Down Time

Sometimes it’s important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it’s essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow. ~Douglas Pagels, These Are the Gifts I’d Like to Give to You

With all the fifty-bazillion things we have to do, remember to do and remember we’ve done, it’s pretty important to let loose a little, relax, de-stress and get some much needed down time.

Other than sleeping, my current down-time activities are either watching True Blood (totally cheesy for the most part but entertaining nonetheless) and playing League of Legends online, something that my partner has roped me into playing. I’m still learning and he can be very bossy, but it’s still a fun game lol

I think we all need a bit of nonsense in our lives, so we don’t go insane.

How do you wind down? Do you play silly games or watch cheesy shows?

I need your help! Meal planning – where do I begin?

Moving around so much has really disrupted everything I once had in order. I need some help with meal planning. Meals that fussy kids will eat, but that won’t be boring or unhealthy for grown ups.

OR, should I do a separate kids dinner and grown ups dinner? Does anyone do that and find it successful?

I’ve got one kid who won’t eat meat. Two that won’t eat rice. One will only eat sausages. They all eat potato. One will eat beans. They all eat corn/peas. Two eat carrots…it’s frustrating! I don’t want to cook fifty meals, or eat the same boring limited range of foods that the kids will eat.

I need meal plan help. Recipes. I don’t own a thermomix, so none of those please. I am also a terrible cook. So it has to be easy haha. Oh dear. I fail as a domestic goddess.

Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got til you move.

My house is littered with moving boxes, almost all of them have been opened and half sorted, then given up on. I have far too much stuff. Most of it is literally just useless ‘stuff’. Trying to find a home for everything is a daunting task.

I think we’ve been here almost a month? I can’t even remember when we moved in. All I can remember is that we still have to collect our things from about 4 different storage locations and try to cram them into this sardine tin of a house. (If you missed the catch up)

I shouldn’t knock the house really. It’s not that small. Just 1/3 of the size of our last place. Everything has it’s pros and cons. A big house means more space, more privacy but also more to clean. A smaller place, the opposite. I could have sworn with the previous move I got rid of loads of stuff, but yet I have more to go through. I’m a hoarder. It’s hard to let go. There’s so many memories I want to hold onto, but feel like it’s an injustice to the memory to part with it’s physical tokens. I really need someone else to do it. Clear out all the things and just start again with a minimalist approach.

Slowly I’ve been selling things off. Currently I am parting with some of my shoe collection. I’ve done it once before. It’s painful. But it has to be done. I’ve cleaned out a heap of clothes. The choice to do so was made easier by the fact that I’ve put on so much weight that I no longer fit into them. At least selling stuff helps on the money front. I thought I was getting ahead when I sold a few things this week, but then we locked ourselves out of the house and had to get a locksmith. We rent privately and our landlord was away. It’s really weird, and annoting, how moving house completely screws you financially. We’ve moved into a place significantly cheaper than the last, and we were better off before?? That’s because of the removalist, the end of lease clean, the carpet clean, the petrol back and forth, the storage units. Ugh.

Hopefully we can catch back up.

How do I stop my kids from murdering each other?

Seriously. I would really like to know.

From the moment they wake, to the moment they fall asleep at night, the kids constantly annoy, harass, fight, attack, tease and trick each other.

The screaming is endless.

The yelling is endless.

The crying is endless.

And that is just from me, let alone the kids.

They just won’t stop.

I can’t even separate them into different rooms. It’s a 3 bedroom house with 4 kids, and no yard. I am losing my freaking mind.

Send help.

From here, to there, and back again..

2 months on. I’ve been super busy.
Just when we were almost unpacked and settled into our new home, the landlords decided they wanted to move back in. I knew it would happen. Deep down. We took a risk on a 6 month lease in a new town with zero rental options. We looked around the area as long as possible, but there was nothing suitable for large young family. We had no option but to move back to the town we came from. The kids still had school stuff from there, and I had only just bought all new school stuff for the new school school fees etc. So it was easier just to go back.

I wanted to get them back into the old school as early as possible, but we couldn’t find a place to rent. I ended up moving in with my parents for two weeks until we finally got accepted for a house. It seemed like we weren’t going to get a place. Being homeless is depressing.

The move itself cost a small fortune. We’re now broke and owe my parents a lot of money. I hope when my kids have grown up I will be able to provide the same support to them.

We’re settling in to the new place, slowly. Boxes everywhere. We got everything out of one rat infested storage unit (including all the stuff the rats ate through and shat on, that the rental place claims comes ‘part and parcel’ with renting a storage unit), and only a handful of things left in another. Routine is hard to establish again. Normalcy is hard to establish again.

My throat condition has worsened again, I am still waiting for a call back from my referral. I put on 20kg in the last 6 months. Lost 4 kilos last week when I had Salmonella, of all things. Now I am getting over a cold, a cold-sore, and I’m not sure my partner loves me anymore. Will things get better before they get worse? Stay tuned for another episode of how messed up my life is..

Oh, and I turned 30.