Goodness, where to begin…?!
As I’ve shared on Instagram – we are home. Safe and sound, right where we need to be, albeit a whole lot earlier and more rushed than intended (4500km over five days will make you feel alive – ai yi ai), but that is perhaps a story for another day. I am, as always, learning and adapting to whatever curve balls are thrown at us, and there’s been a few of late.
But, how good is it to be home!
Home to my garden, bursting in Spring which I thought I would miss entirely – now kicking myself for not planting all those annual seeds in Winter, I thought I would miss them flowering so didn’t even both this year. Ah well, always next year…
I have been doing a lot of to-ing and fro-ing to Melbourne, still living out of a bag and staying at my mum’s apartment, visiting her in hospital, whilst Matt has had the girls at home. What a strange turn of events – a complete role reversal with him suddenly taking the reins of primary care giver. Of course, he has excelled as ‘home dad’. The house is spotless, the children well behaved, it’s really quite annoying! The grass is always – always – greener on the other side. When Matt was working ridiculous hours and never home, all I wanted was some Daddy time for the girls and an extra pair of hands…but it turns out there still really is only one Mummy. Funny that.
So, we are in this peculiar limbo land – before Matt starts his new role (more on that soon too) and when we were meant to be still travelling. Of course it’s nice having time at home together just the four of us, but it’s also got me all twitchy and feeling akimbo. We have no routine, no rhythm, we’re a bit out of whack. Travelling, having mimimal plans or places to be, no commitments, is liberating…but also strangely unsettling. Eleanor has gone back to kinder (praise be! God bless kinder) so that’s some normality reinstated. Much needed.
She is so, so ready for the step up to three (half) days a week next year. Bring. It. On! Because she is so big (physically), so many people are asking me about school next year – gulp! One more year. But, I can just see that the second half of next year is going to drag on and on, with a very ready eager-beaver little Blossom. The next question is schools…I can not believe we are almost at this point already. School! What-the-what?! Hold me.
With the unemployed ‘home dad’ husband around (and childless time sitting in hospitals/on trams/of an evening by myself in Melbourne…) I have been doing a lot of crocheting and tinkering in my sewing room. I’m not sure if it’s the added parenting help, or the age the girls have reached where I can somewhat get some projects half finished without them destroying/hurting themselves/setting the house on fire…but I am going to re-open my Little Miss Emma Etsy shop. Dipping my toe in is what I’d call it, a few crocheted baby bonnets (which to be honest, I’m not expecting to sell that well going into Summer!), some baby bibs and perhaps minky blankets or simple skirts and shorts for Summer. Thoughts? Discuss… Would love to know of any other handmaiden’s doing the full time mum-handmade-biz juggle. Just this week Harriet has completely decided to not sleep of an afternoon, which is when I get all of my sewing done – so stay tuned, this could all go awfully pear shaped! Best laid plans and all that. I have really enjoyed doing something creative again though, I don’t endeavour to make any money out of Little Miss Emma, but sewing and crocheting brings me a whole lot of pleasure and isn’t behind a screen – such a good thing.
December is looming, and with it the ‘C’ word. Another reason I am glad to be home earlier than intended, as I know I would be feeling completely unorganised and frazzled about the silly season had we not been home until December. Weekends are booking up with Christmas events and engagements, it’s such a busy time of year, but everyone is in the same boat. On the recommendation of Beth, we (my group of school girlfriends) have booked a weekend away to this glorious looking place for the first weekend we were all available…in March. Of course. Eleven children under five between us, two very, very newborns, will do that.
I’m contemplating getting out the Christmas decorations this weekend, getting my festive on, or is it too early? We get a real tree so it’s definitely too early for that – it’ll be dead by Christmas! I did a spot of Christmas shopping this morning at The 3 Cheeky Monkeys (oops!) and will be sharing my gift guide, as usual, for what Santa will be shoving down the Brindabella chimney this year – coming soon…
What’s cracking in your neck of the woods?
Hay and harvest season upon you farming folk?
Much rain about? We had 25mm on Tuesday!
Christmas shopping yet?
Booked up until March?
All out of whack with no rhythm to your days? Me too, me too…