Worry...

If I could choose a gene not to pass down to my girls it would be the anxiety gene. I am a born worrier. Luckily U2 is not. 50/50 odds.

My propensity to worry about things is the main reason I decided against a career in medicine. I could too easily envisage myself lying in bed worrying that I had missed a terminal condition.

I have got better over the years.

But I still have my moments and today it one of those moments. I had my annual breast ultrasound and I now have to have a cyst investigated further with a specialist. My doctor said that it is most likely fine but until they have done further tests I just have to wait for that confirmation. I don't like waiting, it gives me time to worry.

My mother died of leukemia four years ago and my aunt had breast cancer (thankfully she is fine now). I feel like I am waiting for my turn to come. Seems silly when I see that thought written down. But the older I get the more people I know that are affected by some form of cancer. Was is always this way and as a child I was just blissfully oblivious or is just popping its ugly head up more these days?

A friend once told me that she allowed herself 10 minutes at the end of the day to 'worry'. Then she had to stop, pray and then leave those thoughts alone until the next day.

My 10 minutes is up. See you tomorrow.

A few of my favourite things...

The dog has been biting, the bees have been stinging and I have been feeling sad so I think I need to remember some of my favourite things.

Leftover brownies, JollyJumper big gummy smile as I feed her, Goofy's pride in her new found ability to play the computer, MiniMe wanting to help in the kitchen by washing up, U2 being excited as his new business comes together, the sun coming onto the deck this morning, the promise that spring has arrived, generous friends who provide meals, in-laws that I would choose, mail that is not bills, getting something you have wanted on sale, clean floors, a good book, being able to make someone's day better, a cup of tea in the quiet, a breakfast date with girlfriends to look forward to, packed to the rafters, my friends, my family

Now I don't feel so sad.

Galloping horse test...

Recently I started knitting a vest for Goofy in an attempt to try and get some warm clothes on her. As I am still a novice I made a mistake and went in search of a youtube clip to help me discover how to undo what I had done. I came across the term, galloping horse test and I am a fan.

Essentially it is that if you make a mistake when knitting if you couldn't see it on the finished garment if you were riding by on a galloping horse then dont do anything about it!!

I have got back into knitting lately as it gives me something to do while I am watching TV at night. I am not sure why I feel the need to be productive all the time but I do enjoy sitting down and watching a ball of wool become something else. I like being able to finish something and have something to show for my efforts.

Unlike a pile of washing that once done will just be back again another day or picking up toys that will find their way back to the floor again! If I left the washing and the toy tidying undone they would accumulate to such an extent that a galloping horse would definitely notice them. I guess that means I do have to do something about them!!

A new battle...

Gray hair. Not happy Jan. They have multiplied seemingly overnight. A week of no TV for the kidlets and look what happens!

I have recently noticed the odd gray hair here and there but I was not ready for the sight that greeted me this morning as I look a closer look at my hair line. They look like they are planning a full scale assault. I feel very unprepared to go into battle with my latest foe. I thought I had years before I would face this battle.

I haven't had a strategy meeting yet to discuss my defence options.

Do I just let them take over as they will? Do I take them out one by one? Do I launch a chemical attack and smother them? This then leads to the question - with what?  

My first defence - TV is on now!

(an aside - the girls did end up cleaning up with some strong encouragement from U2 on Friday night!)

Tidying up...

Mondays MiniMe is at home and we generally have a home day. The girls have a great time playing together. This week I suggested in the morning that as they play they put away the game/toy they were playing with before they got another one out. They hate tidying up so I pleasantly suggested that this would make things easier for them.

I left them to play in the toy room downstairs.

They covered the floor. I think they had just got every container and tipped it out on the floor. They definitely did not heed my earlier suggestion.

They then wanted to watch their afternoon TV shows. I replied that they could watch TV once the room downstairs was tidy.

It is Friday and the TV has not been turned on.

I am not sure who is suffering more.

HELP?!?!

Have I found my style guide?

MiniMe and Goofy have started being very determined to choose their own clothes (but I have to help them put them on!).

Three days a week MiniMe has a school uniform to wear and for that I am very thankful. Goofy on the other hand wants to wear dresses no matter what the weather and preferable with no shoes or jumpers. I am very excited that spring has arrived and I dont have to battle to get layers on.

As I have already pointed out I am not style guru. Last night MiniMe wanted to wear all black (early goth?!) of a navy long t-shirt with navy stockings and a black woollen dress over the top with her black school shoes. We had an argument for awhile as in my head it was going to look terrible but in the end I decided it wasnt a battle worth fighting so off we went. When my mother in law saw her and she commented on how nice MiniMe looked and how well it all went together!

This raised many questions in my mind. At what age do I let them wear whatever they want (as long as it suits the season)? Should I just let go and let them develop their own style? Am I really that bad at judging what looks good? Should I be getting dress tips from them!?!

Style or lack thereof...

Everyone has their own sense of style. You will most likely find me in a pair of flat shoes, jeans and high neck t-shirt and a loose fitting jumper and maybe a scarf.


I don't feel like I have chosen this particular look but that is has come about for practicality. If I wear any type of heel I get a back ache, I have young children so pants are more practical, I have a bad scar on my upper chest so I wear high neck tops to cover it, I have young children so feel the need to cover my post baby tummy and be able to breastfeed easily. The scarf keeps me warm and makes me feel like I've made a tad of an effort to look nice!


I feel like I could do better but I am a bit lost at where to begin. I am also a but sort on funds to revamp the whole wardrobe so I tend to buy bits here and there, especially on sales. But maybe I need to be more strategic in my purchases.


I feel a bit lost in the whole fashion world and feel like I need a someone to take my hand and guide me through. Especillay as I look into the future with three teenage girls who may ask me for guidance! Where do I find such a guide?