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Day Four… never ending story..

So this new hospital doesn’t invite parents to stay with their children well maybe in the peds ward but no where else, it’s just the difference one of many, between the two hospitals. Maybe it’s just me being precious and a helicopter parent. Either way I’m not needed. And it hurts to be honest. I have always been his first responder, it’s always been “Muuuuuum” the more drawn out the word the more needed l was.

I guess some might argue “Oh he’s seventeen he’s practically an adult” but is he? At the other hospital l would help him with bathroom visits and physio and non medical things, just to give the nursing staff time to spend with more needy patients and they were happy for me to be involved. Here not so much, and yet here, it’s much busier.

Being a Mother.. to me means standing guard being his soft place to fall, catching him before he hits the ground, although last week his girlfriend and her Mum did that job for me, and l am thankful.

I am his Mum, his protector of boogeyman and night monsters and spiders and scary stuff, and l am banished from him and neither of us are enjoying it.

So he’s seventeen, but, when he’s told that he has to go for an Echocardiogram to check is the infection has reached his heart, well, he panics and all he hears is “blah blah blah heart, oh I’m dying” so when l come back into the room and he starts telling me this and then breaks down and asks me “Am l going to die?” Well that just breaks my heart!

And I’m his protector so l wrap him in a hug and tell him of course he is not, they are being cautious, and all the time my heart is breaking for my Star Son, who one day hurt his knee playing his favourite sport and suddenly two weeks later he’s attached to drips and thinking he going to die.

I want to hurt someone. Tell me this crap and let me break this scary big news in a more careful loving way.

I want to hurt someone because they have terrified my son.

I want to hurt someone because l spent the rest of the afternoon mopping up tears and reminding him to deep breathe.

I want to hurt some one because my big tough husband has cried more in the last two days than in 15 years of marriage.

I want to hurt someone because he is there all alone thinking he’s dying and l am here at home crying.

I really want to hurt someone.

Mind dump…

It’s 3:08am. I’m wide awake… why?

His drip had an air bubble and alarms went off every which way, lights flashing, Nurse Fiona came in quietly creeping but she needed light and a syringe to remove the offending bubble and so all lights went on and though she was fast and efficient and it was all dealt with so quickly, my mind has switched on and l am wide awake.

He sleeps blissfully it’s been a rough few weeks, two weeks ago exactly we were here, he had a knee reconstruction, playing football it’s been his dream since he was 3 yrs old and got his first football and declared “I’m going to play for the Tigers!”

He started Auskick at 5 yrs old and joined his first team at 8 or 9. I had previously believed l had skipped the “Sports Mum” title but l thought too soon. Then it was all about football training in the cold winter evenings and Sunday’s we worship at the Church of Football, all day Sunday is about Football and he’s breezed through it all.. well almost… until this year.

First game of season 2019, twenty minutes into the first quarter, l sat there dutifully doing the good Mother thing, I am NOT that cheering Mother, l’m not allowed to cheer, he hates hearing me cheer from the side lines, l am NOT that Mother that yells at the umpire for a crappy decision, because that’s the Umpires job and they train hard to do that, l am also NOT that Mother who coaches from the side lines because that’s what his coach is for, and besides, l don’t even like Football, l don’t understand it l don’t know who plays on what position, l know very few of the players, l honestly don’t care but HE does and so, therefore, l go each week, to see my Star Son, l cheer when he’s not looking l sing his theme song under my breath and l love that he is so committed and happy to play.

So back to round one, it’s Autumn in Australia, the days are getting shorter and the weather is temperamental but that day was lovely and sunny, l was not feeling very well, so l took my book and read and cat napped in the car for the hour and a half before his game, while they do their strategies and warm ups or whatever it is they do.

My husband is team manager this year so he’s off doing his pre game official stuff, it’s a good way to get an hours reading or letters written uninteruppted time.

Then the previous game finished and Star Son and his team took to the field. So l set up the picnic blanket on the ground in front of our car and took my book and watched the game… not knowing then it would be his last for the year!

The team is a mix of last season’s players and a whole bunch of new guys so pre season has been about them all learning to come together and be a team, bonding sessions, hard training sessions since about February, including a beach training session, and Star Son to help improve his own fitness joined the local gym and attended at least twice weekly.

So what happened next was not part of the plan and frankly not even a blip on any of our radars. Aussie Rules football AFL to those who are from overseas, is a rough game, he’s had a concussion before and once he got carried off the field on a stretcher! (And gosh did l get into trouble for not taking photos for Facebook!) And though l hate to see him hurt in any capacity I’ve learnt to bite my tongue and not complain, (He never sees the tears l cry) because it’s all part of the game, the game he loves, the game he eats, sleeps and breathes for.

His Grandmother once said to him “Whatever they pay you to play, l will pay you NOT to play” and we laughed at her, but, now l am on team Tanny, l don’t want him to play not after that day.

Fifteen minutes into the first quarter, the other team are big solid lads, l guess ours had speed and Star Son was playing down my end of the field so l had a good view, we were already showing domination on the score board. And then BANG he’s down, slow motion, the other guy hip and shouldered him, he went up in the air and he crashed down, l swear l felt the thud as he landed, and l just stared, silently willing him, “Come on get up! Come on!” He tried, he rolled this way, he rolled the other, but he was struggling and my heart skipped a beat, then his hand went up which means “Send help” the First Aide girl went running and spoke to him, felt his leg and then put her hand up calling for help, although l know he would have hated it l so wanted to run out to him on to that field.

The trainer and first aide got him up and carried him off the field, passed me at the boundary and l caught his eye, tear filled, and mouthed “ankle or knee?” He said “Knee l think” and there began our nightmare.

He was taken to the coaches box and inspected, but just prior to that another player had come off the field, his arm, we found out later was broken so he was sent off in an ambulance!

But Star Son sat there with an Ice pack, only staff are allowed in the coaches box so l forced myself to stay sitting where l was “Don’t panic! There’s no blood, he’s upright just wait. Don’t panic” so l prayed, to outsiders it might have looked like l was reading my book but behind my sunglasses my eyes were closed and l cried out to Jehovah to send an angel to watch over him.

And then l found my husband because as team manager he IS allowed in the coaches box!! He quickly returned and said “Oh he’s strained his knee he’ll just sit out the rest of this quarter” (Ha! Yeah right!!) At Half time my husband called me over and said “Sit with him in the coaches box while the team go into the rooms” so l sat and l asked him “How are you really?” And he said “Mum the pain is unbareable” my heart cracked. Because l want to fix him but I’m not allowed.

He sat there for the rest of the game, with an ice pack, his knee was massively swollen and l still don’t understand why he wasn’t sent to see someone, but apparently we had to wait for the swelling to go down. Getting him into the car to go home was fun… NOT! He’s six foot tall and folding his lanky body into the Volkswagen coupe was not easy!

At home, in my domain, l became Nurse, pain killers, ice pack, showers, comfort foods, still not understanding why we were not seeing a hospital. I was told his coach ( also a physiotherapist) would assess him the next night, see if the swelling had subsided.

Monday- No school, he can’t walk, can’t put any weight on it at all, he’s using a walking stick to hobble around. Training that night, Coach says “Let’s see a Dr to get a second opinion” finally.

Dad hired a set of crutches.

Tuesday- No school, he’s in a huge amount of pain, he’s also doing year 12 and cannot miss more than a set amount of hours or he may fail. So we reach out to the school and tell them what’s happening asking them to send him home work so he doesn’t fall behind. He sees his own Doctor who consults with Coach and they agree it’s not improving send him for an MRI.

Wednesday- 6:45am in the car headed to another suburb for an 8:15am appointment for an MRI, we are given a disc with images and we deliver it straight to Coach, who rings my Husband and says “It’s not looking good” l didn’t get shown the photos or take part in any of these discussions, maybe they’re too advanced for my simple mind.

Thursday- We have a 6:30pm appointment with an Orthopedic Surgeon who delivers the bad news..

He has done his ACL, MCL and torn his meniscus. He won’t play again for at least 12 months (in my mind all l heard was “He won’t play again” and suddenly his Grandma won!) So he was prescribed pain relief and anti inflammatory told to keep using the crutches and booked in for Surgery on Wednesday May 1st.

He’s been off school since some of that was school holidays and Some he’s done sheet work to keep up.

Wednesday 1st May. We need to be at the Epworth in Richmond at 7.00am we leave home at 5:30, arrive on time, check in everything goes smoothly, he’s in good spirits, he’s looking forward to jelly in recovery, Dad pays the bills and takes in the technical jargon and l, well l take deep breaths and keep it all together when inside l’m not coping so well. But it’s about him not me so deep breathe don’t let anyone see your hands shaking.

I get to go up to pre surgery and see the orthopaedic surgeon, his team of helpers all come and introduce themselves l will never remember their names or their jobs l smile, l nod and l freak out when they have to wheel him away, but l smile and say “see you when you wake up l love you” and then l have to find my way through the maze of tunnels and get back to his ward. Dad and l eat a vanilla slice at the Cafe and drink coffee and wait for the call to say it’s all over.

Just after 11.00am the call comes he’s good in recovery he’ll be back soon. I thank Jehovah for answering my prayers.

Then a call from recovery “Do you want to come sit with him?” So we quickly go there to see our Star Son, my husband goes first, spends a few minutes to reassure himself he’s all good and then he’s heading into work to get some stuff done. I’m staying, no where else l could even think of being right now.

I spend half an hour in recovery with him, zonked out of his mind, we laugh about how one minute he’s going surfing with the male nurse and then suddenly he says “My leg!! They’ve cut off my leg!” I quickly reassured him they had not and then in his next breath he’s off to play tennis.. “With only one leg?” I asked, he sighed and said “Oh yeah they cut off my leg!” I showed him his leg was still there and then he made a cute little video telling his girl friend how much he loved her.

Back on his ward he dozed, he ate chicken nuggets and chips, we watched Netflix and l helped him to and from the bathroom, and l watched him sleep fitfully and cry out occasionally in pain, and l wished l could take it all away. His blood pressure was high, his heart rate was fast it was scary.

We made it through the first night, my big tough Star Son who towers over me, woke during the night and l sleepily asked him “What do you need I’ll get it” he replied “Just making sure you’re here” l said “I wouldn’t be any where else”

Thursday- early morning starts surgeon came by at 6:30am to do rounds and we were given all clear to go home. Had a physio visit and an x-Ray and a pharmacy visit And by 11:00am we gently busted him out of the hospital.

Back home we began a new daily routine, medication and physio. Everything was going lovely and smoothly until Sunday! Bloody Mothers day.

It started well, he walked without his crutches and we all cheered it was time he started weight baring. He has a 2 week check up Wednesday with his own Doctor, everything was going smoother than l imagined… l jinxed us!

Sunday evening he said he didn’t feel so good and he wasn’t hungry plus he was sore, we though he might have over done the weight baring bit so helped him into bed. Then he vomited, and then the fever started and l thought maybe it was like gastro, so l tried to keep his fluids up and entice him to eat.

Tuesday- He slept most of the day his girlfriend came to visit after school and he went out to say Happy Mother’s Day to her mum he’d brought her chocolates and then suddenly Bree ran in and said “Quick Kim, he’s passed out” running outside he’s laying in the drive way, luckily Bree had caught him so he didn’t hit his head. He was white as a ghost, even his freckles had disappeared. I don’t know how l manage to keep so calm but we got him up and inside and then my mind is racing. I made phone calls to my husband to Star Sons Doctor l couldn’t get him in, so l rang my doctor and got him in, my daughter drive us down and my husband met us there.

He had a raging temperature 39.2 she said he was dehydrated and the fever probably made him pass out. She gave him antibiotics and anti nausea medication and told us to give him hydrolyte but the worst Thing was the pain in his knee it was hot and angry. She didn’t suspect his knee was infected thinking like us it was gastro. He hardly slept all night l alternated between ice packs and pain relief. He had his two week check up the next morning.

Wednesday 15th May. Two weeks post op. Antibiotics and antinausea meds, pain relief, hot shower but not too hot and forced him to eat some cereal, time for his 10:30am DR appointment, my husband changed his mind, did he suspect?! And decided to stay home and attend the appointment, his Dr listened to yesterday’s tale and took a look at his knee and said “Go straight back to the hospital!” He wrote us a referral and then we were in the car rushing madly back to Richmond.

By 12.00pm he was in a bed in Emergency and by 1:15pm the surgeon was here draining fluid from the knee by 2:20pm he was taken down to pre op and l’m in a daze! Filling in forms answering questions starting to be concerned about his BP, his racing heart beat his collapsing viens, he was dehydrated, connected to a drip, whiter almost than the sheets.

So, his knee joint got infected inside, it was nothing l did wrong, he went into surgery and had keyhole surgery and they flushed the infection out with 10 litres of sterile water. He’s attached to a drip feeding him strong antibiotics. From 10:30am till surgery at 3:20pm everything moved like a whirl wind, my husband went home to get some things for us and suddenly l was alone, l brought donuts and sat and cried, because sometimes it just has to happen. I can be strong for everyone most of the time.

So at 3.08 am when l started writing this l laid here in the glow of all the machines while he sleeps and listen to him breathe and think about this star Son who means the world to me, and l know l’m going to be really tired later, Nurse Fiona is worrying and wants to make me drinks because l am not sleeping, but like l always say l can sleep when l’m dead for now l’m right where he needs me to be. Its 5:29am probably not worth sleeping now.

October has begun!

October is fairly busy for us.

We had a lovely camping trip from Thursday 27th September until Monday 1st October.

We had two of our children join us the two eldest ones and three and a half of our Grandchildren.

Squishy is 4, Faerygirl is 2 (going on 21!) Little Dude is 9 weeks old and Belly Babe is still in utero!

Little Dude- 9 weeks first camping trip.

Squishy boy- 5 in December caught the ONLY fish!

Faerygirl know known as Camping Chick! 2 yrs old bathing in a tub!

We had a great time although no internet reception was slightly a pain.

Today and tomorrow l am sitting with my cousin who is house bound while she recovers from surgery.

Today we watched the movie “Victoria and Abdul” it was a great movie! Plus we did some art.

On the subject of art.. I promised you all l would post a flip through of my art journal for missing the last few days of the month in regards to my art.

Now even though the #blogfestseptember is officially over l solemnly do swear to stay in regular touch with y’all… I’ve missed blogging be honest.

This month in #kickinthecreatives

I’ve chosen to do the prompt #OutAndAboutOctober so that means out of my house and sketching in public or somewhere not in my house.

Here are day one and two…

Day one- Ursula our camper before we left Carter’s Beach.

Day 2- Charlie’s house on my back deck technically l was out of the house lol.

Have a great week everyone!

Chat soon.

I almost forgot to write a blog…

Its been a busy day!

6:50am- Studying the Book of James, today we did verses 2:14-17 and then we colour code and S.O.A.K it.. So that takes a while.

Then I read half a chapter of my book, checked my online things like my emails and Facebook etc.

8:00am time to get up and get the Star Son off to School, by the time he leaves I’ve usually started a load of laundry, made the bed and done the dishes. So by 8:45am the house is clean, the Galah Charlie has been fed and entertained.

Each morning I start a fresh journal page and put a check list of jobs or things I want to achieve. It looks like this…

  • Bible Study- James 2:14-17 
  • Art-
  • Crochet-
  • Book-

Then as I have done the thing I make a note and tick it off..

Art– Yesterday I did a Bible page from Rebekah R Jones series called “Heaven is Calling” I am really loving the way Rebekah breaks down each lesson and shows us how she did her page and also breaks down the scripture so that we understand it more, LOVE that! 

And today I finished the page I began preparing yesterday, we had to do two layers of base coat and allow to dry then go over it with water colour which absolutely soaks the page.. While still wet we had to lay some cling film on top and smoosh it all around and then leave it to dry. I will confess that I was nervous about that process because let’s be honest I am yet to find a bible that has thick pages, so I waited with baited breath to see how it would turn out.


Cling wrap over wet water colour, a few nervous moments…

This is the final result. This was lesson 5 in Rebekah R Jones series “Heaven is Calling” we discussed how an Angel came to Gabriel and spoke to him, but he doubted that it was a message from God because “Why would God talk to me?” Well, now OUR God as I am getting to know him, and knowing how much he loves us, my question for Gabriel is “Why NOT me?” 

Anyways.. As you can see the cling wrap came off nicely and I am totally in love with how this background turned out, in fact, so much so I will definately be using that technique again. In Rebekah’s instructional video, she used a rubber stamp with white ink to make the word “Healed” I didnt have either of those so I hand wrote it and used a white posca pen, not the best choice, Im not happy with the “whitenes” I really prefer Rebekah’s brilliant white, but hey, we work with what we have and so overall I love this page! Yesterday I also started prepping todays page, again, another two coats of sealer were required. 

Today’s “Heaven is calling” lesson was anout Mary and Martha. When they met Jesus, Mary dropped at his feet and listened intently to all he had to speak of, but Martha, poor, Martha was side tracked preparing the feast and looking after everyone and so she asked Jesus “Lord, dont you see what Mary is doing? Leaving all the work for me to do? Are you not going to tell her to come help me?” (side note… I can hear MY voice coming out Martha’s mouth!) Jesus gently rebuked Martha and told her that Mary was doing the right thing and that she was having doing a good thing and he would NOT rebuke her and that Martha should “Choose the good portion” hmmm, something to think about next time I am wanting to moan about having to do all the work. Here’s what my version looked like…


So my Bible art is well and truely back on track and I am loving it and realising I have been missing my small bite sized chunks of art!

I am also working on a FREE art journaling class with Allyson Bright, she also has us in a FB group, so we can add our work there and ask for feedback if we want it. So here are some of those pages… Today was lesson number 5- the prompt was to do a page about an animal we love, we we have plenty to chose from but I found this lovely photo of my poodle Ambrosia so I did a page on her.

Yesterday- I did day 3- “What is your Name?” Now since no one uses my name much, I chose to honor the other names I am called. Mum, Marley, Mumsy, Mumma from my children. Grandma and Me Maa from my Grand babies, amd my husband AKA “The Bloke” calls me “His Sheila” so this page represents all that. 

Also yesterday, because the boys were at late football training and I had some spare time I did another page, this was for day 4- a list of “Things that make me happy” .. I love lace, pearls, glitter, chocolate, coke a cola, roses, my Bible study lots of things! 

Next on the list is crochet, I am currently crocheting a blanket for my soon to be born Grand daughter, and I chose to do it in chunky wool so it’ll be nice and warm and quick to make. I am doing corner to corner again, since my daughter loved the last blanket I made for my niece’s baby due in November. 


Then we have reading.. Well I have to schedule that in as well or else it doesnt get done, so I am currently reading yet, another Di Morrissey book, this one is called “The winter sea” I love that most of her books are set all in Australia or at least partly Australia and partly another country. So I got a chapter and a half of that read.

So that brings me up to fate. i thought I would share my arty stuff only occasionally so you dont all get bored.

Big Lap WA 2015-Day 4- On the road again to Kimba!

Well lookee here! I am on the lap top the new one.. in a motel room in a small town called Kimba in outback South Australia. The best bit is… The Bloke fixed the internet! So I am able to finally share the good photos. Today on the way here  we stopped at a little town called Morgan to get some fuel and found this pretty little church!

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Morgan South Australia

Our next stop for the day was “Burra

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These Yellow fields are Canola and they are so vividly bright, my cousin and I say they are “Happiness for our eyes” and the Green field was coming into Burra which was so emerald-green I think God was an artist!

We stopped at Port Augusta town in South Australia on the Spencer Gulf.. we found a shop and took the Lap Top into the lady and asked some questions, she refused to touch it unless we paid her $35.00per hour.. which of course we refused… so at that point I ranted about how the lap top was a “waste of space” and we didn’t need to bring it if we couldn’t use it blah blah…

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Look at this most amazing wisteria, it was covering the WHOLE pub and then climbed up the light pole and then tree next to it as well.. amazing! I am having Wisteria envy!!

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I squealed when I saw this… real desert! I would be happy to set up camp and just stay here!

So The Bloke said “When we get to Kimba I will check it all out and make phone calls if I need to, and get it working” -and true to his word he has made it work! yay!

So yesterday we had a rain storm in Kingston on Murray.. we checked the weather website and knew it was coming so we began packing up parts of camp we could do with out to save packing away too much wet stuff this morning. We packed up Star Son’s tent and the kitchen and the table and chairs, leaving all the bedding in our Tamara tent and a few lights.. and then we retreated to that camp kitchen!

Today when I did my review on Trip Advisor I made mention of the awesome kitchen and how much time we spent there.

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Selfie with the thunderstorm behind us.

So this morning we had an easy pack up, one tent, three lots of bedding and we were gone by 8.30am on our way to tonight’s stay “Kimba” in South Australia. My Mum came here many years ago and sent me a postcard, which I have always kept, because when I was little my nickname was “Kimba” after the cartoon show on Television called “Kimba the little white lion” So I wanted to come here and see it for myself. NOW I have and I love it.

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I am a bit of a “fanatic” about signs and so this one was always going to feature!

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My Son makes a wonderful model!

We got here just after three pm which gave us plenty of time to find the main things we like…

  • Post office (stamps postcards and stickers) I got postcards
  • Supermarket (to stock up on snacks for a teenage never-ending eating machine)
  • The Pub (beer and food. And today accommodation as well)
  • Important sights around town.

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The Giant Galah is the most important sight in this town, standing over 8 meters tall, we own a galah so this was a ”no brainer”

I even brought a postcard of him and a kitchen towel! But he’s not as cute as our “Charlie Feathers

“Then we drove out-of-town to “White’s Knob” to see the sculptures made with recycled metals. I loved them!

Tonight we are staying in the “Kimba Gateway Hotel” and as per reviews on Travel Advisor it’s “basic” but hey, it has a door three beds, a shower, toilet, fridge, power and a kettle to make coffee and it comes with a continental breakfast tomorrow morning.. best thing is… power to do my blog!! So I am a happy camper.

We went next door to the pub for dinner.. and I had a Chicken schnitzel and salad with chips. The Bloke had a steak sandwich and Star Son had chicken nuggets with chips and salad. So also no cooking or dinner dishes! The staff is friendly, the restaurant was clean and great food served quickly and stacks of it.. and the price was GOOD!!! we are in the middle of the desert!!

Guess what? it’s time for a nice hot shower! Oh Bliss…

Next stop is… Pildappa Rock.. chances are there will be no internet reception, so I might be two days away from my next post.. but if I can (now that I have technology) I will!

I’m baccckkk!!

hello everyone,

did you miss me?

I have been so sick and I even ended up going to the Doctor for some help when my ear started to feel like it was full of glue!

So Saturday morning I went to the Dr he listened very closely as I croaked and coughed my way to what the problem was and the  put up his hand to shush me… He said “I know EXACTLY what is wrong with you, just by looking at you but even hearing your voice I can tell.. you have Influenza A” lovely.. Influenza A.. it concerns from throat to chest area, “Yes your throat is very red! No your chest sounds fine, no temperature but Oh!! your ear!! You Also have a middle ear infection” So this Influenza A causes laryngitis and the cough, check had that since last Sunday, ut apparently my chest was OK which is a relief… I only had one day of fever so that was good and I would have ignored it all except for my ear! So I left $50 poorer and with a prescription for antibiotics to kill the ear infection.

So when I get sick I like to hibernate (actually I like to hibernate ALL the time) so this timing was really not good. Amber went away Thursday night to Sydney for the weekend because it was my elder son’s 21st birthday. Originally he had made plans to come to Victoria to spend the weekend for his Birthday with HIS father… who suddenly decided that he was “busy” that weekend attending SOMEONE elses 21st… dog! Several things he upset me.. A) he didn’t remember when his SONS birthday was and B) he made plans to celebrate SOMEONE ELSES SONS 21st birthday over his OWN SON!! I am so mad with him. A wise friend of mine said “it’s HIS issue to dal with not mine and that I shouldn’t let him have rent space in my head, yes I KNOW that is wise and smart BUT I am a Mother who feels wounded on behalf of her son.

I guess in a way too, I also felt guilty because I couldn’t go to Sydney to celebrate with him, because my Star SON had his Grand final football match on the Sunday. We offered to fly Jarrah down to Melbourne for the weekend and have a little party for him, but he was uncomfortable flying on his own which is fair enough.

So Amber left of Thursday night and I said weeks ago I’d have Scarlett for the weekend..I didn’t expect that Id be so sick. Scarlett was also sick, and so we were giving her drops for Conjunctivitis and Panadol for her cold.. she’s a terror she had to be held down to get these things done. Of course apparently I’m the only one who can do the job, which also for a time makes me number one enemy.. which hurts because I cry with her and say “I’m sorry but you need to have this done” then she won’t come near me for ages because I’m the baddy who hurts her and makes her have terrible medicine.

Thursday night I think I got three hours sleep.

Friday I was a zombie all day with both the babies and a throbbing ear, needless to say I forewarned the family, don’t expect the house to be shiny and bright when you get home and we three spent the day being lazy, snuggled up reading books and watching mindless children’s tv shows.

Friday night again with Scarlett, I ended up sleeping in Amber’s bed with her again, and I got maybe 5 hours sleep. But it wasn’t so bad because The Bloke and Star Son were home to help me with the babies. We had a messing around the house kind of day doing chores and not too much else.

Saturday night I was really a zombie, and I slept through till 6.00am, if Scarlett woke up I didn’t hear her and at 600am Sunday The Bloke got her up and brought her into our bed so “grandma can sleep a bit more” she went back to sleep until 8.00am. We had to get up and go to Star Son’s “Grand Final” which means that NO MORE FOOTBALL!! and that also indicates that Winter is almost over.. I am so excited about that because I have never been this sick in any Winter ever.. this is my fourth round of illness. The Babies are likewise and so I guess we’ve been passing it onto each other.

The Grand Final was the highlight of the season, sadly we lost and yet the team didn’t seem overly upset, I think they knew they’d given their all and that is all we ask of them

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That’s my Star Son kicking the ball.

He had a really good game and kicked himself a goal and helped assist in another goal, so he had a good day despite not winning. I wrote his this little note on FB so that he could know we support him however the day went:

To my Darling Starson (Will)
Another grand final another chance for a medal, but whatever happens, win, lose or draw, play YOUR game, follow the rules, run your legs off but most of all have fun!
This is your day with your friends and team mates. Whatever happens we will be there cheering you on and as proud as ever. Happy Grand final 2015! Love ya xox

They act all big and tough these “between” boys..they are still “kids” and yet their ages and some of their sizes say they are “teens” and yet they cried when they lost! I purposely stayed away from the club rooms because I would have ended up crying with them, and besides I had a restless Scarlett who wanted to be anywhere but where she was! Star Son won player of the match, one of five, and got himself a $50.00 gift card, he was so pleased with that! It doesn’t take much for him to be pleased with his game but it always helps when the Coaches notice him.

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Thats my Star Son on the end #4..

Look at the height of some of his team mates, he’s the smallest!

We thought that this is his 5 year in the finals, one they won and the rest they’ve missed out on.. it might dampen his enthusiasm but no! he’s still determined to be an AFL player when he’s older. God Speed to my Star Son!

Ohh.. and did I mention….18 days to go… I’m hoping and praying I’ll get better by then, but if not at least I’ll be able to relax on our trip!!

When I grow up….

When I grow up (I wonder how much more “grown up” I need to be before I feel grown up?) I want to be a super blogger like Chantelle. I think I first discovered Chantelle through her “photo-a-day” challenge through Instagram (memo to self.. you havent posted todays photo) Then of course, as I do, I followed a link to her blog and stalked her..*insert wild laughter* in the nicest way. I felt like her blog posts were talking to me directly and she shares recipes and photos and things about her children, all the things I do.. so when I grow up I want to be Chantelle.

She is the reason I first upped the ante of my blog from “just an art show place” to a bit more detailed. One day I would like to do a blogging course to learn how to get some of the perks that Chantelle gets, but for now I am happy with my 101 followers and the fact that I love what I am doing. I also get emails from Chantelle and recently this one came through “You’re a good Mum” so in my never-ending quest to be the best mother I can be.. I went ahead and read that first..

Chantelle says: 

I expected him to tell me to feed them more vegetables and fruits, to up their vitamin intake, and maybe travel to far off lands to drink the nectar of the immunity gods. Maybe not that last one.

But what he said made me want to cry even more.

He gave me a stern talking to. “Hey now. Listen. You’re doing everything right. You’re a good mum. They need to get sick to build their immunity. You are a good mum.”

Deep down we all strive to be that “Good Mum” and sometimes we feel like we fail..I know from personal experience, that I feel that on many levels, My son had ADHD and ODD and deep deep down somewhere right down near my boots, my heart and mind know that It’s NOT my fault.. but I can’t help but wonder “What did I do wrong?” Did I not have enough vitamins? not enough rest? too much rest? bad environment? what made him get ADHD and ODD? could I have helped to cause it? I’m almost certain it’s nothing I did but who knows?

Then there’s this quote… “BEHIND EVERY GREAT KID IS A MOM WHO’S PRETTY SURE SHE’S SCREWING IT UP” so I guess it’s not me. Parenting is HARD, we don’t get a guide book, there is nowhere to google the rules of raising children… it’s all “figure it out as you go” and it’s hard and it’s emotional and it’s scary.. especially if one or more of your children is not  100% “normal”

So when you get the “confirmation” that you are a Good Mum it really gives you a little buzz.. I had that happen recently. Sweetpea was sick, and she wasn’t getting better and we tried the things that “used to work in the Olden days” meaning when I was raising my children, finally we went to the DR. So he checked her out and I told him what I thought and he nodded and said “See Grandma knows what she’s talking about because she’s done this before. Good Job Grandma!” only those few words made me walk home feet barely touching the ground, because someone recognised I DO know what I’m on about some of the time.

Then you have daughters who think you know nothing.. ones who feel the need to remind you to “put a jacket on him when he leaves the house” Really? and so I remarked “I’m surprised you’ve survived to 25 without ever having visited a hospital with a Mother that knows nothing”  ahhh the power of words, she flung me to the floor and trampled on me.

So if you get a chance to build up a Mum.. try it because it will make YOU feel good too…

Meeting the in-laws!

Its wednesday.. already! How did that happen?

Monday- Amber , Sweetpea and I went to another shopping center called “Woodgrove” over in the neighbouring town of Melton. I decided that even though I am trying to grow my hair out (remember I shaved it all off in March for the “Worlds Greatest Shave” to raise money for leukemia.) Now I am going to be “MOB” I need a nice hair style, so it’s time to grow it out.. but it’s sticking up every which way and generally being a pain, at home I hide it under a hat or a head scarf, but tonight.. well tonight we are off to meet the “in-laws” so I needed to have “decent hair” Now I know the hair dresser cut my hair, I saw a little bit lying on the floor of the salon when I got up to leave, but it’s not really noticeable, so I asked her “well what exactly did you do?” she said “I tidied up the back, fixed your bird wings and  gave you a shampoo and head massage and I paid $59.00 OUCH!!!

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Oh and another thing she did which I never do… was she put a product in my hair.. some kind of wax stuff.. I usually hate it because it makes your hair rock hard and yuck, but whatever she used as nice and soft but it worked so here I am looking pleased with my new ‘do!

 Tuesday- was one of those lazy stay at home days which is usually my Monday. so I got some art done.. which makes me happy.

But the days have been going so fast I hardly had time to complete that one… it seems as though the days are flying.

So here it is Wednesday and we are off to dinner at Jasmin’s to meet her future in-law’s Anna and Dale. Wee met them briefly at Jasmin’s house the day of the Engagement announcement. And then I saw Anna again at Jasmin’s Tupperware party, but it will be nice to sit and have time to chat. So I asked Jasmin what’s on the  Menu and she said “we will have finger food” The Bloke as always likes to point out he doesn’t eat fingers.. (insert dumb laugh it makes him feel good!)

So as I do. I offered to make something to take to help her out since she’s been working this morning. I settled on meatloaf and mash, which I know is a hit with all MY family, but I made them as “finger food” so they will (hopefully) look like cup cakes.. Meatloaf and the “frosting” will be mashed potatoes…well… until….

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I just burnt the last three potatoes.. and pumpkin!!

The whole house smells terrible and thankfully my daughter now drives so I’ve sent her off to buy me more potatoes.. and let this be a lesson.. do NOT Blog while cooking dinner…Oh my.. however will I get that pot clean??!

remember a few weeks ago I shared This post? About the Cafe Style Muffin Wraps.. well today I put that to good use and made some.. they truly were easy!

So I have my new hair, and I come offering food.. wish me luck as I meet the “in-laws” I would ideally like to be friendly with the in-law’s because God willing, some day soon we might have Grandchildren in common and so it’s always fun to have family gatherings… isn’t it? In “normal” families they seem to enjoy those things.. never in MY family.. but hey, maybe I can make a change for the good?

I need to go and clean the burnt potato pot and cook more potatoes and I need to figure out what I should wear.. ahhh the stress… but on a positive note… only 31 more days till we leave for our trip!!

What a busy weekend…

We had an “imaginary list” of things we wanted to do this past weekend.. “we” as in the Bloke and I… things like

  • sweep and wash the floors.
  • clean the back deck
  • cook on the fire pit
  • get the shopping done
  • visit my Mother-in-law
  • Clean up for the Tupperware party

Of course it wasn’t a written list and so therefore not much of it got done.. at least not in the order we planned. My weekend started early when the Bloke had to go to a new company and drop off some steel for bending (Did I tell you all that my husband is in Manufacturing and he is the Quality assurance manager for a company that works in Metals they used to make car parts for Ford and Holden like for example the fuel filler doors and the metal work behind the instrument panels in those cars) So.. sorry got side tracked.. he had to drop off some metal at a company which meant he would be driving past our house to go there, so he picked me up and I went for a drive with him and stayed in the car while he went into the company, it’s always a good time to catch up on the news and have his undivided attention, but I didn’t actually because I had Squishy with me..and I fell asleep… driving is also a good time to catch up on reading and sleeping for me.

Saturday we hit the road early, got the weekly shopping done, went to visit the Mother-in-law and caught up with Sister-in-law and niece at the same time.. we took Sweetpea for a visit so I spent time running after her as cute as she is she wears me out! Saturday night I had planned to sweep and wash the floors ready for the next day because we had a Tupperware party.. well that didn’t happen… I did art instead.. sometimes I need to stop doing art!

Sunday was a HUGE day,.. The Star Son had his first round of 2015 finals for Football.. they were playing their arch nemesis “Melton” all year we have come close to winning and never quite made it so the boys were kind of bummed that they wouldn’t win. I asked Star Son did he want to pray, he said “No you have more practise you do it” So my Darling Bloke who is very big NON believer tells me “That’s not right.. how can you pray for them to WIN? isn’t that like going again the laws of prayer or something?” he may NOT believe but he sure has strong opinions. I said “I’m not praying for them to “WIN” as such, I am praying for the team to have the want to win, to have the stamina in their legs to run that far and the fire in their belly to want to win and most of all I am praying that they will believe in themselves that they CAN win!” he seemed to think that was OK. So I went ahead and prayed and I continued praying the whole game..praying for God to protect the boys and mine especially this is the ground where He has been hurt twice now.. once he was carried off on a stretcher! I’m sorry Lord if I nagged you too much yesterday!

So it was a HARD game, it was a low scoring and our boys ran, and ran and ran, and each break the Coaches built them up “You can do this boys, they’re running scared!” and they were, at half time the Bloke and I had been to the Loo and the car to get the binoculars and we walked back across the field to our boys huddle and heard the other teams coaches screaming “Boys DONT GIVE THEM ANYTHING” and then one of the other teams boys walked past us and muttered loud enough “this game is just SHIT!” because they were scared that all year they’d beaten us and today when it REALLY  counted we had them scared! Star Son said the talk on the field was even worse the players turned on each other and snapped at each other yelling “you gave them a free!” They were rattled and with good reason. Just when we thought we would be second *again* someone kicked a goal that put us 2 points ahead and then the parents went wild and then us Mum’s were all moaning “Oh where is the siren?” and One mum was counting down “20 seconds to go, 10 seconds to go.. Oh my we WON!!” that was the sweetest sounding siren of them all.. yes I confess I cried, a tear escaped luckily I wear my sunglasses and so no one saw it but I cried a tear for our boys who have been so devastated in other games losing to that team in one game in the last minutes by only 1 point.. yes they might make for good games but for us parents we get a few more grey hairs and hug sons that cry with disappointment that they lost again… but NOT this day.

At the end of each game we give three cheers for the opposition team and then we line up and shake hands with the opposition team and as much as I was so wrapped for our team winning, that other team had boys with rivers of tears rolling down their cheeks.. they have another chance next week and more than likely they’ll face us again in two weeks for the Grand Final but yesterday they got the shock of their lives because we FINALLY beat them. We cheered them as they left the field but as un christian as it is I felt that it would do them good to know they are not unbeatable.. all year no one has beaten them UNTIL yesterday when Rupertswood won! We have been second on the ladder all year to them and just for one afternoon we all walked a little prouder that we beat them! One of the other teams beat the third best team, and so next week Melton play Gisbourne… maybe Melton will be rattled from yesterday’s loss and lose again and then the Grandfinal will get a tiny bit easier! Our Boys sang the theme song with passion the training rooms were crowded I had no hope of seeing so I stayed out of sight and handed my Bloke my phone to record it.. I’m going to share it.. but keep in mind he had no idea what he was doing, so he faced the camera backwards and then I did hand signals and told him to turn it around! Sorry for the terrible filming but listen to them sing with passion!!

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This is my most handsome “Star Son” and he is about to go to his 5th Grandfinal in 5 seasons.

In the afternoon we came home nd had the Tupperware party, a friend of y eldest daughter has just become a Tupperware consultant and so our party was one of her training parties. it went well and in fact so well that Amber has signed up to become a Consultant. I’m very proud of her for doing this, she can set her own hours and work days around Sweetpea and when I am home to look after her. Tonight she goes for a training session with the team leaders and gets to meet everyone. Thursday night she is doing her first training party at my house, two Tupperware parties in less than a week I’m doing well! I am very proud of my children for the young adults they have become and so I will help out however I can, whether that be baby sitting or helping with packing orders or doing paperwork I’m there 100%

Oh and did I mention… 32 days to go till our holiday!!

It’s Friday.. whaaat?

What on earth is going on this week? I seemed to have blinked and missed it.. there are a few pros and cons to that..

actually they are all PROS!!

A- I have been doing detox week.. I’ve spent most of the week in a headachy mess.. and yet I can see by my Fitbit report I have actually been REALLY busy..

Monday home day, arty day, house work day, 7,575 steps.. failed.

Tuesday I walked down town and brought stamps and  easily hit my 10,000 step mark. 10,946 steps. (7.45 kms)

Wednesday Squishy and I walked intentionally… not just the day-to-day stuff we went out of the house and walked.. and yes I have lost my condition because I am now again unfit..10,029 steps 6.8 kilometers.. that’s a long way!

Thursday Again we intentionally walked.. and good timing too we made it home before the weather turned bad.. and I had to force myself to finish my 10,000 steps.. 10,036 steps and I fell into bed exhausted..

Then Suddenly it’s Friday and I’ve not been blogging.. I’ve been doing art, and I’ve been detoxing so I guess it’s all good..Today was the first morning I didn’t wake up with a headache but I have a sore spot between my shoulders and my Star Son is always saying “Let me massage your shoulders” (which I hate!! I’ve always hated my shoulders and neck being massaged maybe I was hung in a previous life?!) and he’s good, so this morning I showed him where it was paining me and he worked his magic.. it’s gone! I do believe my son has found his calling “physio to the stars (And his Mum!)” think of the money I’ll save!!!

I came on here to write a totally different post, and this one unloaded, sometimes that happens… so I guess I’ll be back later to write the one I sat down to write.. about my visit with the Proverbs 31 woman.. this has been an entertaining week!!

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This is my art journal with a piece I did last week. I hate it when you do good stuff in your art journal and no one can see it.. so I recreated it onto a board and I think it’s even better, but I prefer the first one for the colours. On the left is the Art journal version, on the right is my first of “50 by 50”

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I am super impressed with those praying hands! 

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Yesterday’s breakfast, I am a bit over quinoa!