Running, bushwalking, swimming, finding delicious market produce (okay, okay, and finding some dumplings too), hanging out at home, hanging out at the coffee shop, hanging out with the kids and friends at birthday parties, hanging out for dinner at the parents place, one on one puzzle time, giggles in the grass. The weekend is definitely for all these things, or rather, the weekend that is now only a memory was filled with all these things.

After a week that has included many an adult stress for Grimace and I, it was lovely to spend lots of time outdoors and with the kiddies.

I’ve begun to realise that my two are at the age now, whereby they will remember a grab or two when they’re older, or entire scenarios from this time in their life. It’s the time in their life where The Endless Summer is exactly that: long days, filled with fun things and v.e.r.y. little responsibility. The bushwalks we take together, the pool swims, the backyard cricket games – all these fun, yet entirely unplanned things will give them their warm and fuzzy summer identity.

The irony is not lost on me as I sit here writing this, it’s cold and rainy (and I’m definitely not complaining, the rain is a much-needed and a welcome change from the stifling heat and humidity we’ve been having), but the inclement weather didn’t stop us spending a fun few hours at the public swimming pool. It’s these hours that I adore as a parent – Carefree, focused on the moment as it is playing out, smiles and laughter don’t need any work (they come oh so very naturally at these times).

I probably haven’t picked the best activity as an example of a carefree parenting moment, but it’s the last activity we did so it’s clouding all my thoughts 🙂 Sure, swimming always requires that little bit more attention, however with one very capable swimmer, two parents in the water and a whole heap of kiddies around to play with, carefree and living in the moment were definitely themes from the day. Thinking about it though, swimming with kids is essentially a great activity to practise ‘being in the moment’. Your thoughts cannot wander, your focus needs to be on the activities of each kid – your own, or others close by. Sure, you can chat and play away, but at the end of the day your mind needs to be able to clear out any topics that will distract you from your responsibility. The risk is far too great.

Wow, started to get a bit lecturey and dark there, didn’t I? Thanks, introspect. In all seriousness though, finding the balance of being an organised parent, along with the ability to be carefree and live in the moment is a hard balance I’ve been working on for near on 6 years now, and I can say that the work does pay off, especially on the weekend. Afterall, they are for enjoying x

A few years ago, I was finding a big sense of frustration in my creative outlet. My sister-in-law had started up an extremely entertaining blog, my younger sister had previously written a travel blog, and I was thoroughly enjoying my drive to write within paid employment. I began to realise I could entertain myself on the commute to work by starting a blog, plus tend to the creative outlet I so desperately needed. Each day I worked, I had (2) hours of idle time that I could dedicate to blogging. It was this realisation that began my foray into the blogosphere.

While I’m not exactly the most competent blogger, nor do I host a blog about one or two particular topics (other than narcissistically myself and my family), I seem to have built a decent readership and have found an extreme sense of satisfaction in being able to process the happenings in my world. Now, relax, I’m not really looking to change any of this anytime soon. In fact, I hold grave fears that I might just shrivel up into a small lifeless blob if I’m unable to keep writing about my world. I’m just wary that today marks my second last day of the commute for the forseeable future. You see, I’ve been successful in securing another role which is faaaar closer to home and will probably mean me driving to work. The challenge will become how I make space in my world at home to keep punching out these little posts, without the comfort of an hour or so’s train ride.

I’m more than confident that I will in fact find ample space to dedicate to tending to my own slice of the internet, it’s just the proposition of change can be daunting. It’s when we (read: I; I’m being generalistic to hide my vulnerability!) find ourselves at possibly our most vulnerable points. Without the luxury of what we already know and are confident in, we begin to wonder if the right decision has been made.

In a practical sense, I am more than sure that I will enjoy not taking the train to work and commuting those tedious hours, but then I start to question my decision to step away from public transport and exactly how will I schedule those writing hours into my life. To accept the change on an emotional level, I try to keep the context of the decision at the fore and remind myself exactly why it makes so much more sense to work closer to our home. I’m finding that to keep peace with the change, I rely heavily on my strength and resilience – the ability to reassure myself that I will indeed find the energy, desire and drive to keep this creative outlet open; I just need to remain open to the change and keep a vision about what I want to achieve with the blog.

Anyways, just thought I’d punch out a blog on the insecurity I’m feeling about the future of my regular blogs. Ha, it’s nearly ironic, right? Probably more moronic 🙂

If you’re a regular reader here (Hello Mum, I’m sure my only one), you’ll remember I have taken to running. It’s fast become a favourite activity or outlet – and one I am gaining confidence in giving my all. Sure, it gets hard. But, I have found I’ve been able to push my physical exertion levels far beyond my previous self-imposed levels and have even come to an acceptance that I will huff and puff like a race horse while running – and that’s more than ok. I have even found myself easily** running 5km. I’m actually in training for a 10km event too.

One Saturday, a few weeks ago, I ran in the Lawson Park Run. When I got home and regaled the fam bam with my pace and shared my general exuberance for the event, I found the two boys completely enthused to go for a run. Like, they wanted to immediately go running. It was with great excitement I packed us into the car (after a much-needed coffee hit), and headed to the local Knapsack Park, entering off Mitchell’s Pass (at Lennox Bridge).

The boys hit the trail with their speedy legs and we managed to explore a fair amount of the old quarry. The boys loved racing up and down, exploring the trees and bushes, the flowers and the animals (well, Little Mate didn’t quite like the dogs off lead, that came bounding toward him for a kiss) and generally just being free outdoors.

I feel incredibly lucky to have two sons who look to share my interests and are actually keen to do them with me. I know this won’t always be the case (they’ll be gross teenage boys one day….say no more!), so I’m loving the shared time now. There was nothing more heart warming and satisfying to see them so happy and free running around in the dirt.

At the end of our traipse, we had enough time to explore underneath Lennox Bridge – this sandstone bridge is just beautiful and is currently the oldest bridge on mainland Australia (there must be an older one in Tasmania). If my memory serves me correctly, it was built in 1833. The site is definitely one worth checking out – the sandstone is beautifully arched over a creek bed, which I think only runs these days after rain. The council and locals have a battle on their hands with taggers, but the gross spray paint appears to come off with much hard work. I love standing underneath the arch and gazing up at the stones, marvelling at the hardwork that was no doubt input to finish the bridge.

All in all, a favourite February memory from me x

**Easily might be the wrong descriptor, as I’m remarkably red and puffed by the end of it. But, I never anticipated being able to hit the 5km distance so consistently.

 

 

So its Friday. Grimace is at home, playing with Little Mate & Giggles Magoo after the school pick up. Nanna and Grandad are on their way to look after the boys while Grimace & I have a date night . The house is clean and the clothes are put away. It’s a running rest day for me. The fridge is full.

I’m feeling free and lucky. And it is a really nice feeling to have on the verge of the weekend.

Happy Friday x

As I sit here sit here typing this out, I am surrounded by craziness. Not the craziness I have come to know with my own kidlets, rather the craziness of all the parents at a cafe after school drop off. I’ve been in this exact spot, at this exact time of the day and sat through the same mania that seems to come once the school drop has succeeded. But, today is different for me, you see – I have joined them; I am now in drop off mode and counting down the small amount of hours I have until I need to retrace my steps and collect them again.

I have just dropped Little Mate at his new day care centre, and then dropped Giggles Magoo for his third day of kindergarten. I have joined the ranks of the parents who have 6 hours to run around and solve all the problems of the world, and then be back at the school for a 3pm pick up.

Granted, I won’t be dropping off each day (when I typed this up and forgot to schedule the post to be published, I was on my lucky last day of annual leave), nor will I be picking up each day as we’ll be sharing that luxury with the before and after school care lady… But, it was nice to be there for day 3 and wave goodbye at a game of handball.

It’s been a wonderful first few days, seeing my little ball of energy that is Giggles Magoo adjust into his place at school. His classroom is as endearing as a kindy room can be, his teacher kind and enthusiastic and his school grounds wonderful. I must admit his resilience at the whole process has amazed me, and I am so proud that he is adjusting to the environment so easily.

Now, if only Grimace and I can maintain the same resilience in the face of the daily lunch box preparations. I’ll keep you posted 🙂

In October last year, I found some courage and joined a local running program, specifically for women who are in the beginning of their affinity with running. I’ve quite enjoyed the challenging nature of the sessions and felt extremely supported by those in the group, some of which are far more experienced, some who have just recently completed the beginner runs too. I’ve learned that everyone has a running pace – some are faster than others, and some plod along, just getting it done. The latter is me… And proudly so.

Since joining the Tuesday evening class, I’ve started running 5km with relative ease (when compared to the huff and puff I used to run 100m with), and on public holiday Friday, I’ll be running my first trail event! I’m certainly enjoying my runs around the block, down the road and through the local Bush tracks so I’m pretty keen on doing it in an event setting.

Tuesday night, training night has also become the ‘time for me’ night. Grimace does the school/day care pick up, dinner and bed time while I sweat it around a local running oval. It’s the best!

After being able to complete 5km in 2017, I’ve made the goal of running a 10km event before May, 2018. I’ve committed to a 10km ‘race’ in April, and honestly, I’ll just be so proud if I can get to the finish line!

Anyway, that’s where I’m off to now… training! If you run, run as fast as you can, you’ll definitely catch me!

With Monday now under my belt, I feel it appropriate to write about the weekend that was. There is nothing quite as a depressing as a Monday back in the office after a lovely celebratory weekend, so a reflection on the weekend that was is rather essential.

I spent the weekend in similar fashion to that as mid-twenties me would have, rather than the responsible adult-me usually does. And it was grand. And I was so busy enjoying the 48 hours, I forgot to take any photos, other than the goofy one you’ll get to at the end. Actually, I don’t think I even took that pic – that credit obviously goes to Jake.

Friday night was to hang out with my perfect friends whom I have known for 5, going on 6 years. Yes, we bonded during those first few weeks of becoming new parents, and I have to tell you, without these outstanding ladies in my life, I may very well not be the pleasant person I generally strive to be. By trusting the process of friendship, each of us was able to be entirely vulnerable and received loads of support, affirmation and laughs as a result. Anyway, fast forward five-or-so years, and we find ourselves sitting with drinks in hand, waiting for our banquet to be served at Penrith’s newest bar, Mr Watkins. Whilst yelling over music isn’t entirely my thing, the delicious food and tasty drinks did ease that somewhat and I’d like to say the vibe of the establishment surprised me.

After maybe a drink or three too many, it was 5am wake up for me after Little Mate remembered I hadn’t been around the evening before. And I knew the day was going to be A Great One, as I had zero feelings of resentment for being forced out of bed at 5:01am. We watched a sunrise together, where he kept asking if the sky was on 🔥. We played on the car mat, plotting traffic jams to rival any Sydney blockage, and then Little Mate made Grimace and Giggles Magoo scrambled eggs for breakfast – my not yet 3 year old cracked the eggs, poured the milk in (granted I did pour the right amount into a jug so he could pour himself) and mixed altogether. Once the pan was hot enough, he slurped it all in and stood there stirring until it was “all done”. He went screaming into Grimace to announce “bekfast is weady”. I seriously cannot wait until I can get this kid cooking his own gourmet inventions – he has a natural affinity to the kitchen, or rather it could be a natural affinity to the mess he can legally create whilst at the helm of our galley-style kitchen. Either way, it sure is going to be fun when he wants to make me a 3 course meal (with drinks to match, please).

After washing what I’m sure was every single kitchen dish, pan and serving implement, I got the kiddies ready for a sleep over with their “other family”. Rewinding to my previous paragraph, the boys and I have been lucky to befriend a family from my mother’s group, in which they feel completely at ease when hanging out at their place. In fact, both boys at times prefer their “other family”. Anyway, after I dropped them for a sleep over, I headed to the city to celebrate my wonderful SIL’S SURPRISE 40th.

I spent the entire afternoon smiling, socialising with Wendy’s fabulous circle of friends and eating delicious Greek food (including possibly the best hommus of my life) at Kepos & Co. in Waterloo. I should also add in we of course sipped on delicious bubbles and the matching wines. I think my favourite part of the afternoon was watching Wendy rock into the restaurant, and at discovering the extent of the surprise, loudly proclaiming us all “fuckers”. It was truly the best reaction! My second favourite bit was having 3 of the 4 siblings in the one spot, with no parenting responsibilities, before my bro and Wendy head back to the land of chocolate, watches, tennis super stars and snow.

After stuffing ourselves completely, we headed to Archie Rose Distillery in Rosebery, for a few merry gin-based drinks. I previously announced my love of gin, so none of you should be at all surprised when I say I really enjoyed this part of the evening.

Anyway, the only photo I have of my weekend shows just how merry these gin drinks were:

After celebrating Wendy on Saturday and my mother’s group friendship on Friday night, Sunday was filled with another lovely past-time: home time and pool time with the fam bam.

It really was a weekend that I’m grateful to have in the memory bank

I quite often dream about writing music reviews – live shows, releases, anniversary release related posts; anything to do with music really. ***The dreams also quite often include me rocking out up on stage, shredding like a pro. I can’t sing and I definitely can’t play guitar.

I love music, especially when it is in the live format. I especially love the journey one undertakes when discovering a new band or artist and the joy at working through their catalogue. I’m not so great just yet at articulating why I like the song/album/show – rather, I like to focus on how it makes me feel. I’m quite open to experimenting and finding a new favourite song or artist/band; open to the feeling you get when you stumble onto something that stands out. So, combining my love of music with my love of writing these blog posts, theoretically, I can only be onto a winner.

But, the thing is I’m lamely lying to myself when I think of myself as remotely ‘with it’ enough to be blogging with any great regularity on new music. Between listening to Camp Cope (obsessed much?!), working part-time, commuting/sleeping on the way to the part-time job, parenting with love, being a decent and responsible human, I don’t have an abundance of space to ‘discover’ the new stuff. As a default, I will quite often listen to what I know. It’s a little depressing to think I am only limited by my memory/recently played list. The truth is, I’ve come to rely heavily on a simple rule that exists in Theverymoodyhousehold.

Grimace and I have had one live music rule for many a year, and that is “NEVER, EVER MISS THE SUPPORT”. It is something we drummed into our concert-going friends, and always taken great pride in supporting the supports. Following this golden rule, I’ve been introduced to epic bands that have gone on to shape the industry, artists that have taken off, bands/artists that haven’t really taken off (and probably shouldn’t ever take off because they’ve sucked), bands that I wished had taken off and of course other acts that really shaped my music tastes.

Having a young family, Grimace and I are breaking our rule far more than we like to admit, but on Friday night we actually:

1. Got to a show, together
2. Got to see the support act.

Driving to the show, I got thinking about how it was that I ended up in the lucky position of knowing about the show, and securing tix to the sold-out show. I was able to work it back, and realised that we were in Glebe at The Record Crate, all because I followed the “never miss” rule:

Rewind about 8 or so years – I’d built a healthy obsession with Jen Buxton (after seeing her support Frank Turner at the Annandale, back in its Glory Days), and when she hadn’t played a show in Sydney for a long time, I dropped everything (including two children; dropped them around at a friend’s place. HaHaHa there you were thinking I’d physically DROPPED them) to get to her show at the now-defunct Blackwire, I think supporting The Hard Aches. Grimace and I had gotten the set times incredibly wrong, and we just caught the end of Jen’s set (sob), but as it turned out, we were there in time to catch Camp Cope’s set. It was at the back of Blackwire, on a sweltering Sunday afternoon I watched them awkwardly rock out, refreshing my take on what it was that I like in music. Georgia’s weirdly profound lyrics, Kelly-Dawn’s banging bass and Thommo’s beanie-laden sad drummer face – was all so simple, so refreshing and it just resonated wholly with me. Ever since this fateful Sunday, I have jumped at any chance to see or indeed just listen to any and all of their releases (as an act or individuals). In this weird social media-era, I also follow each member, so I know far more about their daily life than I should do.

On Friday night (12 January 2018), Camp Cope’s lead singer, Georgia Maq played an intimate show in Sydney (to celebrate her previous split with Spencer Scott, of Paper Thin). As the story goes, I’d been slow to nab tickets and unfortunately, they’d sold out (sob sob) before I got my butt into gear. The day before the show, stalky social media suggested I “RSVP to the organisers to let them know if I’m going”. Clicking on the event page, a post offloading two tix to the show popped up – luckily for me, the tix were still available and after a couple of donations to Girls Rock Sydney and Melbourne, I had the tix in my hot little hands (or inbox anyway). Cool story.

So anyway, Grimace and I rocked up and actually got to abide our rule – solo show from Sports Bra’s member, Dog Dirt (A.K.A Zoe). And I gotta say, I loved her solo stuff far more than the group’s. Her heart-wrenching lyrics were delivered in a larrikin style, yet maintained complete clarity and conviction in working though the challenge that is life. Her raw and powerful topics were presented to a crowd that quite obviously knew Dog Dirt, and appreciated her performance. And while I probably can’t say Sports Bra will be on my “All Time” list, it was nice to abide the rules again and catch an artist I will definitely see again. I’m wondering to which bands this little show will lead me…

P.S. Georgia Maq was awesome, and Spencer Scott too.

 

 

There is nothing like a new year to kick you in the butt. I have been drafting the Year in Review blog that I feel I should do, but didn’t get to. I was busy being on holidays – you know, what we all aspire to be on! I promised myself I would enjoy the end of year holiday and not stress about getting the right pictures or draft any content. And I have to tell you, I did very much enjoy my holiday – playing with the boys on the beach, sipping gin with loved ones, challenging my legs and lung capacity with a few runs… it was an ace end of year!

But, while I was doing all these holidaying things, I did reflect on the year that was 2017 and I have decided it would be nice to document a couple of things. While I had some personal highlights and funtimes (I’m sure this is a word in its own right), it was a year that I feel should be titled ‘Struggle”. I struggled to balance everything. I made a promise to focus on personal growth and reflection, but at times struggled to balance this with quality family time or quality Grimace time. I struggled to keep up this blog, but had some fantastic adventures and subsequent posts that really helped grow my content and engagement. I got my motorcycle licence but struggled to find the time or desire to ride (even though I love it!). I struggled to come to terms with my parenting style and accepting that I don’t need to be perfect – I just need to be; but I am feeling so very connected and at peace with Giggles Magoo and Little Mate as they both finished up a hectic 2017.

I suppose there wasn’t any major grief or loss, but I was able to see a whole lot of struggling by those loved ones around me and struggled to see how I could help them through. I think maybe, it was the year I realised that my empathy level for people is extensive. When they are struggling, I look at them and want to help them. I want to understand them, their situation and how they have come to be at this time in their journey. And while that I think it is something positive, something I want to strive to do, I also think sometimes I over-complicate things and probably take on too much. I feel a responsibility to my loved ones, to make sure they can be the best they can be. With a little understanding of myself, I can begin to really have confidence in this positive aspect of my personality.

But personal reflection aside, 2017 was a year of adventures, discovery and getting ready for new adventures ahead. 2018 will see Theverymoodyhousehold experience a few changes to our little existence – Giggles Magoo is off to start school, Little Mate is starting a new Day care centre, Grimace is taking on different hours at work and I while I will mostly remain the same (in terms of routine), my focus will be to support the new family structure in whatever way possible. We’ll meet come across new communities as we settle into our new environments, which means new friends, new commitments and getting to know our family capacity.

2017 saw some big highlights for theverymoodyhousehold – travels to Canada, Switzerland, Germany and Austria (all for the first time); some personal goals drove me to get my motorcycle licence (did I say that already?), start running and run 5km for the first time in a VERY long time. I’m probably missing a whole heap of highlights, but I think my biggest personal achievement was getting to know me again – now that the new roles in my life are well and truly cemented (think mother, wife, professional, social being, blog writer), I took the time to remember the essence of me and embrace how this has changed. I undertook some self-directed reflection (also took the time to do Bettina Rae’s Vive, 21 day challenge) and reaped many a benefit, including the knowledge that I need to remember the very essence of me and that I need to foster this as much as possible.

I learned that when I ask for help, I can achieve great things. I asked for help when I was struggling with illness – doctors to the rescue. I asked for help when I struggled to find motivation to keep up my motorcycle riding – friend to the rescue with just a couple of rides together and I was inspired once more. I asked for help when my idea of outdoorsy me wasn’t where I want it to be – enter amazing running program and now I’m feeling far more empowered about me running than I’ve ever felt before. Hell, I’m even making goals to run 10km and setting a long-term goal to do Trailwalker again.

So, in hindsight, while I think 2017 was a year of struggle, I also think that reflecting on these struggles I’ve learned A LOT about myself and used it to put my life into context.

2018 is already looking brighter xx

 

Theverymoodyhousehold in 2017 – our year in Social Media Pictures