My safety clothing is black on black on black. I've come to the realisation that its the only way to pull of homeless chic. Maybe I stole my look from blanket dude on K-road who clearly doesn't give no fucks about life. That dude could wear a pineapple on his man-junk and people would still be throwing money into that tin cup. Maybe I should just sit there and see how much cash the gods bestow upon me. I shouldn't joke about that, I'm one purchase away from declaring a state of emergency in this household. One day soon I really might need that dude's tin cup. We can't afford meat but it's okay though-We have tequila!
My car is like the land of the lost. Have you ever seen a teenage girls' bedroom after trying to find an outfit to wear. My car looks like that all the time. There are bits of crackers that I don't even remember giving Noah to eat. I think theres probably about 7 shoes with no mate and about 5 jumpers that probably don't even fit Noah anymore. I'm making myself sound like a pig but seriously you should try keeping a car clean with two children under three. Mission (slightly) impossible. I'm currently covered in snot, both my kids are sick. I could probably wring this top I'm wearing and fill up a coffee cup. Someone give me something to look forward to. PLEASE. On a slightly more positive note, We just celebrated Tonga's 29th birthday. We went to Mexican Cafe and aside from the group of girls wearing tartan shirts and hooker hoops, trying to lean like a cholo, it was A++ as always. I had the ceviche which was lemon delicious and the fish was very fresh, although the salad could have used more dressing. Tonga had a chicken chimichanga which is like a deep fried tortilla with chicken, beans and cheese inside served with rice and beans (I always get this, its amazing). Side note: My mum makes better Mexican beans but hey? You can't blame them for trying. If you do go to the Mex, you HAVE to get the hot cheese dip. Its like a warm, creamy mess of cheesy, mexicany, spicey deliciousness. Another side note: If I was in prison on death row, my last meal would be a jug of passionfruit margarita. BOOM, there it is. My child has escaped* and is probably wandering the streets by now, its 8:13 at night so I should go and look for him. *Kidding, hes at my parents' house next door. Probably conning my mum into making him dessert and watching youtube videos of little spanish kids playing with kinder suprise eggs. Until next time, S x
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Firstly, I want to make it very clear that I am in no way giving parenting advice or offering expertise. That would be almost impossible as my experience (or lack there of) is extremely short. I am talking explicitly about my own life and my own journey as a parent.
I have a large network of family and friends who are all awesome, loving people. Between Tonga and I we have six parents, three grandparents and numerous brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. There is a huge mixture of parenting styles and ways to discipline children. When I became a parent, I didn't think about the "parenting style" I wanted to use. I was just running on instinct. On what I know from my parents. Now I'm beginning to question which direction my parenting journey will take. I am in NO way a perfect parent. I often struggle (and I mean often). I struggle daily with how to approach my sons behaviour and I'm not ashamed to admit that I do yell. I have even smacked him before. At the moment I'm really struggling with setting boundaries with Noah and trying to stick to them. Consistency is hard when there are so many parents around us offering advice and well meaning criticism. I take things like that to heart and it really effects me when people comment on my parenting in front of Noah. How will Noah be able to respect me as a parent, If other people are struggling to do this. I know, in my heart, that people are just trying to help when they offer suggestions or try to discipline Noah. Sometimes I am unaware of things that I say and do that might come across as hurtful or mean at the time and I do struggle with admitting that I am wrong. I want to make everyone feel included and important while maintaining my children's respect. I would like the chance to parent my kids in my own way and this is in no way meant to disrespect other peoples way of parenting. I want to be clear that my own choices as a mother do not discount other parents' choices. I'm just trying to do my best here. I feel like the people around us hold a wealth of knowledge with life and with children and I'm not afraid to ask for your opinion or your help and I will do this from time to time. I do recognise that my own insecurity as a parent might be causing me to hear helpful advice as criticism and this is something I need to work on with my husband. I love that we are lucky enough to have so much love and care for our babies! I just want people to trust that we can raise our children with the same amount of love my parents gave me. I know there will be a lot of bumps on the way and we will get there eventually. I just want my parents to be proud of the parents I know we can be. If you have ever tried to travel overseas with a child under 4 (or two in my case) then you will probably be in need of hard liquor by now. I found my self sitting in my plane seat with two screaming children thinking "this is why people beat their kids". Noah refused to listen to me the entire holiday, making sure the WHOLE island knew that his favourite word was no. He spent each day destroying what he could, crying when he didn't get his way and yelling at me when I didn't give in to his terrorist demands. If you have ever been on a plane with a screaming child thinking "shut your bloody kid up", BELIEVE ME I would have if it was legal to do what I was thinking about at that moment in time. I willed the plane to go faster and wished for it to be ripped open by godzilla but my empty hopes were drowned out by the crying of my 2 year old. I felt sorry for everyone around me and then I felt mad because people started staring at me like they have never seen a kid cry before. I ordered two vodkas and decided to ignore Noah. Parenting rule #1 If in doubt, drink. No just kidding. It must be that if a child is crying its because there is something WRONG. (This rule must apply to everyone, but NOAH). We travelled to Rarotonga to suprise my dad, all thanks to my amazing step mum Kerry! He didn't know about us coming and the look on his face when we walked through the arrivals gate was PRICELESS! I should have recorded it. My dad and Kerry and been married for 10 years and they were renewing their vows at their beachfront hotel. It was such a beautiful ceremony and I'm so happy for them! Don't get me wrong, we had some good times. (Like when the kids were sleeping HA HA) When we could get Noah in the pool or in the sea he was having the time of his life. Our resort was absolutely amazing, right on the beach and the food was great! Rarotonga is a beautiful place, I can't wait to go back. I really missed my husband while we were there and he would have had the best time! The moral of this story is Rarotonga is for relaxing. Don't take your kids. and PARENTING IS HARD. If you're reading this in the future Noah, You owe me a REALLY, REALLY good mothers day/birthday/christmas present. Now that my dad lives in Sydney it was really cool to see him and spend a bit of time with him. The kids and I really miss him and Kerry. Me, mel, my cousin Angela and Tui will be going for a visit in October.
Until next time, S x |
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