tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74038574589516235622024-03-06T12:38:04.317+11:00Surviving four kids!The day to day life of living with 4 children, the washing, the cleaning, the cooking, the good, the bad, and the sometimes, VERY ugly! But mostly full of fun and giggles! :DSurviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-69202392225933167952014-01-09T09:51:00.000+11:002014-01-09T09:51:22.317+11:00A brand new, sparkly year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Another year has passed.</div>
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I am beginning to realise, that from now on, most years will more then likely fly by very quickly.<br />
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I don't have any 'babies' left. I have 4 children. No more toddlers either, I am not needed as much anymore. They are growing up. They are more independent. They are smarter, quicker, and are growing more and more curious about the world everyday.<br />
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2013 was a mixture of emotions for me. I have grown a lot over the year.<br />
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I am grateful to myself that I managed to pick up on the unhappiness of my children at school, and managed to fix that for them. They have thrived since they realised 'mummy won't tolerate that'. They come to me if they have issues, because they know I will do all I can do fix them. They have also realised, that not every problem can be solved by mum, but sometimes they have to do some self-adjustment. I am glad they have learnt that skill.<br />
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I am realising that I am stronger then I ever thought I was. After Hubby had a very bad bout of Depression, and we have come out the other side of it. I am still up, I am still going. WE are still going.<br />
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I am very slowly coming to terms with my mothers passing. This will be something I feel I will be working on for many years to come. Sometimes, when it is quiet, or when something isn't going the way I want it to, I will shed a tear for the conversations that I can't have, with the person who was my best friend, my confidant, my advisor, and my counselor. I can't have that all consuming hug, that only a mother can give, that makes you feel like everything is going to be OK. But, I know in my heart, she is with me, and hugging me from wherever she is. This will take time, but I know it will happen. I know she would be proud of me, hubby and the children. I know she is watching them, and protecting them. This helps me to keep moving forward.<br />
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I am saddened by the news that we have been asked to leave our home. But I am able to see the light at the other side. A fresh new start. A fresh new home. For our beautiful family.<br />
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I was also saddened by the news of my Grandfathers passing. But, unlike my mothers death, I knew this one was coming. I think back to the beautiful things my 'Pop' used to do for me when i stayed at their place as a child. My favourite memory, is when it was Winter, he would lay out mine and my cousins PJ's in front of the fireplace to warm up for when we got out of the bath. He used to do this to his own PJ's too! He was such a 'cute' pop! Everyone called him Pop too. He took pride in his title. Even my cousins Football team had a team hat made for him, on the back, it said 'POP'. He was loved by all.<br />
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But most of all, I am feeling ready. Ready to face 2014. Ready for any new challenges. Ready to take ownership of who I am. Stand up for what I believe. Stand behind my children and let them go forward on their own, knowing I am only one step behind them at all times for support. Ready to embrace the future, and whatever it brings. I am determined to try harder at all that I do. Health and fitness, finances, child raising, being a wife, and being exactly who I am.<br />
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<br />Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-68574256420871222682013-12-18T09:57:00.000+11:002013-12-18T09:57:19.378+11:00A new beginning .... again!So, as you know, we rent our house. One day we will buy or build our own. We have plans to anyay! But in the mean time, we are stuck paying off someone elses mortgage.<br />
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I rang the real estate agents, because as far as we knew, everything was fine. Rent paid, house clean and looked after, lawns and garden at the top of their game.<br />
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She said she doesn't know why, it is the owners request, and she is just the messenger.....<br />
(I think it is because I asked them to fix the dishwasher as the handle broke, and when we open it, it almost cuts our hand! They never have fixed anything around here.)<br />
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So, again, it looks like we are moving. Right on the holidays too.<br />
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We have until the end of January. Fantastic! *insert eye roll*<br />
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So, on top of Christmas, Mr 6's birthday (December 31st he will be 7!!) and getting back to school in the new year, we have to save for bond, rent and moving costs. Not to mention the actual process of moving, which sucks.<br />
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I was very upset when we received this letter. We love it here. The house suits our needs, the children are safe and have friends in every house in the street. The neighbours are beautiful and we feel like family on the street. Everyone was sad when I broke the news.<br />
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Sadly we can't afford to continue living in this estate either. Houses are far too expensive, this was the cheapest rental around. I am so NOT paying around $800PW for a house that isn't even mine!!<br />
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So, the hunt is on again for another house. This time however, we aren't looking for something 'nice' that we can stay in for a long time. This time is a little more exciting. We are looking for something as cheap as possible, so we can save up more for a deposit on a house. For us. To build!!<br />
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We have had enough of the rental game. Had enough of living to fit the owners and real estate agents standards. If I want to paint a wall, I want to paint a wall. So, buying/building our own home is the only way to achieve that.<br />
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So the journey begins. Finally something for us. Something we can be in charge of. Something the kids can muck around in without us going off at them like crazy for making a mark on the wall! Somewhere, where we can LIVE!<br />
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It tore me in two. But deep down, she already knew. She said she knew, but just didn't want to believe it.</div>
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I thought, this year will be rotten for her, by the way she was acting, it was like we had gone and slaughtered The Jolly Man ourselves. However, a few hours, and an Ice Cream, later, she came good. She grabbed a catalogue and started circling toys and things that she thinks Santa should bring her and the boys. </div>
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Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-2744091019755129992013-11-06T11:39:00.000+11:002013-11-06T11:39:33.229+11:00Cleaning Catch up - Number 1Ok, so like I said, I am going to start posting about how I clean my house, when what and why etc.<br />
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My house was a sty yesterday. Im not kidding, a full on pig sty. Picture a bomb going off, then times it by 1000.<br />
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So, first thing is first. Attempting to get your mojo back so you can actually begin to be bothered, and find a reason why we should bother cleaning in the first place. As parents know, kids are little tornados. Sometimes it feels like we spend all day cleaning, only to have it look like it did before the mass clean, at 6pm that night. Frustrating right? Right!<br />
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So, start small. I started on the least messy room, but one of the most used. The lounge room. There was bits of rubbish on the floor from doing some craft and drawing while they were waiting for me to make dinner. The floor needed a good vacuum, and some general tidying of the bits and pieces around the room. I knew this would take all of maybe 5 minutes. So I started there. After I had finished, I could see the result, and it kick started my mojo for doing it.<br />
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Because it looks good!<br />
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Then I made my way to the kitchen. I am lucky enough to have my dad staying with us at the moment, and he likes to help out, so he does the dishes for me while I am taking the kids to school. So I came back, put them away, and wiped over the benches, oven, dishwasher and fridge.<br />
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After seeing how clean and tidy these rooms were. It got me spurred on enough to keep going.<br />
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The way I see it is, get the lived in areas done first, as you don't want to be trying to relax at night when the kids are in bed, with toys under you and things circling your mind. We all do it.<br />
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Don't worry about the kids rooms, as they are often the most untidy, and there is a door there for a reason. You close it, and voila, it's out of sight until you are happy with other things, and you feel ready to tackle it.<br />
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In saying that, I make sure my kids get up every morning about 15 minutes earlier then we have to, they make their beds, and take out any dirty clothes they have laying around, and do a general tidy. If I make sure they do this every morning, then they generally don't get too badly messy. I have been slack of late however, and they are a bit untidy. But little by little, they are cleaning them up themselves, without me having to nag them, without it taking up their time, and with a little praise, they feel the sense of achievement, and pride of their belongings, and their 'living space'.<br />
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Today, I am tackling the tiled floors, toilets, and bathrooms. If I make sure I just get these things done today, I will be happy.<br />
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Remember to keep it small. You don't have to do everything in one day.<br />
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However, in saying that, I add these 'extra chores' to my daily routine. My biggest tip, is once you have gotten a room nice, tidy and clean, keep it that way. By spending a few minutes each day on little things, they don't turn into big things.<br />
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Well, those toilets aren't going to clean themselves, so I am off. Happy cleaning.Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-21084877252163429102013-11-04T10:58:00.000+11:002013-11-04T10:58:47.356+11:00Getting my Mum-mojo backSo, recently, I have lost my 'mum-mojo'. I have kind of given up a bit on my house, and being all I can be. I don't know why. Call it frustration from the monotony of it all.<br />
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Cook, Clean, Help, Do, Wash.<br />
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Yup, I know this is what us Stay At Home Parents do. It what we have to do in order to stay home. Its essentially our job.<br />
But I tell you know, I lost my care factor with basically all of the above.<br />
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I have let the house go a fair bit. I just cant be bothered any more, and I don't care.<br />
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Well, I didn't. I think I am getting my Mum-mojo back now.<br />
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So I thought, to encourage me, and to maybe dish out some hints, tips etc, I would post everyday, about what I have done, how I have done it, and maybe, just maybe, I will get back on top of it all, and you never know, maybe my way of doing things, might be a new way for someone else to try.<br />
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So stay tuned, I am off now to start on the housework, and my mummy general duties. Keep in mind I have Mr 5 at home, as he was up half the night coughing. Joy. Ok, here we go, are you in?<br />
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Lets get our Mummy-mojo back! (Or Daddy-mojo, whoever is the at home parent)<br />
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I wish it was as easy as snapping my fingers and it was done. Well played Mary P, well played!<br />
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The last 6 weeks have been incredibly busy for me. But I added some 'me time' into the mix, which upped the amount of busy-ness I had, but it was worth it for my own benefits. </div>
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For years I have been really pissed off with myself about my weight. Like, REALLY angry. Yet, I would still shovel bad food into my mouth, and put off exercise until I felt like it. I don't know why I did this. Im sure there is some sort of psychological explanation for it, like I perhaps didn't feel worthy or what not. But, this wasn't the case.</div>
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One afternoon, around 6 weeks ago, I spent a few hours making a really lovely dinner for my family. I was so proud of myself for going to such lengths to try to incorporate everything they liked, and omit anything they didn't like. It isn't easy trying to please 7 people at once! Especially when 4 of them are children! The 7th, in case you were wondering, is my Dad who is staying with us at the moment. </div>
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So, anyway, we all sat down to this beautiful meal I had made, and hubby and my Dad were so please with this 'glorious' meal. Then I looked at the kids.... 3 of them pushed it to the side, said they didn't like it, and asked for toast instead.........</div>
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I stood up, left my dinner on the table, went into my room, got into my Gym clothes, and told Hubby I'd be back later, and walked out. </div>
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I was so angry that the kids didn't like the meal, that I know had everything they liked IN the meal. So, I went to the gym, turned the iPod up really loud, and jumped on the treadmill. </div>
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That is how it started. I got addicted to the calm that the gym brought to me. Almost everyday I have been going back for my daily hit of calmness at the little gym down the road. If I can't make it to the gym, I jump on the exercise bike at home, and pedal it out for an hour. </div>
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This morning, I reached my first weight loss mini goal. I have officially lost 6.5kg! My pants are falling off me, and my tops are 'flowy' now, since my belly has decreased in size! Last week, I hit my first running milestone of 1 km straight. It doesn't sound like much. But I couldn't do it 6 weeks ago to save my life!</div>
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Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-55931799948005864672013-09-03T12:19:00.000+10:002013-09-03T12:19:09.481+10:00School Station Revised - All Aboard!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A while ago I did a post about my '<a href="http://www.survivingfourkids.blogspot.com.au/2012/10/school-station-all-aboard.html" target="_blank">school station</a>' , it was working well, but we needed that big shelf set for all the books we have. So, hubby <strike>grudgingly</strike> cleared some room in the Garage for me. This is what we have come up with. We had these little shelves floating around basically being unused. So, we tipped it on it's side.<br />
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The red box on top is the library books that need to be returned to the library. (Note to self, return library books!).<br />
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The purple box on the right, is for school hats. Next to that is a basket with umbrellas in it for rainy days.<br />
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On the wall above, we have a barometer, so the kids can learn to read the temperature for the day, and know if they need jumpers or what not.<br />
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Then there is a big notice board. The pin board is where we display all their certificates and things they are proud of. They get rotated often. The white board has 3 columns, Holly, Jack and Xavier, and each column has room for each day of the week going downwards. So we can jot down music day, library day, Japanese day, sports, etc etc. Nothing gets missed that way. Finally, there is a separate notice board. That is my notice board for things I need to remember. At the moment, I have their school photo slips ready for them to take in at the end of the week on photo day.<br />
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So there you have it. This is working much better for us, by unloading everything before they come inside, there is less clutter around the house (in theory). Also, they take their shoes off before going inside, so they don't drag the dirt and sand inside. Im thinking about adding another little box for dirty socks too and they are often covered in dirt and grass. And another box with clean white socks to pop on before school. All in the one place equals easy access and nothing lost in the last minute dash out of the house..... well, once again, in theory.<br />
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<b>Monday -</b> Chicken Carbonara Pasta</div>
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<b>Tuesday -</b> Sausage Casserole with Mash potato and vegies</div>
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<b>Thursday - </b>Lasagne and salad</div>
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<b>Friday -</b> Mexican night - Tacos, burritos and Nachos ( a little bit of everything because as if all 6 of us would like the same thing!)</div>
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<b>Saturday -</b> Fend for yourself night!</div>
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<b>Sunday -</b> Cottage Pie</div>
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Banana and Oat bread (recipe to come soon)</div>
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Have you seen the movie <a href="http://www.theincredibleburtwonderstone.com/index.html" target="_blank">The Incredible Burt Wonderstone</a>?<br />
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I love that movie. I'm a huge fan of Jim Carey though. Oh and Steve Carrell. Laughter is fantastic for the soul. Right now, the song from the movie <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wCVrC7Dg2qo" target="_blank">'On top of the world'</a> is summing me up so completely. It is amazing!<br />
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Anyway, as you all know, my hubby has been rather unwell with his mental health. He is making a fantastic recovery after being told he does not have Bi-Polar and just has depression. The medications were conflicting with each other, and dragging him down. But he is on the mend, and we have all noticed a massive turn around already.<br />
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However, the last month has been draining for me as well. Don't get me wrong. I know for a fact it has been much harder on him, and I am by no means trying to get sympathy for 'everything I have had to do'. Because, at the end of the day, I am his partner, and it is what partners do for each other.<br />
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Last Saturday, we got a new mattress delivered for our bed. Honestly, our old one, wow, it was rubbish. It had holes with springs poking through. No wonder we didn't get a very good sleep. Since sleeping on our new mattress, I have noticed a HUUUUUGE turn around in myself. Clearly, I was lacking some serious good sleep.<br />
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I was able to jump out of bed this morning. Yes, I literally mean jump! I swung my feet over the bed around 20 seconds after opening my eyes and bounced off the bed. I can't believe it! I haven't been this perky in... well, I don't remember! I am happy. Truly honestly happy. I can see the sunshine, I can hear the birds, and I can feel the sparkle in my eyes when I have an honest smile. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true. I feel like 'I'm on top of the world". I feel like I can take on anything. I am finally feeling like myself again.<br />
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I hope everyone has a truly magical day!Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-51656473813496951452013-07-17T19:18:00.000+10:002013-07-17T19:18:40.741+10:00I'm not Superwoman (Although it would be nice)So, the last few days have been somewhat of an emotional roller coaster.<br />
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Monday the 15th was the 1 year anniversary of the passing of my dear mother. I spent the day sitting and thinking about her, the good times, but it was very hard to not think of the vivid images of watching her pass away, and having to go through all by myself. It was horrible. But I know she is no longer in pain, I got through the day, and will again every year. I know that. It's the way she raised me after all!!<br />
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Then Tuesday, things fell apart. Hubby came to me very early in the morning with a massive low. The deepest depression I have seen him with. He was terrified, and frankly, so was I. I was on the phone most of the day with a Crisis Assessment Team, and helping him just get through the day. I had made a Dr appointment for him but couldn't get in until this morning. So, it was a matter of just surviving yesterday.<br />
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Today, we had a routine house inspection, just so happened to be at the same time we had to be at the Dr's. So I had to make sure the house was ready before we left for school. So a lot of the night I was cleaning. Then this morning getting the final details done, like beds made etc.<br />
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He did the Dr thing, Hubby had his medications upped. So we went to the Pharmacy to get more, then to the bank to deposit a check. By time we got home I had enough time to put on some dinner and sit for 5 minutes before I was back out for school pick up.<br />
I bumped into my friend who made me an appointment with a psychologist for tomorrow morning. She was concerned about me, which I found overwhelmingly beautiful, but I rang and changed the appointment for Hubby instead of myself. He needs to talk to someone ASAP. So, tomorrow we are off there.<br />
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However, I am done tonight, I don't know what to do right now. I have been a shoulder for Hubby, I have mourned my mother again, and I have scrubbed the crap out of my house. All within a span of a few days. I'm spent .... Exhausted .... Falling asleep typing.<br />
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I can't be that shoulder, that mourner, that cleaning lady/slave right now. I need a rest. So, tonight, I quit. I am going to leave everything, throw the kids in bed, and sit. I'm going to switch off and be completely and totally selfish. And you know what .... I don't care.Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-556675546916603652013-07-01T11:16:00.001+10:002013-07-01T11:16:37.305+10:00A realisation Last Friday, Hubby had to go away for work. We didn't find out until 8 pm the night before, and had to be up at 5 am, with the kids, to go to the airport to drop him off. He had been away for a few days before this, and had just gotten home about an hour earlier from that trip, before finding out he was off again. <div>
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The kids were gutted he was off again. But, it is life, you have to work to earn a living and pay for the roof over your head, the food in your belly, and all the other bills associated with living in general, right? Right. </div>
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I explained that to the kids and they understood as much as they could for their little ages. They didn't like it, but understood he absolutely HAD to go. </div>
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It began before I even left the car park. The screaming, the bullying each other, the hitting! Ugh! Come on, it's too early for this guys! Seriously!</div>
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This continued ALL day! By lunchtime, they broke me. I cracked, and I became submissive to their wants. I just didn't care anymore. Anything to keep them quiet and to give my poor ears a break!</div>
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Situations like this have been popping up more and more frequently lately. It has been driving me nuts, then at night I stay up thinking about how much of a horrible mother I am for giving in like that, and what horrible junk they are putting into their mouths. Which, is only fuel for the fire with additives etc. </div>
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WOW! That realisation sucked!</div>
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I don't know how this happened. I understand that they really miss having Daddy around. I understand they hate being couped up all day because it has been raining a lot. I have tried ALL the rainy day activities I can think off. I have googled, I have pintrest-ed, I have done everything I can think of. But there is nothing quite as good as running off steam in the yard. </div>
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Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-27341757401722760772013-06-17T11:42:00.000+10:002013-06-17T11:42:25.088+10:00Music for the soulMusic has a profound influence on me. It does on hubby too. It is amazing how music can change your mood. Make you happy, make you sad, make you think, make you energized, maybe even make you flirty! I have a playlist on my iPod that I use when I am doing the housework to keep me motivated. So I thought I would put my top 10 housework songs here.<br />
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8 - Bon Jovi - You give love a bad name (one of my mums favourites too!)</div>
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7 - Beyonce - Sweet Dreams</div>
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6 - Boy & Bear - Cover of Fall at your feet (originally by Crowded House)</div>
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5 - The Kinks - You really got me </div>
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3 - Peal Jam - Even flow</div>
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Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-40192444099159385352013-06-06T12:57:00.000+10:002013-06-06T12:57:48.189+10:00 Are you PC??<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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I have spoken to many people in the past and when asked the question "Who are going to vote for?" (Of course I tell them they are by no means under an obligation to tell me). Their response was "Ugh, I don't know, probably XXXX party".</div>
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My theory is, we the people, choose who we want to run our country. They get to have a major say in a lot of our goings on in our own personal lives. From how much we pay tax, how much 'assistance' via Centrelink we are allowed to get. They even get to choose what our country will do in the situation of a crisis, or, god forbid, a war. </div>
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Now, that is a ginormous responsibility.</div>
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People, I have found CAN be very apathetic towards voting, they don't see that their vote makes a difference, and they don't care who runs their country. But you see, it is us 'little people' who, when combined, have a very loud voice. </div>
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There are 99 days (as of today, 6/6/13) to get yourself enrolled to vote, make sure your address is up to date, and for you to scout the party platforms. I am no expert when it comes to politics, and quite frankly, the irritate me to no end. Watching politicians together is like watching a class full of students bullying each other and yelling at the teacher that "Billy' pushed my chair". </div>
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Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-80205905374234956992013-05-07T10:02:00.002+10:002013-05-07T10:17:46.134+10:00Blog Every Day In May - Day 6: 'What do I do?'<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">If you
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I have many jobs....<br />
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- Doctor/Nurse<br />
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- A 'Mrs Fix-It' (it usually involves tape)<br />
- Personal shopper<br />
- Personal Assistant<br />
- Cleaner<br />
- Teacher<br />
- Landscaper<br />
- Hair stylist<br />
- Nutritionist<br />
- Personal trainer<br />
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Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-90697139378214500342013-05-07T09:56:00.000+10:002013-05-07T10:17:13.332+10:00Blog Every Day In May - Day 5: Professing my LOVE!Publicly profess your love and devotion for one of your blogger friends. What
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So today, I would like to shout to the rooftops. Climb every mountain, swim every shore, to publically announce that I love ........ {drum roll please}.......<br />
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Too many bloggers equally!! I can't just choose one!! So I thought I would just make a list for you to peruse at your own pace .....<br />
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<a href="http://noexcuseseasyorganising.com/" target="_blank">No Excuses! Easy Organising For Large Families</a><br />
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Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-32493449315850171232013-05-07T09:42:00.002+10:002013-05-07T10:16:07.753+10:00Blog Everyday In May: Day 4: Favourite Quote!Todays topic (even though it was technically a few days ago) is....<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">This quote has followed me through my life with my own children. It brings a sense of calm, and can be used in all situations, not just a literal mess on the floor. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">"Messes can be cleaned up" can apply to so many 'messy' areas of life. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">Since my mum passed away, this quote has become my mantra, and every time I say it to myself or one of the children, it reminds me of her, and her beautiful nature.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">So that is my favourite quote, the source, and the reason I love it. </span><br />
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Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-88880572740109271392013-05-03T18:29:00.001+10:002013-05-03T18:29:48.851+10:00Blog everyday in May: day 3- Things that make you uncomfortable.<br />
So, I was asking hubby what he thought made me uncomfortable.......<br />
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He rattled off an enormous list. I personally think he may have exaggerated just a liiiittle bit! <br />
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Things like public speaking, confrontation, snakes, spiders, and the smell of farts, they all came in on the list. <br />
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But at the top of my list, is the one and only thing that makes my skin crawl with unease.<br />
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FEET!!!!!!! Ewwwwww!!!<br />
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I don't mind my own feet. But other people's bare feet. Nope. I can't do it. I can not go near them! <br />
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It is only bare feet mind you. Socks I can deal with.<br />
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Often hubby lays on the couch with his feet up. After more then 7 years, he has grown to know he can not, absolutely can NOT put his feet up on the couch ANYWHERE near me! Even laying in bed sometimes, he might accidentally shuffle his feet over, and if those feet touch me, I just about scream and I instantly feel the need for a boiling hot shower. <br />
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I'm strange and I know, I wriggle my toes and I show it. Yeah!!<br />
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So there you go, I hate feet. My kids feet are ok, but now they are getting older they are starting to freak me out more. <br />
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I think it is the toe nails that freak me out the most. I don't know. Honestly, I don't care as it is an easy thing to avoid...... Unless I upset hubby, then I'm doomed as he only has to wriggle his toes in my direction, and it's over with, I'm screwed and he wins. Lol.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><em><span style="color: #0b5394;">Today's challenge for Blog Everyday In May is: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Educate
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">Well, to be honest, I wanted to skip today. I have issues and don't think I am good at anything, or know enough about something to educate anybody on the subject. So, I have had to have a long hard think. This is what I come up with......</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">This is a mantra that my hubby has taught me over the years. He is a very intelligent man (even though he doesn't think so!!) and he reads a lot, researches a lot of random things, and self educates himself - and me - along the way.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">This is one of the stand out sayings that he has spouted. There are many more, but this one I love.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">I get emotional a lot, the whole range of emotions. I suppose you could called it '50 Shades of Emotions' {Pause for laughs here!}</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">He has over the years taught me, that just because we feel something, an emotion, or a put down in our head, it doesn't mean it is true.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">I thought I would talk about this subject matter as I have a sneaking suspicion that there are a lot of other mums out there like me, who put themselves down in their head, or feel things that aren't always on the positive side. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">So to all the mums who have thoughts that vear along the same lines as mine, rest assured. Just because you 'feel' that way, doesn't always mean it is the way. The sooner we all start to look at why we are feeling this way, the better. Because......</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">Feelings Aren't Facts!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">They are just a feeling. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">Chin up mamma's, get the facts of your emotions, and then you can start to learn about what causes them, why they are happening, and ultimately, how deal with them better.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">I would also like to say a HUGE thank you to my hubby, who has sat with me countless times over the last 7 1/2 years, through the tears, the depressive thoughts, and all the negatives, and have told me simply, Feelings Aren't Facts. He has taught me how to listen to my feelings, and work through them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">{Disclaimer:} I am not always 'in tune' with my feeling and can throw a massive bitch fest and go off the rails too. Sometimes 'Feelings Aren't Facts' gets thrown out the window in pieces and fed to the birds. We are all human after all. :)</span><br />
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Day 1: The story of your life, in 250 words or less.</div>
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Born in Essendon in Melbourne. Moved to central Victoria when I was 5 with the whole family. Mum, dad, my brother who is 8 years older then me and myself moved to a very small town called St.Arnaud when I was about 7. Moved back to Central Victoria when I was 12 and stayed put.</div>
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My parents separated when I was 14, I had a baby at 16 and separated from her father. Fell in love with my soul mate/best friend/most annoying person at times. Had babies with him at 18, 20 and 22. Engaged, waiting for funds to be a Mrs! </div>
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Mum passed away last year (2012) and I miss her like crazy. Making changes and moving up and on with my life, focusing more on myself.</div>
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I like wine and cheese ...... preferably together! :D</div>
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_1347699663"></span><span id="goog_1347699664"></span><br />Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-78918205993335202362013-04-30T23:01:00.001+10:002013-04-30T23:01:14.270+10:00Turn Styles and windy roads.So I am sitting on the couch. It is 10.30pm. The TV is on, but I don't know what is actually ON TV. Kids are asleep and hubby is too. It is just me.<br />
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I am sitting here and this, right now, is my time to 'chill out', relax, I have the whole house to myself.<br />
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But I can't. I can't relax, or chill out.<br />
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Instead of doing something I enjoy, or just sitting and watching something I like on TV for once. I am sitting here thinking....<br />
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"hmmm I should be cleaning the coffee table, it's filthy"<br />
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"Oh I could be unstacking the dishwasher right now"<br />
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"I should put a load of washing in the machine to hang up in the morning"<br />
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"I should make the kids lunches tonight to save time in the morning"<br />
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"I should make a list of things I need to do/ want to do tomorrow"<br />
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What the hell....<br />
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I finally get some time to myself, and these are the thoughts that run through my head?? I don't even know what I want to watch on TV. Because I never really get a say in whats on, I don't know what I like anymore. I could be working on a 'hobby', but, alas, I don't have one! I can't even decide on what I would like to have as a hobby.<br />
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I think, something like photography would be really cool. But somehow, somewhere in my brain, there is something that is telling me there is no point, I wouldn't be any good at it anyway.<br />
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I don't know why I think like this. But I know it needs to change, and stat!! I can't go on doing what I do everyday, day in, day out. I don't even allow myself a Sunday off. I don't just sit. Like, ever!!<br />
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I feel like my mind is going a mile a minute. I don't stop. Everyday, I get up, make food, clean house, do the kids things, school, homework, back to cooking for dinner. Then baths and bed. It feels like a never ending circle that I just can't stop from spinning.<br />
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I know I need to snap out of this destructive cycle. I shouldn't be worrying about the housework so much. I shouldn't care if the coffee table is a bit dirty. And really, it only takes me 5 minutes to whip the kids lunches up in the morning. So I need to stop stressing about these mundane things. I need to start enjoying life a bit more.<br />
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So, that's what I am going to do. I am going to spend the day tomorrow organising the house, and getting it back into order. Then, I am going to start enjoying my own life a lot more. I am going to go out more, I am going to find a hobby, and not destroy my own excitement by putting myself down in my head.<br />
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I hope I can change this turn-style life into a windy road along the shore line. Something scenic. Something with many metaphorical pit stops along the way. I know there will be speed bumps. They are inevitable. But, if I slow my pace until I am over the bump, then I can keep on moving.<br />
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I'm not sure how this went along the path of metaphorical driving and such. But it is obviously the way my mind works.<br />
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My children are getting older. Yes, I still have small children, but day by day, they grow more and more independent. They don't need me as much anymore, so it really is time for me to start to pick up the pieces of my own life. Start to find out who Tiffany is again, not just who 'mum' is.<br />
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I will keep writing about my journey with this, as it helps me to clear my mind. It helps me to get it all out in my own time, in my own words, and in my own space.Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-72942755873296152472013-04-29T10:25:00.000+10:002013-04-29T10:25:26.365+10:005 Random Thing About Moi! <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This morning, I was tagged on Instagram to share 5 Random things abut myself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I got thinking, and thought it might be nice to share them on here too, but with a little more depth into I, as I can't fit much on Instagram.</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, my 5 point are......</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><u>1: I had my children at the ages of 16, 18, 20 & 22.</u></span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I got pregnant when I was 15, essentially it was a 'Virgin Pregnancy'. First time uh-oh!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It was very difficult for myself and my family to go through this. I was terrified. Mum was understanding, and dad, well he went out the backyard, screamed, then he was there for me. I had my beautiful Daughter when I was 16, and started back at school through an online program they had in my town. Her father and I parted ways when she was about 3 months old. He is, and always has been, and active participant in her life. I am thankful that at least the mistake I made, was with a good man. He was only 16 too, so we struggled through, and got 'The Looks' together. But, it wasn't to be. When sh was about 14 months, I met Chris. My current fiancé. And the rest is, what they say, 'history'. We decided to have baby together, and start our family. We don't regret a single thing! We are still madly in love 7 1/2 years later, and have been through just about everything together, and it ha only made us stronger.</span><br />
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<u><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">2: I don't smile openly in photos as I have crooked teeth, and I am self-conscious about it.</span></u><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> This one was hard for me to admit. I try to hide it. When I was little I had a VERY traumatic experience at the school dental van. Since then my mum was hesitant to take me to the dentist for anything that wasn't urgent. So when my Adult teeth started coming through, so didn't take me to get braces, and quite honestly, she wouldn't have been able to afford it if she wanted to take me anyway. I would love to get braces now and have straight teeth. But I can't afford it either, and I have a legitimate phobia of the dentist. Plus I don't want braces at my age, I want Invisiline, which is massively pricey! One of these days, I hoe to have this sorted as I know there are now things they can do to help ease the anxiety and plain old fear that I would have even sitting in a dentists chair.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> A lot of you already know this. Since my mother passing, they have dropped all contact with me. They hate me, lie about me to everyone, and have even tried to blackmail money out of me. I am very glad to be in QLD when they are all in VIC.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I hate the idea of something being gross, and the whole 'bacteria floating in the air' thing, scares me a little. I don't have literal OCD, but everyday things like beds have to be made, I have to clean the toilets, and have to stay on top of the dishes. I must shower everyday, and wash my hands for ages to make sure they are clean. I don't think this is too bad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I don't want to start a controversial topic and have people get heated about this. This is simply my thoughts, opinion and views. I have absolutely no problem with people following their own spiritual path. As long as it isn't pushed on me, then I am happy to know anyone, who follows any religion. It is a shame that only a small handful of people make a lot of religions looks bad. I don't believe that everyone who follow a certain 'God' is a direct reflection of those we hear bad things about. </span><br />
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Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-81124096164388256372013-04-17T11:53:00.000+10:002013-04-17T11:53:01.534+10:00Why the Change?If you follow me on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Surviving-Four-Kids/108316762629696?ref=hl" target="_blank">Facebook</a> then you would know, hubby and I had a massive talk, and made the big decision to change the kids schools. This was a major choice for us, and the children, since they had only just had to move from one school in VIC to the one here in QLD last September. <br />
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Miss (almost) 9 was being bullied and excluded at school. She used to be a happy, smart, outgoing little girl. But when we shifted she became quite withdrawn, grumpy, angry, and short with everyone. Her academic progress seemed to have halted. Initially we thought this was due to SUCH a HUGE change from moving interstate. But when she finally broke down and admitted spending all her recess and lunch times in the library by herself reading. We knew there was a problem. <br />
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I spoke to her teacher, and in my opinion, he handled it ALL wrong. So many kinds of wrong that it wasn't funny.<br />
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Mr 6 was just cruising along quite nicely, had friends, school work was being done well. So he was fine.<br />
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However, Mr (almost) 5 was having a bad time too. His teacher almost seemed to not like him. He was acting out, and he had quite severe Separation Anxiety. He was below the standards set by the school. And he dreaded going to school every day. Friday nights he asked if he had school the next day, and when we told him he had 2 days off, he was anxious the entire weekend about going back. <br />
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I tried talking to the teachers, but they seemed to see it as an annoyance rather then something they need to help me to fix, for his sake. <br />
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Don't even get me started on the lack of proper writing and stuff they were NOT doing because they were on the (optional) Laptop/iPad classes! Boy that was a massive mistake! Pen and paper, they need it!!!<br />
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The final straw was the fact that my 4yo Preppy got ..... SUSPENDED!<br />
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I looked at the Vice Principal with confusion and slight disgust. <br />
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They are suspending my 4yo? A 4yo? Seriously??? What the......?<br />
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Yes ok, he did the wrong thing by biting a child when they both went for the same toy. But suspension?? Not to mention they are sending him the wrong message. He WANTS to go home, all the time! They know this! So, when he did the wrong thing, he got to go home..... Make sense? Don't think so!<br />
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So, that was it for me and hubby. We had a chat to our neighbours (3 lots of our neighbours had children at this same school, and all shifted them due to the lack of performance of this school). They helped us and supported our move. One of the neighbours also sends her children to the same school we have transferred to. <br />
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Today is only their 3rd day at the new school.<br />
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The differences I have noticed so far are....<br />
- Much better behaviour<br />
- They ALL look forward to going!<br />
- Miss 8 has a smile, ALL.THE.TIME!<br />
- Mr 4 doesn't have separation issues<br />
- They have said to me Mr 4 does NOT have 'special needs' and he is no different<br />
- Mr 6 will not be quiet about all his new friends<br />
- Miss 8 has friends!<br />
- Miss 8's hand writing is improving already!<br />
- The parents are even different, and actually come up to me to welcome me to the school an introduce themselves!<br />
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This is in just 3 days!!<br />
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So, my thoughts .... We have absolutely, without a doubt, made THE right choice for our children!<br />
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I am so happy that I have righted the wrong. I am so happy that they are happy. It is all I wantfor my children.Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-51559715651818460802013-03-13T22:26:00.001+11:002013-03-13T22:26:16.098+11:00The most embarrassing thing EVER!!OH MY GOD!!<br />
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Like seriously, OH MY GOD! The most embarrassing thing EVER just happened to me and hubs....<br />
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So let me set the scene....<br />
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Hubby and I thought "hmm the kids are in bed, lets have a shower, like, together!" OOOH how sexual right! Anyway, we come out of the bathroom and are on the *ahem!* bed, bedroom door is shut and lock also so you know, JUST IN CASE a child wakes up right...<br />
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So we are laying there and we hear this voice "Helloooooo??" We are like, What the...??<br />
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We realise it is our neighbour Ill call her Mrs O. So we scamble to throw on clothes and walk out our bedroom door only to find her IN OUR HOUSE!!!! OH MY GOD! She apparently was knocking on our front door, but since we were in the shower and had the door shut we didn't hear her. Instead of walking away and coming back later, she decided to break into our backyard through the side gate, which by the way has a peice of wood and a heavy tire holding said wood to the fence so the dog doesnt get out. She entered our house through my laundry door and was standing in the hall way (outside of Miss 8's room) holering "hellooooo?"......<br />
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Holy hell.<br />
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She was after the cake I made her saying she is leaving at 4am and was picking it up tonight instead of in the morning... Holy shit! I hadn't finished it, I just needed to make a quick Ganache and pop it on top, so she stood in my kitchen having a good old chat and a cup of coffee while I finished it off, in my dressing gown, completly NUDE underneath it......... AWKWARD!!!!<br />
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This has freaked me out, and I am horribly embarrassed, thankfully she didn't know what we were doing, and LUCKILY we had our bedroom door shut, otherwise she may have run out of the house .... screaming!<br />
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The End..... True story by the way :-(Surviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-15015806143177190872013-03-07T10:34:00.001+11:002013-03-07T10:34:42.510+11:00A weight has been lifted....<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Last night, from about 4.30pm, I had a massive splitting head ache. I don't know what brought it on. I don't get headaches often, and when I do they are usually tolerable, and some panadol gets rid of them pretty quickly. So when panadol didn't work, and I was making dinner, hubby came home and saw how much my head was hurting and gave me a hand. As we were eating dinner, I said to him " I can't do 'kid stuff' tonight honey, can I be 'off-duty?" He of course was happy to let me chill out, and he cleared the table, did the dishes, and did all the 'kids stuff'. When he came back into the lounge after putting them all to bed, he brought with him a cup of tea and some chocolate biscuits. Just for me! Gosh I love this man! So I layed down on the couch with my cuppa, and he even surrendered the remote!! So I was mindlessly flicking the channels, but decided there was nothing on, so I gave it to him and he watched some boring doco thing on something that is of no interest to me. I ended up falling asleep on the couch at 8pm......<br />
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He woke me and shuffled me into bed around 10.30pm. And I was OUT of it! <br />
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I woke up this morning at 5am. When he was shuffling out the door to work. I felt like I could have jumped out of bed and done some handstands (not that I can do handstands!). I felt refreshed, and energized and I felt like the weigh of the world had somehow been lifted from my shoulders, and I was happy and free.....<br />
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What weight of the world? ...... Family....<br />
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Family<strike> is</strike> was the weight of my shoulders. <br />
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Not the family under my roof. Not my daughter and sons, and beautiful hubby-to-be. No, the extended edition of family. Aunties, Uncles, grand-parents, cousins, even siblings. <br />
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All of the extended family mentioned above, they abandoned me when my mother passed away last July. They started blackmailing me, pushing me around, pointing fingers, and criticising. It hurt. It has always hurt however. Even since I can remember, my 'family' has never seemed to like me. They have never accepted me. I don't have the slightest clue why. The only answer I can come up with is they didn't like my dad, and the fact I was his daughter was enough. That, and the fact I didn't follow them like a sheep. I'm not a sheep. I'm not a leader, I'm just a person. I believe in equality. Not a hierarchy. <br />
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So anyway, for the last 7 months (ish), I have been quite a sad, sorry for myself, sack of boring-ness. But today I feel like this has changed. I don't know if it was because I got such a big sleep. Or if it was just time. But now. I don't care anymore. I don't care that I don't have 'family'. I don't have Aunts, Uncles, cousins, siblings, grandparents, or parents. No one. I don't care because I have myself. I have my husband-to-be, I have my children, and I have my mother in law. I have all these amazing people around me because they choose to be. They choose to love me, they choose to stand by my side no matter what, and support everything I do. <br />
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They don't hurt me, they don't walk all over me, and they don't decide if I am worthy. They are my constants in life. I love them to my core. So much so, that sometimes it hurts. <br />
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Today I make a pledge. I pledge to be here, in the now, for them more. I pledge to have fun with them more, pledge to be their rock whenever they need me. I pledge to be their number one fan. I am going to be there, having fun, all the time! I can't go on being wrapped up in the feelings that insignificant people have placed in my heart. If you want to know me, be a friend, and one day be part of my family, then you have to be there. Always. I am going to start trying really hard to make some more friends around here. Friends are family too. But I am not having it like it used to be. Where people are only half involved. I'm not going to only be there when someone needs something. I'm either in - or out. Not half way. <br />
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OK, I am going to end my little rant here. I just had to get this out this morning. My heart of so full of love for my family that it had to burst out somewhere! I hope everyone has a fantastic day! <br />
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Tiff! XXSurviving Four Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13489550300238607937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7403857458951623562.post-4822145124039003912013-02-22T08:49:00.000+11:002013-02-22T08:49:14.614+11:00My little Xavier....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My little Xavier, he is struggling with his first year at school. If you follow me on<a href="https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=293489140779123&id=108316762629696&comment_id=1228717&ref=notif&notif_t=feed_comment#!/pages/Surviving-Four-Kids/108316762629696" target="_blank"> Facebook</a> then you will know he has been going through Separation Anxiety when I drop him off. He screams hits scratches and tries to run from the classroom when I leave. It has been hard, but he is slowly getting better. I take him in early so he and the teacher can play on a special iPad they found for him to use until the bell rings for the other children to go into class, so he can settle without the other kids around. He has been doing really well.<br />
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However, it seems to go from one issue to another. Now he is settling in the mornings easily enough, he has been acting out at lunchtime in the playground. I was mortified when I got a phone call yesterday afternoon asking me to come pick him up from school, as he had clawed at another boys face, and drew blood, and he bit another little boys arm. I was shocked and my eyes almost popped out of my head as this is SO out of character for him. This is the 3rd time he has done this at school. He is a pleasant boy with a heart of gold. He very rarely hurts people and if he does it is usually only his big brother, but even then it is only in a brotherly way. They don't do 'punch on's' or anything. Just sibling scraps. <br />
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So, I went to school and had a chat with the guidance counselor. She was very helpful and understanding. She reassured me we will get through this, and he will settle into school eventually. Which I am sure he will. <br />
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However, she started to talk to me about why he might be doing these things at school if he has never done this sort or stuff at home. She wants to sit with him next week and do some tests with him, but words like ADHD were being thrown around. Even the words 'special needs' and 'Autism' were thrown in for good measure. I must admit, this freaked me the heck out! This is my little Xavey Baby we are talking about! A beautiful little boy who just wants to be with his mummy. <br />
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Now I am not saying I would be fearful or upset if it turned out he did have something a little 'off' with him. If there is anything it would be very slight. I know he will be fine with whatever diagnoses we might eventually get when we take her assessments to a GP and wherever else I am suppose to go. <br />
I don't see this things as problems are anything, but I would like to know if there is something wrong so I can fix it, and learn to teach him the way he needs to be taught in order to make it easier for him. <br />
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So now we have started, we are on, what I am sure will be a long road to help my little boy. I don't know how to go about all this, and I am hoping I am wrong with the concerns the councilor and I both have, and this is just a phase or something. But I just wanted to share and get it out there, to get it off my chest as well. There are many mums who I am sure have been in this exact position who get what I am saying. They have survived all the stress and drama, so I will too. Anything to help my little Xavier!<br />
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