Our Move To QLD!

Well, if you follow my Facebook page, you will know we have had an extraordinary amount of hassle associated with moving interstate. It sucked. Plain and simple. But you know what. I am STILL happy! Living here makes me happy! The move came about when my partners work decided to shut the doors of the Victorian Factory, and relocate it to combine it with the QLD one. This was ages ago and offered us to move then, but due to the fact my mum was sick we didn't want to make the move. I needed to be there with her. I am glad I did. Before my mother passed, I did discuss the fact the company had rung Chris, virtually begging him to come up. She said not to let anyone hold us back, and she felt this was nothing but good news. She was always very in tune to her 'gut feelings'.

When my mum passed on July 15 2012, my life was turned upside down. I had no reason to stay in a place that brought me so much negativity. She was the only thing keeping me there. My family (Aunties, Uncle, Cousins even grand parents) weren't keen on me for some reason. They never invited me to family parties, or called to see how we were. It was always me making the moves. It brought be down, and I got really depressed. A lot. It took it's toll on my beautiful little family. That's when I told Chris, that I want to go to QLD. He was hesitant at first, but then he realised it was the best thing for our family, our mental health, and financially. So we did.

Now, I am not going to go into a lot of details about the move, lets just say, a little word of advice, IF you move, go with someone who is a larger company and pay that little bit extra. It is WELL worth it!

But since being here in my new home (which I LOOOOVE!) and now we have our stuff, and the major task of unpacking 6 peoples lives is at hand. I am STILL happy! It's like the negativity that weighed me down, the darkness that surrounded me. The fear of 'bumping' into a family member. It is all gone! The neighbours came out and greeted us, the children play so happily together in the street, and other neighbours that are driving, are aware kids are there, and drive super slowly. It is AMAZING here! Even Chris came home last night, after a LONG stressful day at work, and he was happy. He gave me a hug and said "You were right, this is better. I am happy, and I love the house". Ahhhh music to my ears!

Deep down I have my mother to thank for this. It was her intuition that brought us here. I was able to stay with her until the end and I know, she is watching over us right now, smiling and so proud of her family. I will miss her everyday for the rest of my life, but I am so lucky to of EVER had her in my life to begin with. She has made me happy and free.



Tiff. xx

Personality Plus!

Today I asked my 'likers' on Facebook what they would like to see more of from me? One lady suggested about the different personalities in my household. I thought this was a great idea to start with. So here it goes....

OK, so first is my Miss 8. She has the most placid personality EVER! She is kind an nurturing, patient and loving. She See's the joy in the world. She takes time to smell the roses, and frolic in the long grass. She helps me whenever, wherever she can. However, she is the oldest out of my lot, and with 3 younger brothers, sometimes this can be trying for her. She tries to colour in nicely and it gets drawn on my Mr 22 months, she tries to sit and watch a movie and gets out voted for a 'boy' movie instead of Barbie. She often finds this unfair, but due to her beautiful nature, she accepts it and moves on. I sometimes tell the boys that it is her turn to pick a movie, and they will sit and watch it with her. Sometimes. I try to encourage her helpfulness, her kindness and reward her pleasant attitude to life in general. She has been a very easy child. However, she is getting a little older, and I have  feeling, a little bit of puberty might be starting to hit her. She is sometimes rather emotional about trivial things, and is starting to get (for lack of a better word) bitchy. But she still remains a beautiful little girl, with a heart of gold, and a brain to boot. (Little brag, she is an entire year ahead in everything at school!)

Next is Mr 5 1/2 - WELL! I don't even know where to start with this one. He is.... impulsive. I have come to learn he is what they call a heuristic learner. You tell him a thousand times the stove is hot, but he won't believe it until he touches it and burns his hand. Then he will do it again to b sure! He acts before he thinks, and gets upset with himself when he has to suffer the consequences for his actions. However, in saying this, he has a giant heart of pure gold. If someone gets hurt, he is there to help, if I can't lift something, he tries his best to help (he is freakishly strong!). Since hubby has been away the last 2 weeks, he has become 'the man of the house'. He has embraced this with all he has to give. He helps with the baby, and cleans up after people that are smaller then him. He gives me cuddles when I am tired, and having a bad day. He is VERY much daddy's boy. I have alot of trouble with this one though, he has an attitude, and he has a tendency to get angry easily, he is a very emotional little thing. I feel for him when he gets upset, he gets upset with only himself, and it takes alot of reassuring to get him back to himself. We have had to make a big change in diet for him, as if he has much sugar at all, he goes batty. Like seriously, climbing the walls! So we have cut it out. This has made a huge difference to his behaviour. He doesn't like reading, but he is VERY clever as well. Just like his big sister.

Mr 4 1/2 - well, he is pretty easy actually. He will be going to school next year, and I will miss having him home with me. He does not ever stop talking, but he is always wanting hugs and kisses, which is perfectly fine by me! He doesn't eat much, but what he does eat, he doesn't complain about.
I am curious to see how he will go at school next year, he might have to work on his listening problem, but, what 4 year old listens? He is very kind, LOVES his little brother to bits. Fights like a house on fire with Mr 5 1/2, but that is only because he looks up to his big brother. I have to keep him entertained at all times, he gets bored easily. So, rainy days are, difficult sometimes. But he is so loving. He LOVES to help around the house too, which is fantastic!

Finally, Mr 22 months. Well he is a bit young to be able to asses his personality. But so far, he is a mummy's boy! He LOVES his cuddles, loves his kisses, and loves his food!! Oh and his teddy which he named 'Tedda!" He is lost without Tedda.

I am very lucky to have 4 beautiful loving helpful children. I don't know what they will be like when they are older. But I can't wait to find out. I am thankful everyday that I have this lot. Even the days that they irritate me, they are still the most precious, beautiful things on this planet to me. :)

xx Tiff.

Hump day - Wednesday

Well, today, Wednesday, is feeling very much like a hump day for me. As we have 9 days left here in Victoria, I have been frantically packing and cleaning the house while hubby is up in beautiful sunny QLD working. It is more work then I thought. I don't know why I thought I could do it easily, but hey we all misjudge at some point HAHA!

Today the kids had the day off school as their teachers were on strike. I wouldn't have minded, but I had a trillion errands to run this morning. I did get them done however, then we went out for lunch. It was nice. To a point. However silly me forgot I was getting some boxes while I was out, and put the pram in the boot. Well, if anyone was watching me and the lady who I got the boxes from, they would have had a laughing fit. 20 boxes into a Tarago boot, with a 3 wheeled pram. Hmmm. That was ..... an experience! LOL

So I have packed most of the house up. All the boxes are being stored in what was the play room. However I didn't think this through very well, as I didn't vacuum it first, I'm curious what will be under them once they go in the truck, yikes! So all we have left to go are the clothes, kitchen, and cleaning things. Of course there is then the whole lot of linen on all the beds one the day of moving. I will have to leave some boxes out for them.

I can't wait to join my partner up in QLD. The kids are getting restless because they are so excited, we are all getting impatient and anxious to get there. Maybe it's because it's warmer up there HAHA.

Oh well, that's my spiel for now.

I hope everyone else is having a rip snorter of a day!

XX Tiff.

Moving house - Interstate!

 

Argh! Just a little bit daunting LOL

 

 

McDonalds is NOT free daycare!

OK, so usually, I do NOT 'bag out' other parents, I generally believe that most of us try to do our best and all that jazz. However, I had two, TWO, separate incidents, that made me a little mad, one more then another.

Hubby and I had to drive 1 1/2 hours to pick up the kids, his mum meets us half way to her house so neither of us has to travel 3 hours straight. Any who, we go to the service centre on the Freeway that has petrol, Maccas and KFC, you know, them places everyone stops at to have a break. Well seeing I have had 4 kids, my bladder was about to burst, so I thought I would shimmy over to the loo's and do what we do there. On my way out, I opened the door, and turned the corner. The out of nowhere - WHACK! a metal 'child proof' gate from the Maccas Playground came swinging at my face with a small child hanging on it, and into my nose it went. Not cool.
I stood there, holding onto my nose, tears threatening (you know how it is with noses). I decided I would wait to see if a parent of the child came to me to do the right thing and say sorry on behalf of the child, and so I could tell them their precious bundle of joy can in fact escape the playground, close to the door to the busy road. I waited there for 5 minutes, and no sign of the parent!! I had to go back to the car as my Mother In Law had arrived. But I was not comfortable in leaving the child there, apparently unsupervised. I didn't know what to do, I went back in there to get my kids some fries from Maccas to subdue them until we got home, and the child was sitting down with the parents. I decided not to go and talk to the parents, to let them know their child could escape, and almost made me cry in public. But I am curious, do you often find parents throwing their kids into the Playgrounds of an enclosed area, and then disappearing without a trace for much longer then you prefer?

OK, so second incident today. When we were driving to the destination to collect our kiddies, I was happily driving along, bopping my head to the music Hubby calls 'crap' (which it is not), and I look in my rear view, and there is this car 'hooning' up behind me. This Freeway is 110kpm, so you drive pretty fast as it is, but as always, you get idiots that decide they are better the everyone, and have the right to speed. They were right up my bum. They decided to cut in really close behind me to over take. I kinda just thought "whatever, be stupid". I instinctively looked over, and I gaped in astonishment! I just stared and went "OH MY GOD!" it was a mother in that car, with 3 small children in car seats. But the part that got me outraged, was the fact she had all the windows up, and was smoking!!!! I couldn't believe it. Ill admit it, as much as I hate it, I am a mild smoker. But under no circumstances what so ever, would I ever smoke in the car with my children in it, with windows up or down. EVER! This is in fact illegal in Victoria as well. So I got hubby to jot down the licence plate number, and noted what exit she took, and I rang the police when we stopped.

I know, I have been whinging a lot in this post, but sometimes, I feel like a really crap parent, there are so many things I could be doing different/better. But then days like today, I feel like SuperMum! I'm not, but I feel like it lol. I hope I did the right thing in 'dobbing in' this lady, but I just couldn't let it go. Those poor kids.

Would love to hear your opinions and views.

Tiff!

The 'S' word (Sex!)

Ok, so I haven't done a post for a while, and thought I would shake things up a little bit and be brutally honest with everyone about who I am. I love having sex. With my hubby only of course.

I am curious though, sex seems to be such a taboo subject. We all have it (that's how most of us get babies!) we should all enjoy it, heck it feels good when done right!

I don't see why this subject is soooo taboo though. Obviously you're not going to go running down the street screaming "I just had sex with my partner, wooooo." But it just seems so naughty and secretive. I think this has something to do with the success of the book 50 Shades Of Grey and the following 2 book 50 Shades Darker, and 50 Shades Freed. Mum's want to be able to be open about this topic. It's fun, it feels good, and it is one of the most natural things on earth.

Obviously everyone likes different things, likes to be in control, taken control of, soft and gentle, hard and fast. Whatever 'floats your boat' is ok, as long as it is between 2 consenting adults. Sex is something that should be celebrated in my opinion.

So, back to the book. I am obsessed with it!! I think alot of mums are! For me, it's not about all the kinky fetish stuff (although, SOME of it sounds pretty fun!) but for me it's about the fact, Ana the young lady that is being seduced by Christian, a very wealthy young man (who is VERY attractive) doesn't really have to voice what she wants. It is like he just knows. To me that sounds just Devinne! Of course, this is a fantasy book and not based on reality. People don't usually have that kind of link with the brain waves to be able to sense what each other wants. But I guess I personally feel that after the 7 years hubby and I have been together, we should know to some degree what feels good for one another.

That's my thoughts anyway, the intuition between 2 people who love each other and make the choice to be together intimately, it is not a given, it has to be worked on, and alot.

Back to my original point, the word SEX shouldn't be so outcast, its a wonderful natural thing that should be savoured and enjoyed, we should be able to talk to friends about it without fear of judgement or feeling like we have been doing something naughty. Maybe it's just me that thinks this way, and I hope I don't ruffle too many feathers writing this, I just wanted it out there.

Have a great day everyone - and hopefully, you have a great night too ;)

Mum

My mum and my 4 kiddies. xxxxx

On the 15th July 2012, my mother passed away from Cancer. This is why I have been away. I have been far too numb, weak and tired to blog. I won't apologize, as I think this is a normal human reaction.

She was diagnosed with Gall Bladder Cancer in November last year, almost exactly 2 weeks after my grandmother passed away. So we have gone from nursing my grandmother, to nursing my mother. It has been had hard few years. But the last month of my life, have been a blurry hell. I have barely been home. It has been a blessing that Chris has been able to be off work for so long as we get things in place for our move to QLD. He has taken the reins at home with the kids and the housework, and the cooking, for me, so I could spend time with my mum. For this I am eternally grateful to him. I got to spend the time with her, just me and her, without having to keep kids in line.

I am having very vivid flashes in my head of her last breath. I blink and I see it, it stops me in my tracks. You see, no one else was with me when she passed. My Aunty was outside on the phone. It was just me. We knew it was close. So she was calling my other Aunty to come over. So I sat and told my mum a story, about how she will get to see her mum again, and they can go fishing off a pier and catch rainbow coloured fish. Then they could sit on the beach and eat fish and chips. And walk hand in hand into the sunset. I hated seeing her in pain, so I whispered to her that it was ok. Ok to go into the sunset with nanna. About 30 seconds after I said that, she was gone, and I was left sobbing in the lounge room of her home, alone, holding her hand and wishing she would take another breathe so I could tell her once again that I loved her.

I have been floating in a blurred state the last 2 weeks, the first week I had to plan her funeral totally on my own. I had never done that before, and it was hard, scary, and horridly sad. I cried like a baby when reading her eulogy, and I am not embarrassed to admit that. But I stood there, on my own, and said what I wanted to say, about a lady that had a heart of gold, soul of an angel, and the kindness of a saint. My mum.

Mum, I will love you always, and there will not be a day I won't think about you. xxxx