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My To Do List and My Did List
Posted by: | CommentsI like to start every day with a To Do List. It helps me to finish the day feeling as though I have achieved something I love doing. It also makes sure I achieve something that has been doing donuts in my head since 3.00a.m. for the last six weeks.
Handy.
Sometimes, I even make a list after I do stuff and tick the items off, because each little tick is ever so satisfying.
This is also a handy way of doing things, because sometimes I achieve great things during the day, that I haven’t planned on achieving, and it’s nice to have them in writing.
My To Do List for today, because I have made HUGE progress in terms of not giving myself too much to do and creating unreaslistic goals for myself, and being a bit of a crazy day with three-year-old hanging around for most of it, conists of not very much at all. Two biggish items, a job for someone else and getting my newsletter out, followed by “get whatever writing you can get done, done!”.
My Did List, however, was quite different.
It included:
- waking with a nasty chest cold and snotty sinuses and feeling crap
- trying to sleep in but Grumpy Pants refused to get out of bed until I was past the “I could stay here all day” phase and got up
- worked on job for other person
- got asked to attend a fashion show and blog about it
- wet my pants laughing at this concept
- replied and said “yes”
- changed pants
- secure awesome goody bag sponsor for Mums’ Night Out! – hurrah!
- wrote newsletter
- sent newsletter
- discovered, at some point in the newsletter creation phase, it had reverted the title to include “February 2012″ and not “March 2012″
- *sigh*
- drove Grumpy Pants to work
- arrive home to find mobile phone missing
- ring Grumpy in a panic, he leaves his kitchen, wanders across the road to where I dropped him off and locates phone
- *phew*
- photographer from local paper turned up to photograph Chippie and I for an Easter story
- he bribed Chippie with one of the largish chocolate rabbits so he would cooperate. Also the photo required Chippie to take bites of rabbit
- despite feeling shit, and because no one else will do it for me, I whip up a pot of chicken soup so I feel better
- burn fingers
- try to convince Chippie to eat some, but he is still going with his rabbit
- try to convince Chippie to rest for a bit, but he has just eaten a chocolate rabbit the size of his own head
- deal with some three-year-old shit
- not, obviously, shit that has been there for three years, but shit more recently created by my own three-year-old
- get shit on my hands again!
- stop around a swear a bit
- hang out washing that has been sitting in machine since last night
- get some writing done … with sore, burny fingers
We need to leave to collect Godzilla from school soon. Grumpy Pants will ring me when he is coming home … this will be interesting…
So, I guess I’m pleased to say that I not only achieved that which resided on my To Do List, but much, much more … my Did List was way bigger!
Shit on my hands is a bonus, right?
Right??????
MIXed blogging – very exciting!
Posted by: | CommentsI’m very excited!
At a Blogging Brunch I attended back on November, where we were treated to a fashion parade of the MIX Apparel clothing range and I chat to a variety of very nice people representing Coles and, specifically, the MIX Apparel arm of Coles. We had some chats about food and lifestyle and fashion and how all of that affects and is affected by being a mother and we did laugh a lot.
MIX Apparel have just launched a new site and blog, as recently as yesterday, and what do you know, there are an awesome bunch of bloggers who will be reguarly contributors to this blog.
They wil be blogging about all things Food, Lifestyle and Fashion, and, oh, hilarious irony, one of those bloggers is ME!
I know – FUNNY!
I am, however, extremely excited and humbled to be part of the blog and to be seen amongst such illustrious company, and love, love, LOVING that I have yet another opportunity to write.
My first blog post is even up there already … it is, of course, food related and is my Coffee Panna Cotta … which is a recipe that called for a titchy amount to be made and separated into 6 espresso cups and I thought “Pffft! That’s not a dessert” and I made it bigger and more like a proper dessert.
And … AND … it really is ridiculously easy.
Anyhoo, that is my latest exciting news.
Thank you – THANK YOU – to all you amazing people who read my daily, incoherent ramblings for your continued support, cos it certainly helped me.
xoxo
You can visit the MIX Apparel blog at www.mixapparel.com.au
Please do and show me some love so they keep me there
“Dark and Comic” Through Adversity
Posted by: | CommentsGAH! What a crap couple of days!
We all have them. We will all continue to have them. Such is life.
(Is it just me, or does anyone else feel stabby when someone else says that to them???? Excuse me whilst I go and punch someone …)
Whilst I was Technologically Mained and computerless, I had a version of My Story Through Adversity go up on another’s blog – the one over at Adori Studios
Remember a few months back (and thanks to Kellogg’s) I had a couple of photos done for a photo exhibition - the Through Adversity Exhibition where the stories of 14 women (me included) whom had been through some form of adversity or other where displayed pictorally.
It’s where this image (which I just adore and it does remind me to be inspired) came from, although it wasn’t used in the Exhibition:

I’m not gonna repeat my story here, but you can read it over at the Adori Studio Blog and where you can see the image that was used for the Exhibition … and which I am going to share with you now.
It is totally different from the above, and completely at contrast to all the other photos that were displayed … it is the one that those involved felt resonated best with me, and with my story and my overcoming of my particular adversity.
It is, so I’m told, the qualities that people like (and love about me) (although not everyone, of course, and that is ok
) and it is what got me through then, and what keeps me going now when shit happens and things get on top of me.
(It is whay many have said about my speaking and this blog)
Here it is … me … Dark and Comic:
How cool is that?!
Totally different, but very me, don’t you think?
As for my last week or two … yeah, it’s been totally annoying and extremely challenging, and I’ve been a whingy drama queen through it all, but I have overcome all that particular adversity and even got some stuff done, worked around hurdles, fought through challenges and didn’t let stupid technology stop what needed doing.
I just found my way through it …
You?
Bloggers, Brunches and Boobies
Posted by: | CommentsAs if the week wasn’t crazy enough, today was another outing to a(nother) Kids Business Bloggers Brunch.
I my typical “I am very busy and important and this is why I get invited to such events” fashion, it commenced with me attempting to have a shower in peace whilst constantly reminding myself to ensure I made the kids’ school lunches before I got dressed in my nice top, making the kids lunches then recalling it is a School Special Lunch Day and I don’t actually have to make them lunch today, and finding myself standing outside the front of my house, wrapped in a towel, and consoling my three year old, whom had managed to smash his teeth into his tricycle, despite not actually riding it – or even being on it – at the time.
Am seriously hoping this series of semi-nakedness out the front is ensuring some interest from buyers in the house, and that someone will actually buy it soon.
Am not holding my breath.
Find jeans sticking out form under bed and locate a top that was still packed in the suitcase from the last few days’ travel. Must unpack at some point.
Thankfully, news of my oh so fabulous morning preceded me … or perhaps it was just my reputation that did? Either way, I arrived at the brunch venue and was asked “Would you like a drink?” and this vision that could only be have delivered by the gods awaited me …

Yep, a drink, Just For ME!
Once I was suitably bubbled up, off I went to mingle and explore.
My good friends, Coles, were there (I have lost a bit of contact with them, which has made me very sad, but was so happy to see them again
) with a vast sample of their upcoming Christmas Fare.
Including … I think this is SO COOL … a turkey that looks just like a turkey turkey, but has had the bones removed and is stuffed back into shape with scrumbly stuffing and all you need do, once your husband has you have cooked it, is just slice and serve. Love it!
Samples were sent home and the rum balls were opened and consumed immediately after our evening meal was vacuumed into various little boy mouths.
Speaking of vacuums, Sauber where there with their new cleaner to “assist Aussie families who suffer from asthma and allergies”. Despite not actually having any clue what they were talking about (I don’t “do” vacuuming) they still let me have a bit of a go at their snazzy new, maximum power, minimum noise, easy handling machine with new intelligent floor nozzle.
It was pretty cool, as far as vacuums go, and Grumpy Pants, should he ever have the opportunity to utilise one, would have no reason to have his Meatloaf: Bat Out Of Hell CD turned up so high that when I pass the neighbours three blocks away they ask “Grumpy vacuuming again?”
“Yes, yes he is. How can you tell?”
“Meatloaf,” they reply and we share a look between us.
Of course, I asked the all important question about the cleaner, because, quite frankly, allergies and asthma aren’t concerns in this house, and I have now worked out what to do with the rice that has not only fallen to the floor, but worked its way up the side of the wall unit and reached the ceiling fan.
No, there are more important things.
“So, how easy is it to retrieve Lego sucked up by the cleaner?”
“Well, technically, it wasn’t designed to retrieve Lego pieces. Its main purpose is to clean floors.”
She almost lost me there, because Lego Loss is a traumatic experience in itself in our household. She gave me a Lego Retrieval Demonstration anyway.
Phew.
It was, however, Vita-Weat that caught my attention, because they are a staple in this house. They not only feature prominently in the school lunch box most days, but are some days the lunch for the day. Mostly when we’ve run out of bread and I have a case of Can’t Be Arsed and/or Grumpy has gone off to work, it’s before I’ve finished MUG and I can’t get my head around three kids in a breadless house and acquiring more. Too Hard Basket or Mummy Is A Basket Case are my two options.
They are also readily used as “quick, we need to leave, eat something” snacks between school and whatever it is we have on that afternoon, late night snacks, when we’ve run out of all other food in the house snacks and meals, and when we have picnics. And I’m sure there’s more.
(I’m not just saying this either. It’s all true. Vita-Weat have saved the kids from going to school with peanut butter on a playing card for their lunch on more than one occasion!)
Vita-Weat, some time ago, came out with sandwich sized Vita-Weaty thingies. Basically, it was their “standard” biscuits in bread-slice-size. They were attending the Bloggers Brunch to show off their new range of “Lunch Slices”.
They come in “four yummy flavours” and have had their design re-jigged so they don’t fall apart when you bite into them (a design flaw of the aforementioned/first run sandwich sized Vita-Weat), yet still retain the wormy thing when you put butter and Vegemite on them and squish two together.

I sampled a few at the Brunch, and am suitably impressed, and will feel substantially less guilt when I send the kids to school with these instead of “real proper sandwiches” as they resemble sandwiches much more.
And the seeds and stuff in them will make the teacher think I am a good mother as I am sending them to school with healthy shit.
On second thought, I think I may covet them for myself, as I foresee these being much more interesting for my own lunch, as I sit at my computer, blogging, writing, and creating useful resources and have the option of Vegemite sandwich on wholemeal bread that has been left open on the kitchen bench all morning as I appear to be the only one in this house capable of folding the bag over the bread, effectively sealing it, and putting it away in the purpose built bread box I acquired some years ago.
Yep, I think I will … lunch for me and a fallback when my parenting skills are somewhat inadequate …
All in all, it was a fabulous morning and I got to go home and collect my kids from school and childcare and make pizzas for them, before drinking wine and collapsing on couch.
T’is all in a day’s work.
Yesterday’s undies and a bunch of bloggers
Posted by: | CommentsI had the absolute pleasure, today, of attending a Bloggers Brunch, organised and hosted by Room To Grow TV and Kids Business
Better still I was one of the speakers during the morning, where it was my duty to provide a five minute talk designed to inspire and motivate.
All of which I had to do on myself, given Chippie’s propensity to work his way into our bed at some stupid hour. What happens from then is anybody’s guess, as the kid has no consistency about him. Some days he can repeatedly come in, wearing us down till we let him stay in, other’s he’ll happily be placed back in his own bed. Sometimes he’ll want to go back to his own bed himself. Once – and only once – did he not come in at all.
Given the importance of the day for me, he chose to keep me as awake as possible during those stupid hours. Also, Grumpy, just yesterday, knowing I had to be elsewhere at 8am, had agreed to an extra shift, requiring his elsewhereness to be 7am.
Much swearing was had, particulary after he phoned to aske me what I planned to do about organising the reallocation of the kids before the childcare centre opened and school started. I tried very hard to allude to the fact that he could bloody well sort it given I’d given him a month’s notice, but he only gave me 4 hours, to no avail.
Raced around, barking orders at children and trying to decide what to wear. Not having a full length mirror at my disposal, nor my wits about me, I resorted to the views of the children; “this top, or this one?” and I had to endure screwed up noses, giggling at being able to see my belly button, having “I can see your BOOBS!” yelled at me, asked when I’m having another baby cos “you’re pregNET!”, the likelihood that the enire neighbourhood heard my yelling “I”m not PREGNANT, I’m JUST FAT, ok!”, all whilst trying to get lunches made, children dressed and childcare bag packed.
Finally, I was dressed and received several more inspiring and motiviating comments from my gorgeous children, like “I can see your fat in that top” before kicking them out of the car as it sped by another school mums house.
On top of that, I hadn’t had much coffee. Or food. Chippie had eaten all but two bites of my toast.
Kid free and amoungst a bunch of understanding an empathetic women was enough; without even discussing my morning. I did catch a glimpse of the guest list whilst checking in (really, just to get the free and much needed coffee voucher before someone was seriously injured and/or I fell to the floor, convulsing due to lack of caffiene) and was a little bit in awe at the calibre of attendees at the Brunch. Thankfully, my level of fatigue prevented me from appreciating the calibre and I was able to go about my business.
I was also speaking alongside some exceptionally incredible and inspring women, including my two good friends Renee Mayne (the Bra Queen) and Alli Price of Motivating Mum - which was a bit scary. But also laods of fun. LOADS!
I did get to do my talk, which I managed to get through, hopefully successfully convincing the audience I wasn’t actually a super mum, because I’m not even though some people like to think I am cos I do lots.
I do think they were convinced when, yes, my undies did fall out of the leg of my jeans.
*sigh*
Really. They did.
Food was provided, enabling me to quash my emotions by eating – hurrah! – and even better, becuase lately my diet seems to be consisting more and more of food that has been held in the hand of a toddler for up to half an hour, before being shoved into my face and force fed to me.
It was a nice change.
Then we got to play with some toys and take some home. I chose a Little Tikes train thing with a handle and a replica DHL truck, from Bruder, which was really awesome and has a great replacement gaurantee, although they were a bit unsure about whether it being hurled from the back door in a fit of temper voided the warranty or not.
Of course, they were promptly whisked out of the back of the car and released from their boxes and bindings by my children and I never got the chance to play with them. Humph.
All I got was the opportunity to eventually get around to washing some undies.
Big thanks to Kids Business and Room To Grow for a remarkable event and for not only having me speak at it, but appreciating it and giving me great feedback.
And to all the sponsors of the event!
“I don’t know how you do it” Part 23
Posted by: | CommentsI posted Part 1 of how I “do it” last month (not sex, I know how to do that, I have three kids. Am also fairly sure those saying “I don’t know how you do it” also know how to have sex, as most of them also have children). I digress. My apologies.
By “do it” I’m referring to all the stuff I do, the balls I juggle (not excluding the testicals I also juggle), the things I’ve acheived and all the rest of it.
Before anyone gets the perception that I’m super human or calls me something stupid like a Super Mum and gets stabbed, I do have my meltdowns. In fact, here’s one I whipped up for you last week.
Part of the reason for that particular meltdown was the increasing number of times I forgot stuff (ok, and did some stupid things). I hate, with a passion, forgetting things, being late, forgetting to turn up to stuff, not sending the kids to school with notes or excursion lunches in plastic bags or whatever … for me it’s just WRONG.
I know its my stuff – my “thing” – but whenever I do this I can’t help but go the “you’re useless” route. Not to mention “worst mother in the world”. It piles up and piles up and with each thing I feel worse and worse and worse.
I also hate not being organised in the mornings. I rephrase – I’m not super organised or tidy or anything like that. But we have a system. When the system is thrown into chaos by stuff like school swimming (as happened last week and this), and excursions or special lunch days, it’s usually not a problem.
This last couple of weeks, I haven’t handled it and it’s all fallen apart, because I wasn’t using what I usually use to keep it all the mayhem managed.
This is another “tool” I use that helps me along and has everyone saying “I don’t know how you do it”.
I call them Mayhem Managers. Because, they quite literally help me to manage the mayhem in my house. I whipped them up on my computer and use them daily. I also have a daily “desk diary” that I use. Daily.
I know there are loads out there, but I haven’t, to be honest, found any to suit my needs. I have also, for the last ten or more years, modified my daily diary to suit me (I am know in the process of developing one – you know, in my spare time
– but I can and will do it, beccause I have these Mayhem Managers to help me “do it”.)
I have created these Managers to suit my needs and help me to deal with the reality of my life.
Given so many of you have said “how do you do it” … I’ve made them available to you, as well.
There are two sorts – or two packs / sets /collections, rather.
There is the Mad Cow’s Mayhem Manager for the Organisationally Challenged (or Basic Set), which is a small collection of the tools I use each day, to help keep me on track, and the Mayhem Manager for the Control Freak Inclined (or Advanced Set) which has more than double the number of organisers and managers etc than the basic set.
They are currently valued at $9.95 and $14.95 respectively, and are at this ridiculously cheap rate because I would like and value your feedback on them, once you have used them for a bit. Also, they’re set up for 2011, dated and everything.
What helped me get back on track after my not being ok last week was making sure I used these (and my diary, which you will soon be able to get your hands on – at least for 2012) managers. They aid me in remembering stuff, and enable the kids to remember and help me as well.
I’m not going to promise your entire world will be a happy, magical, fairy place, because life is life and shit happens.
I’m not going to promise that by using them, your life will run smoothly. I have not yet found a way to stop things from screwing up my plans.
What I have done, however, by using these Mayhem Managers, is ensure that I don’t add to the Mucking Up Of Things by forgetting or double booking or scheduling stuff inappropriately. They do also, really, help me to better sort stuff when things do go to mess.
I swear by them, and they really do manage mayhem. Also, I just point to them when necessary and the kids just do stuff. No yelling!
It’s not just me saying it either – I had some testers and they’re saying stuff like:
You’ve saved me time and money! Thank you! It’s nice knowing what we’re having for dinner before dinner time, too. (Catherine)
and
OMG! I don’t believe how much smoother my mornings are now. Not “smooth” but definitely smoother and less stressful. (J)
See?!
So, as I said, you can have them at stupid price and give me feedback and stuff, and I’ll be creating a complete new set during next year that will also include your needs, as well as mine. Yep, you get a say in how to manage your chaos and your life. How cool is that?!
Anyhoo, buy them now …
Mad Cow’s Mayhem Manager for the Control Freak Inclined (Advanced Set)
or
Mad Cow’s Mayhem Manager for the Organisationally Challenged (Basic Set)
Also, if you purchase now, you will be first to know about the “add on” sets I’m creating (as soon as I publish this post!) to help manage other stuff in your life
Oh, and probably get them at a discounted rate. Yay, YOU!
(Of course, there is a LOT more to my “I don’t know how you do it” than just managing my mayhem, and having an awesome bunch of chicks around me to support me and to listen to my rants. It’s coming.)
6 to 8 weeks later
Posted by: | CommentsMuch excitement and rejoicing when Grumpy Pants returned home from school dropoff / post office box run with a large box.
But … I’m not expecting anything, I think to myself as he dumps it on the floor and says “Here’s some more shit for you.”
Delightful he can be at times.
Hrmm. I wonder what it could be?
Imagine my delight when not the advised “2-4 weeks” later, but a mere 10 days later, I open the box to be awarded my much desired Best Birthday Present Ever! The one I loudly requisitioned some 10 days ago!
I posed for a couple of photos with her, because she is so awesome …


… and then I gave her a hug because she is so lovely and I can envisage lots of fun adventures with her …

In fact, I love her almost as much as I love the people who helped me to have her … Ines, Kirsty, Michelle, Tina, Catherine and Leela … THANK YOU!
And the best bit ….. oh, the orgasm inducing best bit … inside, it has compartments for like everything! Am in anal Everythign Has It’s Place Heaven!
Of course, she is not to outdo – and is, in fact, a perfect accompaniment, to some previously bestowed birthday gift from the gorgeous Jodi …

(also a “Congratulations on becoming a published author” gift)
And extra special thingy necklace thingy from Jasmine who is very clever (she made it and the matching earing, out of my kids’ fingerprints) as well as being awesome …

Now I just need somewhere to go … *sigh*
The smell of post-bath children
Posted by: | CommentsKids everywhere, Chippie outside and getting into everything he shouldn’t, other two eating everything they can get their hands on and additional children being extremely well behaved and playing with things that are “new” to them.
Drag Chippie in, filthy, feed him dinner (all part of the immunisation program – at least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it) and it’s bath time.
I love bath time. I actualy get one. Admittedly, full of penises and farts, but a bath at any rate. Lots of baby bubbles, lavender oil and other “please, please do something to make my kids settle and go to sleep early!” type oils and bath additives.
That done, they’re dressed and ready for bed after a smidge of relaxing and winding down.
Cats start clawing at door, and perform the “Have you fed the cats yet? The ones you’re supposed to feed as soon as you get home from school?”
Routine continues; deep sighs, why can’t someone else do it, I hate cats, what have the cats ever done for me, blah blah blah, and out he goes to feed the cats.
Leaving door wide open (another, routinely had conversation) and the little one escapes, because outdoors is more fun that indoors.
Wonder about the logic of bathing babies. At any time of day, really. Is it to create a blank canvas for adding more dirt? Is it just so I have a better idea of when dirt was added to various body parts?
Collect him from outdoors; lament fact that not 7 minutes ago he smelt of clean, baby bubbles.
Take deep breath in – not really sniffing him, more in anticipation of rather significant sigh – hair no longer smelling mildy of lavender.
More along lines of cat food. And the vague scent of squished snail.
Wet Day, Thursday
Posted by: | CommentsThey say there’s nothing like routine for babies and children and Chippie seems to have taken this advice all too well.
Thursday if fraught with all kinds of stuff, it’s just that sort of day. I’ve managed to work out that Thursday is grocery shopping day. Aside from it being that point in the fortnight where we’re so badly in need of stuff that it’s getting annoying, it’s also the only day I can manage to fit it in around everything else.
Grumpy takes Chippie to playgroup, then heads off to work after we enjoy a quick lunch together. Chippe and I then head off to shopping when he wakes, hopefully at a time that allows me to complete the shop at a pace somewhere between leisurely and rushed, and have enough time to unpack car, put at least the fridge and freezer stuff away, pack swimming bags and snacks and head off to school pickup and mor eswimming lessons.
Today was a good one, having been allowed plenty of time, Chippie smiling at all the oldies in the supermarket before succumbing to a tantrum in the cereal isle and the pace picked up.
He then discovered he could make a rasberry noise with his tongue, complete with flying spit and followed up with a cheeky grin. Only to the oldies though, who, thankfully, thought it cute and not rude at all.
Strap Chippie into car, load it up, climb in, drive out of parking spot and nearly crash into a parked Volvo when feel someting crawl across my eye. A teensy spider, but still, surely it could have picked a better place for a jaunt than an arachnophobes eye!
The fun didn’t stop there, either. In true Thursday form, I reach in to pull him out of the car when we get home, and he has somehow managed to get himself, quite literally, soaking wet.
Am impressed, even this is an achievement. Usually he has the aid of a puddle, cat’s water bowl or negligently left glass of water to aid him in this task. All he had today was a sipper cup with a firmly squished on lid. And strapped into his car seat.
I really can’t even work out how he managed it. A small amout, yes, but to be sodden from neck to knees, and half way down his back is beyond comprehension.
And only then was it time for getting wet; school pickup and swimming lessons …





