a time we haven’t really gone anywhere far from home. We’ve had a lovely Summer staycation here on the south coast, although some days the only hint it’s Summer has been the sunflowers in bloom! We’ve spent some time together, just regrouping and celebrating the end of Bean’s apprenticeship and we’ve spent some time with friends just a little way from our home. I had thought having all of us in the little shed a lot more than we normally are would drive me up the wall, but it’s been ok really. I’m pretty sick of it now, and I have a pretty short fuse because of it, but we’re about to have one week’s holiday from the little shed which is just perfect timing really.

Tomorrow we’re heading to sunny Perth. We’re looking forward to catching up with family and spending as much time with them as we can in the time we’re there. It’s particularly exciting to be visiting this time because aside from seeing the family who live in Perth we’ll be seeing my older sister and her family there too, they don’t live in Perth either so it’s great timing that we’ll all be there next week. Bean is looking forward to seeing my brother-in-law, I’m looking forward to seeing my sister, and the sproggets are excited to play with their cousins.

Tonight we’re packing clothes, road trip snacks (savoury muffins, popcorn, local cherries and local macadamias), and other random assorted things we think we need to take and hopefully all having a very early night before we set off at sparrow fart tomorrow.

See you on the Perth side. What a week we have planned!

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Moe turned two last week.

He had a wonderful birthday. My Mum visited from Perth and we had a little party at a park next to the beach with three other families.

We had a bit of a birthday cake drama because I rushed Jude Blereau‘s butter cream icing recipe (the first time it hasn’t worked for me!), so we ended up buying a cake (rather embarrassing for me!) and getting to our own party a bit late. Luckily two of the three families were already late and my Mum was too. What’s a birthday party without a little drama huh?

Moe’s birthday was a lovely celebration of two delightful years with a delightful little mate.

It feels like a lifetime ago I was birthing him. Indeed it is a lifetime for Moe, but such a short, sweet two years for me…

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Last Thursday was my birthday and while I’ve thoroughly enjoyed a birthday festival of sorts, I have not got a single photo of it!

Wednesday night I went out to dinner, delicious Thai, with the folk from my aromatherapy course (which has sadly ended now), then dropped by the motel my Mum chose to stay at for a quick visit since she’d just got in to town.

Thursday morning my Mum and the sproggets took me shopping for some new clothes, which was lovely and perfectly timed since it’s been getting warmer lately and I’d had a little hissy fit about not having any short sleeved tops just before going out Wednesday night. It’s been long sleeve top kind of cold for so long now that I never thought to replace my old, stained, raggy short sleeved tops when we culled our “stuff” to move into the shed. Logically I knew it wouldn’t be long sleeve top weather forever, but funds have been tight over the last few months so it was never a priority to replace old clothes. Incidentally, I’m sure I’m not the only one disappointed with how poorly made off-the-rack mass produced clothes are these days. Nothing is made to last, seams don’t match up, fabric isn’t cut with any care about the direction of the grain. All this stuff is showing up in the op shops too (if it lasts long enough to be worn by more than one person!), so even buying second hand is frustrating now. The poor ethics of mass produced clothing made in sweat shops aside, I know off-the-rack clothing has never been really flash, but the “quality” is laughable now. I’ve always been a bit afraid to make clothes for myself or the sprogs in case I mess up and waste the fabric, but I really don’t think I’d make anything worse than I’d buy in a store (brand new or second hand!) these days so I’m keen to give it a go now. I’m missing sewing quilts too, so I’m really looking forward to the mythical wash house finally being built (16 weeks now and still no sign of it!) so I can find a bit of space to store my sewing machine in the shed. Until then, it’s having a holiday at Mum’s place. Anyway, I’ve digressed…. I now have some new short sleeve tops and singlets, as well as a couple of nice little cotton cardigans that are just perfect for layering in this fickle weather town.

Thursday afternoon we drove to Denmark. We stopped at the playground for a while when we first arrived but it was so hot in the sun we decided to get some lunch then head back to the playground in the afternoon when the sun was a little lower in the sky. While we were eating lunch it started raining, big drops of rain, and then a thunderstorm! We decided to head back to Albany to get the sprogs t0 bed for a daysleep, since we had planned to go out for dinner. The sprogs didn’t end up sleeping, but we had a little rest at Mum’s motel anyway. While we were there, her motel room flooded a little, like many other parts of Albany as a huge amount of water was dumped on the earth in a short amount of time. How very different from the sunny morning that we had (ironically) spent indoors. I got a call from Bean, telling me he’d been just a couple of metres away when lighting had struck his workshop! How lucky we all are that he wasn’t hurt.

Thursday night was still rainy, a little lighter than it was over the afternoon, but still quite wet. We went out for dinner at a (pretty new) Indian restaurant, which was fabulous! The food was delicious and the service was great. I’m really glad we tried it.

Friday morning, Mum and I took the sprogs to their circus class but the instructor was sick so it’d been canceled. We decided to take them to the indoor play gym since it was still raining and they’d missed out on the chance to burn up some kid energy while being dragged around shops and driving to Denmark and back for my birthday. The play gym had to open a little bit later than normal because it had also been flooded a bit, so we went to a nearby op shop for a look while we waited and we scored a few plates, books and clothes there. The play gym hit the spot, the sprogs had a lovely time. Mum went home to Perth from there, and I took the sprogs back to the shed to rest and tidy up.

My sister and her family came camping half way between Albany and Denmark over the weekend so we got to spend some time with them too. Bean, the sprogs and I went to the farmer’s market Saturday morning to get our weekly fresh produce then it was back to the park in Denmark Saturday for a BBQ lunch with the family, then along to Green’s Pool for an afternoon explore. It was absolutely beautiful. Gorgeous location and fabulous company. We all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. We said goodbye as the sun began to set and grabbed a pizza in Denmark on the way back through. Delicious pizza!

The family did their own thing in Denmark Sunday and came to visit us Sunday night. We managed to all squeeze in to the shed, surprisingly comfortably, and sample some delicious local foods – goats cheese from Ringwould, chutney from Bathgate, Macadamias and of course the delicious raw milk (and now raw cream too!) from our friends. We just ordered takeaway noodles for dinner, rather than continuing the amazing local food theme by making dinner – no one could be bothered really! The sprogs played well with their cousins and the evening passed altogether too quickly. I miss my sister and her family, we all do. We’ll see them again soon though.

So, the visitors are all gone now. The birthday festival is finished. I’ve eaten out or had takeaway for 5 nights in a row, and it was lovely. Now I’m really looking forward to a homecooked meal and an early night tonight.

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