Today was not my best day. And what is the point in hosting a blog if I can’t tell you all about it. You all know the kind of day I’m talking about (Ladies, the once a month type where you know your cycle isn’t at the ‘kind’ part). The sort whereby you’re ready for it to re-start, or in fact completely skip when the first round of toast is on the floor, and it’s only 6:15am. The toast hits the floor because it’s not smeared in the right kind of whatever, and then the tantrum or whining that follows seems to last all day.

Well, that was me today. Just thought I’d embrace it wholly and feel some uncontrollable/all-consuming personal rage, whereby some slamming doors or a slightly-too-high rev before changing gears when driving might convey to any of my three family members how I’m feeling and what they can do to fix their part of the problem. It’s not too much to ask, I mean really. Sigh.

Ha.

Anyways, we did get a little family outing today – walked about 500m of the Elizabeth’s and Margaret’s Lookout walk (Lovers Walk I believe it is also known). In normal circumstances, we would have gone further however the fact that doing this small little section took us the best part of an hour, well I’m sure you will excuse our decision to call the walk quits. Giggles Magoo experienced a first hand lesson around how bicycle tyres don’t quite work the same way when in sand and Little Mate was quite frankly still upset and squawking about his toast from the morning (it was 5pm by this stage). At least we were surrounded by the beautiful bushland and I somehow reminded myself that tomorrow will be a new day, far from the bickering/shouting/crying/hitting mess that today turned out to be.

And whoever told you I wasn’t an optimist (I may also be at work for a ridiculously long day tomorrow, missing all but the breakfast/wake-up blues).

Geez, it’s been a while. I’ve missed writing these little posts, and tonight is just about dipping my toe back in to write something. Anything. I am sad to say that my heart (and head) haven’t found much inspiration to bang on the keys.

We recently had a wonderful overseas trip with the boys. We did some awesomely fun stuff, and it certainly was the trip of a lifetime. Because the trip was so memorable, I’ve been pressuring myself to write comedic and witty blog posts about our holiday times, and in doing so, it appears I’ve psyched myself out of writing and haven’t put together any aforementioned comedic and witty posts. In  fact, writing became about achieving – It was suddenly a chore; anything I put together wasn’t nearly good enough.

As if being a parent to two beautifully energetic kidlets wasn’t pressure enough, I’ve gone and set my own creative outlet up for failure. And if there’s anything that I’m good at doing when I’m feeling pressured…it’s avoidance. Well, it could possibly be framed more as procrastination. I’d say I’ve avoided writing my posts as I was procrastinating with other areas of my life.

Anyway, I’ve got just enough here to be confident (read: I’m sleepy) enough to press PUBLISH. Sure, there isn’t too much content, but tonight was more about saying hello and moving back into this space. So, Hello! Space! It’s nice to be acquainted with you once more.

Photo: Wendy Noller (edit: Tim Purtell – guessing?!)

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