So, I missed a day for blogtober yesterday. I was planning on talking about two things, either:
1. How much those idyllic blogs give me the shits. You know the ones, where life is rosy, posy perfect and everything is filtered through muted sunlight and we are all SO VERY HAPPY AND WELL ADJUSTED and my children are perfect and my partner is perfect and gosh darnit, aren't I cute and quirky and have THE MOST PERFECT TASTE IN EVERYTHING. Bleurgh. The sugar saccharine makes my teeth hurt and my belly sick. And I was thinking, is that what I do? I don't think so, I try to be as honest and straight forward about my life as possible, but am I accurate? Do people get an honest idea about it? My life, as happy as it does make me, is not idyllic. I live in a lovely foresty area, but our house is cramped and cluttered and ENTIRELY inappropriate for having babies in, so I need to be watching Rubes AT ALL TIMES and I have been having middle of the night anxiety (when the best and most stupid anxiety strikes) about cleaning the windows, as it's my obsession at the moment. And I finally had to come to the conclusion that at the moment I can not clean the windows, as Rubes is too difficult to keep entertained during that time - the kitchen (where the most spidery web windows live) she is bored with as she has to be in there while we make dinner and she is quite disagreeable at the moment because as I have said before - she is getting all her bottom teeth at once - it's a swollen sore mess. The molars seem to be coming through first with the most white there and the front milky teeth are not far behind and the ones in between bringing up the rear.
This is my life. I obsess about small stuff, usually cleaning related and I start projects and never finish them. I have a pile of recipe magazines (the only ones I buy) in the lounge because I keep attempting to cut out recipes and get rid of the rest. I started this project when I WAS PREGNANT. I am pretty much on the go from when I get up (6 or 7) to when I go to bed (9-11) and if I take time to do something for myself then something else doesn't get done. During naps yesterday, I read books, which was GREAT and something I do very little of, but I was a bit tired from the wine DrMr and I drank the night before (ahem), so had NO MOTIVATION to get scrubbing or tidying or washing. I don' have people over because I am one of those people who LIKES a clean house, but can't be bothered doing it for company. And I AM AWARE that none of my friends give a shit about clean.
Ok long point to say, I AM FAIRLY NEUROTIC. There you go. I am not complaining about my life, I am just saying I AM NORMAL and INCREDIBLY BORING.
2. Anyway, I thought that was too wanky and you know what, COMPLETELY NORMAL for any working parent, so SHUT THE HELL UP Sally Morrigan. SO INSTEAD, I was going to post some pics of Rubes and I at the park yesterday. We have a lovely lake in the middle of the suburb we live and I often forget about it, but I am trying to take Rubes more fun places to distract her from her sore mouth (and tire her out, as naps are currently a time of hysteria) I just put her down for a nap, and she is not crying, but she is singing and kicking her cot so hard that it sounds like there is a team of tradesmen upstairs remodeling the bathroom. As long as there are no tears, I am happy. She'll tire herself out. Eventually.
For once the sun was out.
And so were the ducklings. They will let you get quite close if you throw bread at them.
We stopped for a swing and a slide.
Then a biscuit and drink of water in the sun and home again.