An Unhealthy Obsession.

I used to have it with shoes. I used to have over a hundred pairs until I culled my collection and now I am cured of it. Can't say the same for scarves and bags.

I'm not the only one with an unhealthy obsession.

I don't know if I should organise them according to colour or pattern or designer. This is going to take all afternoon.

ETA:

These are just the blues and grey/creams. I ran out of hanger for the reds and yellows. I was going to say I feel better now, until I realised the hanger on the right is facing the wrong way. It annoys me just looking at it. 

What's Your Excuse?

This photo has created a bit of a furore on Facebook.

I can see why it pissed off a lot of people, the slogan is just a bit inflammatory. But I don't think she could have put anything down that would not be taken negatively. She has some pretty good advice on her blog here. Good for her, I say. As Britney Spears says, if you want a hot body and look good in a bikini, you better work b**ch.

So what's my excuse?

This,

this,

this,

this,

this,

this,

this,

this,

this,

this,

this,

this,

this, 

and this.

Do I feel guilty? Not really. I'd rather have eaten them than not. Anyway, I'm just waiting for my abdominal separation to close itself then I can start really working out. I heard it can take months and months to fix itself. 

New Addition.

Bubby and Chububby have a cousin! Little A arrived a little early on 1st of October although we were expecting her to be a bit earlier, her mum was certainly more than ready to evict her weeks ago.

Chububby looks huge in comparison. Although she really is a tiny little thing. Her mum literally, no word of a lie and I saw the birth video, coughed her out. 

Proud and smitten aunt.

In other news, Bubby had to dress up as a baby animal or his favourite fruit or vegetable for Spring Day at daycare. So I made him a broccoli costume hat.

Obviously, I am not a milliner. My brother reckons they look like grapes. To me they look like fungal spores or a colony of staphylococcus.

Whoever said kids don't like vegetables?

Bubby is one cool dude.

Art and About With the Family.

Over the weekend, we were blessed with beautiful weather (Sydney sure knows how to put on a great summer) as we headed to the city to check out this year's Art and About. We really only got to see Snailovasion (giants snails) and Field (field of mirrors). There's so much more to see but it's hard with an infant who feeds every 2 hours.

Bubby loved the giant snails.

And had a ball running around the mirrors. It's amazing how easy it is to lose a child here. It's like a mirror maze. I like that I can see his reflection in one of the mirrors.

It was such a great day. After many months of hubby never having a day off it was so nice to spend proper family time.

I'm a Mother not a Martyr.

I went to visit my work last week for a catchup and to touch base. While I was talking to a group of colleagues the question of when I was going back to work and if I was coming back full time came up. I said I was coming back in June and definitely full time as I'm not cut out to be a stay-at-home-mum, I need to work to save my sanity, or something along those lines. One of them a part-timer mother of two said jokingly, "Oh so you're thinking of yourself first." "Well, yes, someone has to" was my reply. She then said "that's okay, you're just being honest."

Being a stay-at-home-mum is not going to make me a better mother or a better person. Kudos to SAHMs, it's freaking hard work. That aside, I love working and I love my job. It enriches my life and I get joy and satisfaction out of it. To deny myself that will make be bitter and resentful, not the sort of mother that anyone would want. It doesn't mean I love my children any less than the next mother. As for going back to full time work as opposed to part-time, well I don't like job sharing and I know I'll end up doing work on my days off anyway, so I might as well get paid for it. I will give up every organ I have for my children but naturally I won't if I don't have to as I need them to live fully. Same with work.

Did I say any of that? No. Did I feel the need to justify myself? Definitely not. There are very few people whose personal opinion of me matters. My husband and children and maybe my parents and brothers but they love me no matter what anyway.

My colleague's comment about thinking of myself first really just got me thinking but what really annoyed me was when she said that's okay I'm just being honest. I found that incredibly patronising. Anyway, I let it all go. I might need her for something when I go back to work and it's easier to get people to do what you want when you haven't pissed them off.

Anyway, photo time.

During my morning walk.

After my morning walk

Mother of One at a Time.

Oh. My. Goodness. What a week I had last week. Bubby was sick so he was at home for the whole week. He is a good kid but 24 hours seven eight days straight, and one of those days was literally 21 hours because his cough was so bad he didn't sleep until 3 am, was quite a challenge to my sanity. Juggling two kids is a skill that I do not possess. Don't get me wrong, being a mother of two is nice but it would be so much easier if I were a mother of one a time.

Bubby looks sick here but I had to force him to take a bed rest by bribing him with TV. Otherwise, he'd be running around like a lunatic.

That is a Royal Doulton lamp that he's used as a basketball hoop. I'm surprised he got the ball in.

One good thing about having Bubby home is the two boys can bond. Here he joins Chububby for tummy time.

Bubby's first day back at daycare and I treated myself to breakfast. Well, it's more like I didn't realise that I haven't had breakfast until after I've dropped him off and I was positively ravenous. Nice view of the water pity about the crappy weather.

Essie was on sale at Priceline so I got Sugar Daddy. I really quite like it. It goes on nicely and not streaky at all. It's better and cheaper than OPI.

I like the natural pink shade. It's been four days and it's still going strong.

Today I watched this documentary:

It's about what upper middle class New Yorkers do to get their kids into preschool. It's unbelievable. And I thought places for preschool are competitive here in Sydney. Nevertheless, it prompted me to get on with the pile of application forms for schools for Chububby. Fun.

Double Ds.

Dancing and dessert, not the usual kind of double Ds.

Yesterday, I was stuck in traffic because the news on the radio said that the Harbour Tunnel was closed so I was forced to take the Bridge. I and everyone else coming from the North Shore apparently also listened to the radio because the traffic was backed up all the way to the Warringah Freeway. And you know, what the Tunnel wasn't even closed. I watched helplessly from my lane as the traffic to the tunnel just zoomed by. I should have just listened to the nursery rhymes CD instead of Kyle and Jackie O.

Anyway, the traffic made it too late for me to go for my walk so I just looked for exercise videos online. I first tried belly dancing but I just felt so silly and uncoordinated, sensual, it did not make me. Then I found this Bollywood Burn video.

The moves were quite fun so I dancercised my way to hopefully at least 1 cm off my waistline. 

I'm not a fan of exercising so I usually reward myself for having achieved it so this was my reward.

 

It's supposed to be low calories so I hope the dancing and dessert don't cancel each other out.