The week that was....FOURTEEN & FIFTEEN

Another two weeks jammed into one post! Oh the indignity.

Have to admit though, not much to report for these two weeks. Life just plodded along, day after day and turned into two weeks.

School holidays commenced in NSW. I took my little miss to the office on Monday. She was so excited about it - I was thinking her expectations were a wee bit high, I mean I am never excited to go there. All in all she was great....much better behaved than at home. Her highlight was the hot chocolate machine.

So why stop there I thought....I took both my little miss and little mr to the office on Wednesday. Seriously, what the fuck was I thinking? Actually I know what I was thinking....Another guy from work was taking his three kids, his youngest also aged four, so I agreed to take my little man too. Never again. The End.

Admittedly, they weren't that bad. But the high stress level that you are in all day making sure they are quiet enough, tidy enough, respectful enough - not worth it.

Last weekend we had a family lunch for Dad's birthday. He will be seventy next year - my anxiety levels rise the older he gets. Morbid I know. I also know that he won't be around forever and that thought paralyses me with a fear I would never be able to explain.

Good Friday saw us busing it to the football - Bunnies vs Bulldogs. Seriously, how is awesome is live sport. I love it. For me there is no better way to vent frustration than screaming and yelling at grown men running around a football field. Seriously how shit is it when your team doesn't win though.

My list of ten

Move - Still moving and challenging friends on fitbit (who are currently whipping my butt). 

Meditate - Still meditating and loving it.

Kind - Still reading The Happiness Project and implementing some changes - watch this space.

Connect - Don't feel I connected enough.

Food - Don't feel I ate enough great food.

Flow - Definitely going with the flow a lot more - I think The Happiness Project is helping.

Blog - Ummm....Eh, one week but Tickety BOOM the next.

Budget - Sticking to it.

Fun - FOOTBALL!

How was your week...2 weeks?

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Holiday Handyman (or woman!)

What is with the holidays that scream "YOU MUST BE HANDY!"?

Any extended period of time spent at home and the handyman pull is strong. It nags and nags until the guilt is unbearable. Until you are dragging your sorry arse out of bed or off the couch, applying expired sunscreen and searching for the hat you haven't worn since last holidays.

You are pulled to the backyard to hack at hedges, pull at weeds, push a lawnmower up hill, nail some panels, paint some pylons, re-oil the deck...etc, etc.

Sometimes it pulls you to the houses insides to hang pictures, paint doors, re-organise kids spaces to make more room for all the extra "stuff" they have accumulated because it is holidays.

I could go on...and on...and on. But I am sure you get the idea as I am sure this has happened to each and everyone one of you in the past.

Hubby and I have been afflicted these holidays - the fallout is that the house looks amazing. On the flip side, the kids weren't particularly happy about the situation - their screams were more like, "I AM BORED. HOW MUCH LONGER? ARE YOU FINISHED YET? I AM BORED".

But rest assured, it is all done and dusted now, no more screaming from the holidays or the kids - well not about the handyman affliction anyway....until next year that is.

Have you been a Holiday Handyman (or woman) these holidays?

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The non-traffic in the school holidays

I love driving to work in the school holidays, the traffic is amazing. What can sometimes take me an hour, takes me about 20 minutes.
However, I am always baffled by the amount of people that aren't driving during the school holidays, where do all these people go?

• Are they teachers?
• Do they have no need to drop their kids to school?
• Are they actual school kids?
• Are they parents having holidays with their kids? (and if this is the case I would like to know how they get 12 weeks holiday a year, because I need that job for when my daughter reaches school.)
• Or clearly the most likely - a combination of all of the above.

I am definitely lulled into a false sense of security for the time it takes me to get to work during this time, and therefore I get later and later each day in leaving the house - and therefore getting a precious 5, 10 even 15 minutes sleep each day. 

Only to be brought back to earth with a great big thud when school goes back and it is taking me an hour again....and I am late to work.

Do you leave for work later in the school holidays too?

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