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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The elusive "balance". Does it really exist?













I am constantly striving to achieve the BALANCE

Balance in motherhood

Balance for myself

Balance for the kids

Balance for the dog (not really, I don't have a dog, but if I did I would be trying to find balance for it too)

But what does it really mean? 

And realistically, can it be achieved?

The more I chase it, the more it doesn't really look like a goal that needs to be conquered but rather an elusive idea that swims teasingly out in front of me saying "Nah nah na nah na, you can't catch me".

Finding balance and being a perfectionist is almost counter-intuitive.  I want to be the best I can, at everything:

A great mum
A loving and supportive wife
A high performing employee
A strong and confident woman
A fit and healthy person
An attentive and caring daughter, sister and friend

Is the only way to achieve all these things by doing everything at 80%?

Feels like it.

I have recently gone back to the paid workforce after three years as a stay at home mum.    

The balance is even more challenging but in a different way.  Before it was finding the intellectual balance that I craved. Now, it is a matter of whether I can actually fit everything that needs to be done into a 24 hour day.  

Don't get me wrong, I am a doing person. I like to be busy.  I am no good if I am idle. I feel a sense of achievement from getting things done, being efficient and productive.

However, a question I seem to be asking myself more and more in the effort to achieve this, so called, balance is "What's more important?"

What's more important? - Cleaning the house on a non-work day or letting it go and playing cars and doing puzzles instead?

What's more important? - Staying an extra hour with a good friend and having eggs on toast for dinner or going home early to cook a substantial, nutritionally sound meal.

What's more important? - Sleeping in or squeezing a workout in before work?

I can tell you, that in 99% of cases it is the latter that wins out.

Surprisingly, I'm cool with it.

Even though I want to do everything at 100%, that won't achieve balance either.



So, what's more important? 


Living a life measured in percentages 

or

Living a life measured by a deep understanding of what really matters


It's the latter that always wins out.


Happy Balance Searching!

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Monday, April 15, 2013

The 5kg Mission: Accomplished


Follow the mission here:
The 5kg mission: The 5 step plan
The 5kg mission: Weeks 1 & 2
The 5kg mission: Weeks 3 & 4
The 5kg mission: Weeks 5 & 6

Generally I'm not the bragging type but...

GOOD ON ME

It was friggin' hard work, mind you.

5kg's doesn't sound like much but when it's the pesky LAST five, it feels like a ton.

I am now under my pre-baby (who is not a baby anymore but now a toddler) weight.

Since my last post on this, it has been a.... shedload of weeks.  I have been a bit slack on updating 'cause...  well.... we packed up, went on a holiday and moved countries.

What worked
  • Conquering my cheese addiction
  • Eating less
  • Calorie counting
  • Keeping a food diary www.myfitnesspal.com
  • Interesting, filling salads for lunch
What didn't work
  • Not eating carbs after 5pm - too complicated, made no difference
  • Eating small regular meals - made no difference, its more about overall calories consumed in a day
Best moments
  • Achieving my goal
  • Realisation that walking and Pilates do 'count' as exercise
  • Vodka and Diet Coke has less calories than wine
Worst moments
  • Cheese has a humungous amount of calories
  • Losing one week only to put back on the next
Now the hardest part begins...

Keeping it off - stay tuned.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Random stuff that must be kept

Fitting six months of our life into four suitcases is...

a challenge

Actually, correct that... it's impossible.  We had to buy another bag.  We now have five suitcases.

You know what takes up the most room?

The damn toys.

We have one suitcase just for toys.  

I'll admit it now - I "accidentally" left some behind.  Santa Claus underestimated the size of some of the gifts (honestly, what were you thinking Santa).  Let's hope this doesn't come back and bite me in the bum later.

It will though...

"I have no idea where enormous talking T-Rex went?"

"Must have got lost on our way home"...

Master 4 gets EXTREMELY upset when things are lost.  

He already has plans to come back to the USA "when I am a grownup" just to find a Matchbox ute he lost at the park one day.

It doesn't help that Master 4 also wants to keep all sorts of random stuff.

Like...

Leaves, bits of bark, sticks, weird balloon swords, icicles, the wrapper from his museli bar that now apparently looks like a boat, pine cones, rubber bands, bits of string, shells

It is imperative that these things are kept safe.

There is now a dedicated pocket in one of the suitcases for The Randoms That Must Be Kept.

I think he is MacGyver or something.

I mean, there are countless tricky situations where a balloon sword and a rubber band would be handy...right?

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Bye Bye USA. Thanks for the memories!

We are heading home.

For those reading this blog for the first time, Welcome! We have spent the past six months living in Washington DC in the USA after Mr Jones was seconded onto a project over here.

We have loved every minute of it.

BC (before children) we lived in London for two years.  We had an amazing time and travelled all over Europe.  After returning to Australia and being grown ups (aka buying a house, renovating, buying a business, having kids etc), we never thought we would have the opportunity to work overseas again.

This has been the most incredible experience and one we will never forget and always cherish.

Living in another country with kids is different to living overseas with no kids. Hey, who am I kidding, living ANYWHERE with kids is different to no kids!

I was a little apprehensive before coming here.  I am blessed to have an amazing support network close by in Australia and coming to another country, living in a small apartment with my little boys by my side every minute of every day, seven days a week was pretty daunting (patience is not one of my strengths although I wish wish wish it were).

However, it has been fine.  There have been days that if I had to explain one more time a) picking your nose spreads germs b) putting your hands down your pants isn't nice manners c) we eat our food sitting up at the table, not upside down or d) ask for a tissue instead of wiping your snot on the couch, I would have lost the will to live but hey, that's just parenting in general.  Doesn't matter where in the world you are.

WHAT I HAVE LOVED
  • Seeing a new country through the eyes of my boys
  • The people I have met
  • Weekly cleaning service (I haven't cleaned a toilet in six months - what a bloody treasure that has been)
  • Having an ozone layer
  • No water restrictions
  • Being immersed in the 'day to day'
  • Discovering this incredibly diverse and amazing country

WHAT I HAVE MISSED
  • Friends and family
  • My coffee machine
  • My pillow
  • Our house

So long USA, thank you for welcoming us and showing us your amazing personality.  I love your patriotism, I love how proud you are, I love your sunny disposition, I love your celebrations and your positive outlook.

I'm taking a bit of all that back to Australia with me. 


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Sunday, January 20, 2013

2013 goals: better late than never!

I'm not a big one for New Years Resolutions but I do like to have goals.

I also like to have plans on how to achieve those goals.  However, it's all very well to make plans (I am a planner afterall) but plans change.

2012 is a fine example of this.  I did not know at the beginning of 2012 that I would end the year living in Washington DC.  That was an AWESOME change of plans.

So lets just stick to the goals for now. 

Top 5 goals for 2013 (good lists come in 5's!)

1. Go back to the paid workforce
This is probably my number 1 goal for this year.  I would like to find a role I am passionate about in vocational teaching or marketing part time.

2. Complete and maintain The 5kg mission
It's taking awhile but I am slowly (and healthily) chipping away at it. Those last 5kg are always the hardest.

3. Write 40 posts on my blog
I am loving writing my blog and would like to continue to improve my writing and keep it regular, light hearted and interesting.

4. Renovations
Mr Jones and I have great plans for finishing off a few things around our house this year - the backyard, downstairs wet areas and family room.

5. Breathe
I forget to breathe.  I don't mean literally (I don't have some weird condition where I forget to breathe - that would be..... bad) but I really need to just take more deep breaths each and every day. Breathe before I react. Breathe at the end of a hard day. Just breathe.

Just puttin' it out there.

There is something so accountable about writing it down.



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Monday, January 14, 2013

The "Where do babies come from?" conversation

Just after I had Master 1, Master 4 was sitting on my knee just chatting and completely out of the blue he says "How did Master 1 get into your tummy?"

Oh S**t.

I wasn't prepared.

He caught me off guard.

"Ummm, well, ummm...he just grew there"

"But how did he get IN there" he says

A million things run through my head.  It needs to be age appropriate, don't traumatise him, don't say something lame like the stork bought him or we found him in the cabbage patch or ask your Daddy.  Ok, deep breath, THINK OF SOMETHING GOOD TO SAY

"Wellllll....he grew from a little egg" 

Pause.  

I am waiting for his short attention span to take over and for him to start talking in detail about what shape his poo was this morning or something... please....anything. I'm not ready for this yet.

I can see his little brain ticking over and he is looking at me expectantly.  I contemplate distracting him but I know he won't let it go so here it goes...

"Mummy has lots of little eggs inside her and he grew from one of those eggs into a baby"

Please let that be enough

He is thinking thinking thinking






"Can I eat those eggs?"





No my son, you cannot.

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He was quite happy with this response and for quite a while proceeded to ask every female he met whether she had "eggs inside her" followed by "but you can't eat them, you know"

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Friday, January 4, 2013

Technology has replaced "I spy"

BC (before children), I would look at parents in restaurants whose children were playing hand held games and say to Mr Jones indignantly "Why don't they have a conversation with their children, instead of playing video games at the dinner table? When we have kids, we won't be doing that".

I was such an extraordinary parent before I had kids.

Recently we took a long weekend and went to New York City on the train.  It is a four hour journey. It's a nice ride because you can look out the window and see lots of interesting things as well as being able to get up and move around.


This is what our train journey to New York looked like:



No looking out the window, no seeing interesting things and no moving around.

When I was young, we went on lots and lots of driving holidays.  We drove from Melbourne to Queensland and across the Nullarbor a few times to Perth.  We had some amazing adventures and saw some pretty cool stuff.

On these long drives, my brother and sister and I would play family car games, listen to Dad's "Australian" tapes (I can recite 'The Man From Snowy River' - its my thang), sleep, eat Fantails, read, annoy each other, listen to books on tape (remember the Disney ones that you followed along with a book and the music chimed each time you had to turn the page!), stare out the window for hours watching the scenery go by and of course play "I spy".

We had no DVD players, hand held game units, iPhones or iPads.  

This is not a "it's not like the good ole days" rant because if DVD players and iPads were available back in the "olden days", my siblings and I would have been all over that.

Now, before handing over the electronic devices, we did try to engage Master 4 in a game of "I spy".  He hasn't quite grasped the idea that you have to be able to "see it" in order for us to guess.  So once we have exhausted all the obvious things beginning with "T" (train, tractor, tracks, trees), we are also guessing every other word that he has in his vocabulary beginning with "T" (T-Rex, tiger, trampoline, trumpet etc).  Consequently, he thinks we are pretty crap at it.

In my book, any thing that I can use to my advantage to make my life as a parent just that bit more bearable on a long journey is fine by me.

Did I think that I would hand over the technology so easily?

No.


But I'm over being hoighty toighty and judgemental about it.  

To technology I say...


Bring it.