Thursday, 29 December 2011

Another Christmas Gone - Another Family Disaster

Ever feel like you are just sinking under a giant pile of you know what?

Well, that's exactly how I feel at the moment.  I look at other families and I think, wow, what a wonderful life they have.  Everyone seems so happy and so loving.  It's just that perfect picture of happy families that we all strive to achieve.  And then there is me and my seriously dysfunctional family that doesn't even come close to that happy picture.

As many of you know I lost my brother to suicide last year.  It was the worst time of my life.  Something I honestly thought I would never ever EVER have to live through.  It was something I never thought I would ever have to face in a million years.  Obviously I was completely wrong.

I seriously hope I don't sound completely heartless when I say this but as a result of my gorgeous brother's death, my mother has now become completely unbearable.  And I mean unbearable.  As in, I seriously can't deal with her any more. 

I hate airing dirty laundry for all to see and read, but then you know what.......I think of what a wonderful supportive community of mummy bloggers are out there and I think, it's okay.  They won't judge me.  They will listen, and although they don't know me, they actually care about me.  And for that, I thank you.

As it stands, as at last night, apparently I no longer have a mum.  But that's okay.  Because I have a truly wonderful mother in law who has faced hardships and issues that no one should have to face.  And she loves me for who I am, and most importantly, she doesn't judge me.  She is just there for me.

I won't bore you all silly with what caused me to longer have a mum, needless to say, I can no longer deal with the martyr-dm that is my mother and the way she deals with things.  Please don't misunderstand me.  I know she has lost a son.  And she lost a beautiful, talented, amazing son, but I'm still here.  I'm still right in front of her.  I have given her three beautiful grandsons, all-be-it slightly feral ones at times, but that's boys for you isn't it?

I don't know if mum and I can salvage a relationship after what has just happened, and that is something I will have to live with, but I can't go on the way things are. 
The person I feel most sorry for is my beautiful Dad.  He's such a quiet un-assuming man, and he tolerates so much.  He, like my brother was, is an intellectual, a physicist to be exact.  Me, well I love watching trash TV like the Kardashians so I know I don't have his genes - LOL.  But at the same time I know he loves me, and he just shakes his head in humour at the fact that I don't have the ABC network on my radar.  Although I have to admit, he has threatened to write me out of the will on more than one occasion for my love of the Collingwood Football Club, something I can't help I'm sorry, black and white thru and thru I am.

I suppose out of all of this, what I'm trying to say, is just be you.  Be who you are and don't make apologies for that.  Because at the end of the day, you are only answerable to yourself, and if you can live with that, then you must be doing okay.

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Thursday, 22 December 2011

A Boy And His Bat

Those of you that follow my blog would be used to my ramblings about cricket - with the 3 boys there is no hope.

I did think that maybe the youngest may choose a different summer sport when he is older but as you can see, no such luck.

Look out Michael Clarke

Check out the bowling action....

What sports do you think your little one is going to take up?

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

End of Year Gallery

This a blog in pictures this time.

Thought I would share with you some end of year masterpieces from the boys.

What do you think?

City Scape

Here Fishy Fishy

Beachside Retreat

Has anyone seen summer?

Christmas Time

Autumn Days



And thanks to Harry & Cohen for letting me share their works of art.

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Sunday, 11 December 2011

A Roller Coaster, A Christmas Tree, And A Toy Soldier

As the mother of 3 boys you can imagine what my life is surrounded by.  Cricket, dirt, smelly things, cricket, footy, washing that never ends, cricket, more dirt, and more cricket.

Well yesterday I put my foot down.  I told said family that as the only female in the house (other than the cat) it was my day.  They were all coming into the city with me to look at the Christmas decorations and they were going to enjoy it whether they liked it or not.  They were going to admire all the lights and they were going to say "ooooh, ahhhh, aren't they pretty!!!!" 

Of course I could see the joy written all over their faces, in fact I'm sure I heard hubby say "you know there are more of us, we could revolt".  Thankfully he thought better of that extremely quickly. 

So we piled into the car, again with reminders of "you will behave, you will put a smile on your faces, and you will go gaga over the pretty decorations", which of course was met with promises of "yes mum, okay mum".

We parked over at Darling Harbour and caught the roller coaster over to the QVB building.  For those of you that don't have a 6 year old, a roller coaster is actually the monorail.  After 10min of hysterical crying because he didn't want to go on the roller coaster, (what if it fell off the tracks and we all died), the monorail finally arrived and we managed to encourage him drag him kicking and screaming.  Of course after 30sec he loved it and we had to do a full loop before he would allow us to get off at the QVB.

So let me set the scene for you.  We walk into the QVB filled with it's beautiful fairy lights, magnificent tree decorated with swarkovski crystals and the crystal cave where Santa sits.  It starts with the 10+ year old who instantly starts with the "I'm hungry, when are we having afternoon tea" (he just had lunch), a 6 old who's tummy is "killing" him because he is starving (he too had just had lunch), and a husband muttering under his breath about the "crowds".  The baby at this stage is quite happy in his pram, so that is something I suppose.

I "forced" the family to stand in front of the tree and smile for the camera - you can see just how delighted they are. After more whinging re their lack of food they found a model shop full of toy soldiers, trains, cars, planes and anything else that moved which of course they thought was just fabulous.

We left the QVB and the 10+ year says to me, "Mum, that was awesome".  I smiled and said that's great buddy, what did you like the best?  "Oh, easily those little soldiers - did you see them, they were cool!!!"  I thought I might actually self-combust then so he was very quick to add "oh, and the tree was okay too."  Was he seriously trying to tell me the highlight was the hobby shop!!!!

This of course put me in a mood for at least the next hour as I stomped and pouted my way back to the monorail and back to Darling Harbour to find something for dinner.  My husband's idea of trying to cheer me up was to simply shrug his shoulders and say "Well, they are boys". 

Dinner was the usual fun event I have come to expect from dining with a 20month old.  After wandering around Cockle Bay and Harbourside trying to find a restaurant with main meals less than $50 each we finally settled on one over-looking the harbour.  The 10 year old refused point blank to order off the kids menu for $7 so instead he had to order a $20 chicken schnitzel (which he didn't finish), the husband had to order the biggest (and most expensive) steak on the menu, the 6 year old had to insist that his stomach had since died from hunger pains so he couldn't possibly eat now and the 20month old proceeded to throw his food at us while the 10 year old shouted "incoming". 

It was at that point that I thought to myself, why am I even looking at the menu - just bring me the list of alcohol available.

Yet we got thru dinner, broke, but relatively unscathed from flying objects and thought we would go for a stroll over to the playground area.  There was a moment where I thought I would seriously lose the plot when the boys asked what was for dessert because they were hungry, but I was very proud of myself.  I took a deep breath and looked at the "pretty" Christmas tree and instead chose to simply ignore them.

After another loop of the roller coaster the boys saw the sign stating that every Saturday night was fireworks night from 9pm so it was back down to Harbourside to ooh and ahh over the sky as it lit up, while calming the 20month old that everything was okay.

We somehow managed to pile them all back into the car and head home.  All three of them were asleep before we even left the carpark.  I sat back, took a deep breath and thought, "yep, they were pretty cool toy soldiers weren't they."


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Sunday, 4 December 2011


Ok I am seriously freaking out now.  It's like the world has ended (and I'm allowed to be melodramatic remember - we've had serious tragedies this last 18 months)......anyway, I digress.  Back to my serious drama.


Yes, I did.  In fact not just one, but two.  How is that even possible?  Only old people are supposed to go grey.  And I'm not old, am I? 

I can't be.  My parents are grey, the grandparents up at the shopping centre are grey- I'm not supposed to be grey.

I'm not ready to play bingo yet -barefoot bowls is kinda cool, but lawn bowls????

Does this mean this is how my kids see me?  When my eldest asked me if we had TV back "in the olden days" he obviously wasn't joking - argh......that's how he sees me.  OLD.

Of course, it's all good now because said grey hair was ripped out at the roots, and if I go bald pulling out every one that follows well then so be it.

And yes, thank you very much, I do know I'm being melodramatic.........

Have you had that sudden realisation that you are getting older - are you coping or, like me, do you just plan to stick your head in the sand and ignore it - LOL.


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