And just like that, there we are. WordPress dashboard and me having a drink together at a reunion, all awkward and shit. Hopefully it will forgive my goofy gaffes and conversation faux pas and one day I’ll remember how to do this again.
Thanks so much for stopping by yesterday and letting me know your thoughts, I really do appreciate it. One can get caught up so much into one’s own experience you forget to see how it looks to other people. So the tribal council has spoken and I’m here to waffle on another day.
I still can’t believe how fast these school holidays have gone by, the last week of school and Easter weekend and the first week of holidays was pretty full-on, I had obligations coming out my ears and Sunday was the first day I sat down with a stack of books and told everyone to imagine the hulking figure in tracksuit pants on the corner of the couch was a figment of their imagination. Lunchbox took the kids to the pool and I read cookbooks and watched an episode of the Real Housewives of Melbourne because I was at a thing the day before that Gina Liano was at, I made a last-minute emergency crochet video, looked up funny memes, and finally started season 5 of Downton Abbey so I could stop shrieking and changing the channel every time the new ads come on.
I had a bath and read a book and went to bed early and powered through my work yesterday before eating vegan banh mi and drinking beer in the sun. Then late at night when I should have been going to bed I spilled my guts on the internet and laid my head down knowing a weight had been lifted. Cliche, but true.
I had often wondered if I should say anything, write a post, drop a note in my newsletter… something to let you guys know it wasn’t you, it was me. I figured I would know when the time was right, and although I still don’t know the answer and I have far more to say on the topic, it felt good to get it out.
At the risk of sounding like those garbage morning pages I churn out daily, this sun really is so nice today. The girls are enjoying hanging out with each other in their imaginary wonderlands, drawing pictures and scattering minute bits of lego from asshole to breakfast. Biggie is sitting next to me right now, copying out my shopping list to practice her letters. She’s written “yeast” across three-quarters of the page and is now trying to fit “weetbix” in underneath somewhere.
I can’t believe she turned five last week… she’s at school… getting so much more grown up every day. She loves school and has settled in well, making some little friends and generally trying to be the teacher’s pet on the daily. It’s been quite the adjustment getting everyone to where they need to be on time and collecting them again and fitting in work and domestic domesticness, just like everyone else I suppose. I quite like it but I did find I was working constantly yet also feeling like I was getting nothing done. I hate that feeling. That feeling can go suck a bag of dicks.
We have nothing on for the rest of the holidays so I’m determined to make the most of the weather when we’ve got it, hustle during work hours and then totally shut off so I can start term 2 in a better frame of mind and in a better state of time management. I may garden, I could possibly write, I’ll definitely be making more Turkish food. Who knew that one conversation with someone could spark such an insane obsession? One of the ladies who used to look after Smalls at day care asked if we could catch up because she missed seeing her every week and when the subject of fussy eating came up (we were at a cafe), she told me that she was a picky eater too, growing up in Turkey. I asked her what she did eat growing up and everything sounded so good I made her tell me pretty much everything and where to get it and how to make it. I’ve made breakfasts and salads and Turkish lentil soup and potato patties and sauces and roasted eggplant dip and gozleme and goodness knows what else and it’s been amazing. I love when I get inspired like that.
Lunchbox has been inspired too, and has taken over dinner duties on Tuesday nights. This evening it will be enchiladas and I’m probably going to sit around and drink wine and generally be fabulous company with the giddiness of not having to be in the kitchen all evening. I mean I love it, but I also very much love not having to do it on the odd occasion. I will also watch My Kitchen Rules and crochet some stuff and read a book in the bath and gear up to do it all again tomorrow.
I do have to toddle off now and do some work and get some groceries.
Before I go, though, what have you been doing? I feel like I’ve been gone for ages. Fill me in!