Friday, July 15, 2011

New blog

At some stage I should probably cross my fingers and hope that someone reads this blog, because I never did get the followers widget to work. And blogger help, just confirmed I wasn't alone in having that formatting problemo.
So I just decided sometime back in may to start blog two and write this one off as a nice practise way of dipping my toes in.
I've discovered that my uni courses will at some stage cover designing and using blogs as a teacher, so I've renewed mys trength and energy in my little typing fingers and plunged back into blogging.
of course it helps immensely that I am meant to be doing other things, procrastination soup for the uni student's soul.
so before I forget, the linky link link which I just will put here so indelicately like so... click
and ta da my other slow, seldomly posted to blog , the story of a studying single parenting person. Or a handy way of avoiding assignments and other nastiness.

mwah.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Hey presto

So I lost my blogging enthusiasm along they way after that cuppa back in '10 and a new year has rolled around. Good news, it's a good one for my family - lots of study happening and a new puppy ( a life goal for me achieved finally).  Still a sole parent and enjoying my children and family muchly.

I would love to be able to have a followers widget on my blog, but I can't get one to work at all. One of my aims for this year, once I keep blogging a little more regularly, will be to work out how to participate in the blogosphere a bit more. I'd like to add pictures and get on board with these memes that I love reading and viewing on everyone else's blogs.
The way I am succeeding in other areas I have no doubt I will get there one day....but if it doesn't happen this year and another year roles around, that is ok too. I do have priorities building up on top of my priorities these days.

Perhaps I will even share the details in a blog post eventually!

 Priority tonight - Gaze up at the night sky from the deckchairs in our backyard.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The Magic Keyboard

It feels like magic sometimes to lay my fingers down onto the computer keyboard. This can take me places, transport me out across the worldwideweb. But right now, the only place I can really go is into assignment land, and to tell the truth, I am not enjoying it much at all right now. It's school holidays here and that usually means lots of time hangin' with the fam'. Not today and not tommorow either.  I instead, am meant to be finishing this uni work.
Not a coincidence then that this is my first blog post in aages.

Hmmm must be time for a cuppa.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

UM

Um of Umbridge. the person you are when you cannot be yourself or you will lose your head.
so instead of revealing myself I will keep it factual.
1. I am still studying. Not sure whether to continue on the three year program ( that I have been on for all of 3 weeks) or drop back to the four year program.
2. I am still a solo mum. It's doing my head in a bit. A lot of responsibility. A lot of times I wish I had someone to share the load.
3. My poor kids copped a bit of crazy mum action today. I yelled at them really loudly. I told them I HATED their behaviour. This is because I really felt like I hated them. That's a pretty big bad statement for a loving mother to make. I really want to tell you about all the stuff I had to fit into my day today, and all the stuff I didn't fit into my day today that I desperately needed to get done and why this all resulted in me snapping like a taught rubber band , but anyone who is a mother knows it already. It probably doesn't justify my behaviour (but I am hoping it does) although, I think it's ok they saw me at a breaking point. I think it's ok that my five year old sees that when she yells at me over and over and over and over and over that I am not the perfect mother who can always put up with it.
4. I still feel really really really reallly really guilty that I was not the perfect mother.
5. I also feel pretty embarressed that the neighbours might have heard me.
6. I don't think I've spelt embarressed correctly.
7. I suck at keeping things factual. I think this post reveals me in all my unperfect mother glory.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

This day.Part 2

Well.
I am still enjoying watching my children grow up.
My teenager woke and surprised me with a book she had made, with photos and scrapbooking that she had written a little story about thanking me for being her ( and her sisters ) mother.
Happy Mothers Day.
Yes, yes it is :)

This day.

Happy Mothers Day.
It's a special day here. My daughter wakes up at the crack of dawwn like it's christmas. She is eager to give me the present she has made at school. She has kept us all out of her room for the last two days. Screaming at anyone who would dare leave her door open, lest I sneak a peak.

I have spent many drives home from school saying...'no I didn't hear that'   in response to them accidentally letting  slip clues while talking ith each other.


And I am ok with this desperate secrecy, although I worry that they are building it up a bit much. Surely there's not much I haven't seen in the way of mothers day gifts so far. I've had the photo in the icypole frame. I've had the worlds greatest mother coffee cup. The handprints with a poem about messy rooms and growing up too quickly.
And I have cried over these gifts every single year for the actual jewels that my children present me. The lessons I see them learning about giving and consideration and love.
But before I get too carried away with remembering my babies crafty achievements from years past, it's the gifts that I am not getting this year that might make me shed a tear.
I haven't heard the teenager make any plans for mothers day. The highschool doesn't run a mothers day shop. She sleeps in past the early 'make a cup of tea for mum in bed hour'. I feel a tugging on the invisible cord between us just a little more. She's growing up.

Strangely this makes my mothers day this year. The best gift a mother can have. Watching your child grow up.

Enjoy it.

Monday, April 12, 2010

whinging

It starts slow, with a few hours missed sleep maybe, the day before shopping day when no one wants to eat the shrivelled up orange at the back of the fridge or go to the effort to make somethig with the remaining can of chickpeas in the pantry.
It might be because of the stress of being a single parent, it could be because all my assessment is due the week after easter, it could be because when you are 4 or 6 or 13 or 31 things are not always FAIR, but when it starts it still suprises me how quickly it goes from a small little sniff to a bit of a niggly voice, to a stutterrry mwaaaah to a waaaaaargh....but i ccccc cccc annn tttt.

and that is just me.
When the kids start whinging, it's even worse.

yeah. I'm over it!

ps. I completed and handed in my first assessment. Next one I am taking in today.