Work nightmares. You know the ones. Those that make you toss and turn at night. You can’t stop your mind from going a million miles an hour. Trying to solve problems all night long.
These dreams have been a curse for me for a long time. A stressful case at work will keep me up all night. So will urgent deadlines. An early morning flight will have me dreaming about sleeping through my alarm clock and waking up to a taxi in the driveway!
Worst of all are those dreams where I’m actually making up the problems – real or not.
And in the morning, I wake up feeling tired and stressed instead of refreshed. Continue Reading…
Some people spend their holidays drinking cocktails. I am envious. I would love to sit by a pool in the sun drinking Pina Coladas. It reminds me of our time in Fiji, a jug of Pina Colada, sun loungers, a two-year-old playing at our feet.
But this holidays it was not to be. This week I’ve spent my precious annual leave sanding, cleaning, stripping wallpaper, pulling staples out of the floor, and learning to wallpaper. This girls have been bored out of their minds, and have been fighting like crazy. The novelty of stripping wallpaper wore off after the first weekend.
But we are building a future for our children and ourselves. There are a lot of sacrifices we have to make, but it will all be worthwhile in a few months when the house is complete.
And at least I can say I have learned something new!
Because life will only change when you become more committed to your dreams than your comfort zone [Billy Cox].
This was my first ever attempt at wallpapering (“after” photos to come):
I am the first to dread Mondays in our house. I suffer horribly from the “Monday Blues”. But I’m done with it. It’s not helping me or anybody else, so I’m turning over a new leaf. Welcome to POSITIVE MONDAYS!
This week it’s back to work as normal. I’m slowly recovering from the flu, and my brain is almost functional again. I just got a pay rise (not sure if that is a good thing, or if it just adds to the handcuffs, but an interesting topic to explore later…). And, if all goes to plan, we may even buy a house this week!
I wish you all a fantastic week, with whatever it is you are doing. Remember:
“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love – then make that day count!“ Steve Maraboli
On 1 July I pledged to give up alcohol, and I signed up for Dry July to raise funds for people affected by cancer. A month later and I’ve reached my goal, I’ve abstained from alcohol and I’ve raised $249.75 for Look Good Feel Better, to help people living with cancer. And I’ve been surprised with what I’ve learned along the way.
Why I gave up alcohol
I had a number of reasons for giving up alcohol and signing up for Dry July. Firstly, I was looking forward to the health benefits of not drinking for a month. Secondly, I’ve also lost too many people I love to the hideous illness.
I lost my father to cancer over 15 years ago. Despite his fight, he didn’t make it to my graduation. He wasn’t there to walk me down the aisle at my wedding. And he never got to meet his beautiful grandchildren.
It’s Friday and it’s time to celebrate the weekend!! Unfortunately, I’m still doing Dry July so I won’t be seeing in the weekend with the traditional Friday night glass of wine (OK, the reality is it’s probably more like a bottle!)
I’ve been back at work this week after our beautiful holiday in Taupo. Here’s a little snapshot (proper blog to follow shortly):
Miss M and I exploring Taupo whilst Hubby and Miss T are off skiing without us…
I’ve also been a bit quiet on the blogging side. But truth be told, there is a reason for that!
It’s school holidays! Well, to be fair the girls have been on holiday for a week already, but have been at school holiday programme. NOW I am also on holiday for a week!
Bring on a week of sleep ins, lazy mornings sipping coffee in the sun, reading blogs. Movies with the kids. A trip to the skating rink. And a few days in Taupo. A touch of prawn fishing (I will have to explain that one more when we do it!). And Hubby may even take the girls skiing.
I have also set myself a few blog goals:
I’m writing a guest blog on ‘teaching your children the value of money’, I have timed this to get it done on my week off.
I want to get my ‘subscribe’ button working.
I’ll keep you all up to date with our holiday adventures 🙂
And of course there are a few boring jobs to do around the house. I’ve already cleaned the linen cupboard.
There were thirteen candles in our house this week. Officially a teenager in the house. A milestone duly celebrated with even more teenagers for a teenage sleepover!!
All whilst I’ve pledged not to touch a drop of alcohol for Dry July! Luckily for me, a compassionate mother has sponsored me a “Golden Pass” so I can commiserate the upcoming teenage years with a well-deserved glass of red wine.
So what are we in store for?
The metaphor of conquering Everest in the wrong shoes springs to mind [Rachel Halliwell on the terrible teens]
To me, the most surprising thing is how much my 13-year-old resembles her two-year-old self.
Like her two-year-old self, she is prone to tantrums because she cannot find the “right” shoes or the pants she wants to wear are in the wash (absolutely my fault, washing should be a same-day-service, oh, and I should be a mind reader and ensure that whatever has been dumped on the bathroom floor appears clean on the day she wants it!).
Canada is an absolutely stunning country. It has wide open spaces and turquoise blue lakes, surrounded by the snowy caps of the Rocky Mountains. There are hot springs and local breweries, poutine and bear jams. It is an ideal place to explore and grow as a family.
This itinerary covers the sights, history and culture of Vancouver, and gets you out into the Alps, exploring the lakes and away from the crowds.
I’ve signed up for Dry July! I have pledged not to touch a drop of alcohol for the month of July, and I’ve signed up for the Dry July fundraiser to raise funds for people affected by cancer.
Not only am I looking forward to the health benefits of not drinking for a month, but I’ve also lost too many people I love to the hideous illness.
I was 18 when my father rolled his truck on his way home from work. The first few cars drove past him, thinking he was a drunk driver. But the truth was, he had suffered a stroke. He was flown in the rescue helicopter to Auckland where emergency surgery kept him alive. We arrived in the early hours of the morning, baby brothers in tow, to find out the cause of the stroke was a brain tumour the size of a golf ball. Dad was given two months to live. Three days later my youngest brother turned five.
It’s the old saying – do you want to be right or do you want to be happy? Of course, you can be right and be happy!
But that doesn’t always happen. And the question is – when do you put your foot down? When do you insist on being right? And how far do you push it?
At our house, we have had a week of fighting. Well, more accurately, Hubby and I have.
It started last week. I had been working long hours and was exhausted. After a 13 hour day on site, I had come home to the news one of the girl’s school friends had passed away. It threw me a little, well more than a little. She was the same age as my youngest, and her elder sister the same age as my eldest. And I was tired. And it was cancer.
As I’ve said before, you never get over the death of a parent. You can learn to cope, and you can start to remember them and to smile, without a tear in your eye. But then IT (grief) will rare its ugly head when you least expect it. And when cancer took the life of a little 8-year-old girl that we had known since she was a toddler, a little girl who loved princesses and cats – IT hit me like a bus.
So I wasn’t coping. I was grumpy.
And Hubby did something I didn’t like. He was wrong – I was right.