Yes, its true i can't read...the chalked blackboard had 6 scribbled on it yesterday...not 9.
Anyway, This is my last morning of relaxing at home. School holidays start officially tomorrow although i do have my youngest daughter home today because she was tired and didn't want to go. The other two wanted to go... so who was I to stop them.
All the Christmas gifts are wrapped and stashed at my parents, which was handy because this year the older kids have worked out about Santa and would have been searching the house...like most kids...I know i did.
I'm still working on my junior fiction novel. I edited two chapters yesterday as one was two long winded and there was a section which wasn't needed. I'm not sure if I'll get much time over the holiday break but we'll see.
I went to the gym last night and today i have pulled up great. This is a fabulous sign...I must be finally getting fit.
The counsellor returned my e-mail regarding advice for my children over the Christmas break. Actually regarding my son really, to help with the change of routine...I don't want any behaviour climaxes due to his disability.
Well best get on with the house work, we have visitors over tonight. I'm just so addicted to writing I can't help myself. bye for now.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
9 days to go
i'm reminded everytime I walk in and out of the house by a small blackboard hanging on the front door, how many ndays until Christmas. today it has 9 scribbled in white chalk. The tension of the pre-week to Christmas has well and truely hit our house.
Dave is asleep in bed after a very hectic day delivering parcels. I'm writing those inevitable stray christmas cards (you know the ones for friends you didn't write one for and so hastly have to, so the sender doesn't think you have forgotten them.)
My son has been trying his hardest to get a christmas present before christmas. He has managed to wheezle out of me telling him what two of his presents are but that's as far as I'm going.
Only 1 more day of school...everyone is exhausted. My son was way out of whack lastnight, swearing and throwing a chair. He even declared he was sleeping outside then because I didn't go out and get him, came in saying I wasn't a caring mother. But we sorted the anger out with a search on e-bay for a simpson comic, and he finaaly went to bed at 10.00pm.
Have a good day...I'm off now to pick the kids up from school.
Dave is asleep in bed after a very hectic day delivering parcels. I'm writing those inevitable stray christmas cards (you know the ones for friends you didn't write one for and so hastly have to, so the sender doesn't think you have forgotten them.)
My son has been trying his hardest to get a christmas present before christmas. He has managed to wheezle out of me telling him what two of his presents are but that's as far as I'm going.
Only 1 more day of school...everyone is exhausted. My son was way out of whack lastnight, swearing and throwing a chair. He even declared he was sleeping outside then because I didn't go out and get him, came in saying I wasn't a caring mother. But we sorted the anger out with a search on e-bay for a simpson comic, and he finaaly went to bed at 10.00pm.
Have a good day...I'm off now to pick the kids up from school.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Boy am I tired.
yes ladies and gents,
I had a busy night...up and down with children. One said he couldn't sleep because he had a dizzy head. Another had asthma. Then one wet the bed and ended in bed with me. Then another wet the bed and ended up snuggling up in my bed too. Oh...and did I mention that the pantry was raided in the middle of the night. I have a good idea who the culprit was...but I was too tired to get out and do anything about it. And can you believe this...my husband slept right through it all. I don't know how he does it so effortlessly.
Hence, today I was a veg head. All my great plans of whisking through the house cleaning, walking the dog and going to the gym...ended on the couch.
Well, I always say... there's tomorrow.
On a serious note, I e-mailed a counsellor today to get advice on my son's behaviour. He has high functioning autism/adhd and this combination does come with some major behaviour hassles. Don't get me wrong, he isn't a bad kid, in fact his the most loving child you could wish for...but when things don't go the way he wants them too or if he interprets a situation incorrectly...look out, its explosive. Trial and error, trial and error. I'm always looking for strategies that will calm him and help him think clearly before he overloads.
The reason why I'm e-mailing the counsellor now is we have 5-6 weeks of Christmas holidays coming up, and the lack of routine and our lack of money to do a great deal of different things will cause friction. best to go with prevention rather then cure, I always say.
Those who know me, will understand that I have always been one to try different things because I'm alive and well enough to enjoy life and live in a country that gives me great opportunities.
2008 will be my opportunity to begin Irish dancing, continue my stable hand course...even though I've never had anything to do with horses before. I'm seriously thinking of renewing my gym membership and trying the vibragym out on a regular basis. I'm sure I will continue with my junior fiction novel next year even though I have finished my writing diploma.
You know I'm convinced there just isn't enough time in the day.
Well after a very basic dinner tonight of party pies and sausage rolls...because i couldn't get out of my own way to do anything more appetizing. I'm here typing awaiting for another 15 minutes to put the older children to bed. Then I'm following them. Goodnight
I had a busy night...up and down with children. One said he couldn't sleep because he had a dizzy head. Another had asthma. Then one wet the bed and ended in bed with me. Then another wet the bed and ended up snuggling up in my bed too. Oh...and did I mention that the pantry was raided in the middle of the night. I have a good idea who the culprit was...but I was too tired to get out and do anything about it. And can you believe this...my husband slept right through it all. I don't know how he does it so effortlessly.
Hence, today I was a veg head. All my great plans of whisking through the house cleaning, walking the dog and going to the gym...ended on the couch.
Well, I always say... there's tomorrow.
On a serious note, I e-mailed a counsellor today to get advice on my son's behaviour. He has high functioning autism/adhd and this combination does come with some major behaviour hassles. Don't get me wrong, he isn't a bad kid, in fact his the most loving child you could wish for...but when things don't go the way he wants them too or if he interprets a situation incorrectly...look out, its explosive. Trial and error, trial and error. I'm always looking for strategies that will calm him and help him think clearly before he overloads.
The reason why I'm e-mailing the counsellor now is we have 5-6 weeks of Christmas holidays coming up, and the lack of routine and our lack of money to do a great deal of different things will cause friction. best to go with prevention rather then cure, I always say.
Those who know me, will understand that I have always been one to try different things because I'm alive and well enough to enjoy life and live in a country that gives me great opportunities.
2008 will be my opportunity to begin Irish dancing, continue my stable hand course...even though I've never had anything to do with horses before. I'm seriously thinking of renewing my gym membership and trying the vibragym out on a regular basis. I'm sure I will continue with my junior fiction novel next year even though I have finished my writing diploma.
You know I'm convinced there just isn't enough time in the day.
Well after a very basic dinner tonight of party pies and sausage rolls...because i couldn't get out of my own way to do anything more appetizing. I'm here typing awaiting for another 15 minutes to put the older children to bed. Then I'm following them. Goodnight
Sunday, December 16, 2007
I'm back.
Hi bloggers...I'm back.
Yes I've had a spell, I've been flirting with facebook and I've had an affair with e-bay, but now I'm back to reliable faithful blogspot.
Life's been its usual crazy busy self. And I suspect every person in the busy western world would say the same thing. Wouldn't it just be nice not to have to rely on so much in order to survive. My husband often says that when he worked in west africa he enjoyed his time with the locals. They had nothing but were incredibly happy and so much more relaxed. They didn't have to worry about electric bills...they had no electricity. They didn't worry about material items, insurance, or having the pressures of educational success to live. Sometimes I feel we rate success incorrectly. Success shouldn't be rated against someone else, but how contented and relaxed we are. Western society, in my view, is so stressed out... over simple living condtions...its ridiculous.
And even though I'm sitting here typing on modern technology... really its expensive, isolating and not necessary.
I think I should have been born in the forties. Because I would have enjoyed the world not being such a small place. I like the anon feeling of Australia. I don't want to be out their competing for a standing in the world. This is such a great country. I'm guilty of not wanting to share it with anyone.
Anyway...enough of this deep and meaningful rambling. i'm going to bed...after a gin and tonic.
Don't forget only 9 days til Christmas
Yes I've had a spell, I've been flirting with facebook and I've had an affair with e-bay, but now I'm back to reliable faithful blogspot.
Life's been its usual crazy busy self. And I suspect every person in the busy western world would say the same thing. Wouldn't it just be nice not to have to rely on so much in order to survive. My husband often says that when he worked in west africa he enjoyed his time with the locals. They had nothing but were incredibly happy and so much more relaxed. They didn't have to worry about electric bills...they had no electricity. They didn't worry about material items, insurance, or having the pressures of educational success to live. Sometimes I feel we rate success incorrectly. Success shouldn't be rated against someone else, but how contented and relaxed we are. Western society, in my view, is so stressed out... over simple living condtions...its ridiculous.
And even though I'm sitting here typing on modern technology... really its expensive, isolating and not necessary.
I think I should have been born in the forties. Because I would have enjoyed the world not being such a small place. I like the anon feeling of Australia. I don't want to be out their competing for a standing in the world. This is such a great country. I'm guilty of not wanting to share it with anyone.
Anyway...enough of this deep and meaningful rambling. i'm going to bed...after a gin and tonic.
Don't forget only 9 days til Christmas
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