As the weather cools down we have been told to expect a drop in the number of eggs we get from Betty and Wilma each week. We weren't prepared for the monster sized dinosaur egg we found in the egg box one recent morning. It was huge! When we cracked it open we found it was a double yolker!
Chocolate with Smarties and KitKats?
Late yesterday afternoon she announced that she wanted to help make an "Adventure Time" cake. She wanted to make a cake that looked like the character Finn from a favourite tv cartoon.
She was pretty pleased with the end result!
Today we remember all Australian soldiers past and present who have given their all to make this land a safe place to live. The children had a day off school but they got up and put on their school uniforms and joined their classmates, teachers and principals in our local town and marched in the ANZAC memorial parade in honour of those who have gone before us so that they can live and grow in peace.
My crop of beetroot looked amazing with big glossy leaves. After 12 weeks we finally went out to pull some for a beetroot, feta and walnut salad with warm orange, mustard dressing. They were tiny! The entire crop gave me just one handful of diced beetroot which made one lovely serving of side-salad!
We are going to sow some more seeds this weekend in the hope of another salad by next August!!!
On our recent holiday to Queensland we went to visit a town that has a special connection to Mr B. In his mid teens someone told him about a small town in Australia called Byron Bay. He didn't believe them at first but the more he heard about it the more he knew he wanted to go there someday. How amazing to be called Byron Baynham and to visit a place where your name is everywhere! As we got out of our car and left it safely parked on Byron Street we vowed to take a photo of Byron standing next to every Byron sign we could. We gave up after about 30! Here is a selection of just some of them...!
It's so unbelievably wet here that even the inside of the post box has filled up with water. Today's post was sodden and unfortunately Rhiannons birthday cards that had arrived look more like paper-mache.
I have peeled the half disintegrated envelopes off and delicately opened the cards and am trying to dry them out in the laundry room.
That is, after I get rid of the slugs....!
Back to a predicted week of solid downpours and lots of wet laundry trying to dry.
According to the SatNav we have over 14 hours of driving ahead of us which should get us home after midnight.
According to Mr B he knows a better route and will have us home in time for the 9 O'Clock news...
As we travel to our holidays we are reminded regularly on huge roadside billboards to "Stop. Revive. Survive"
To stop and rest. Walk about. Shake the stiffness from our muscles. So that we arrive at our destination safely.
Today we are in the middle of a ten hour drive. As I listen to the advice for safe traveling I can't help but think it applies to our lives too.
Here's looking forward to taking some time out from normal life to stop and rest, revive our spirits and survive!
The kids have spent the last 7 hours shoulder to shoulder in the back of the car and seem to be surviving (so far!)
I can't believe I left two weeks go by without blogging...
I've been a bit like a circus clown over the last few months, spinning
plates. Being a working Mum with three kids is always going to hectic
and normally I relish the busyness of my life but recently the plates have
started to fall.
We all have lives that are made up of good times and challenges
and I know that what I'm going through is not worthy of any more
sympathy or support than any one of you out there. I know many of you
have faced challenges I cant even begin to imagine. What I'd love to
know is do any of you have any practical advice on how to keep things
together when life is trying to unravel?
I felt like I had found a good balance of being a good mum, a wife, a
nurse, and a good sister and daughter too. But since one of my parents
in Ireland became unwell I have struggled to be all to everyone.
Living 10,000 miles away from my birth home my ability to provide
practical support to my parents and sister is a challenge. I can't
batch cook food for their freezer. I can't step in to visit the
hospital giving someone else a much needed break. I can ring daily
send cards weekly and send little gifts occasionally to lift spirits
but it just never seems enough. I carry a knot of anxiety in my
stomach and tears never seem far from my eyes.
I am unable to blog about most of what I'm going through because I
know that this blog is read occasionally by family in Ireland and
also by family friends. I have to be respectful of their privacy and
have been asked to remove information in the past out of concern that
it would cause upset. I really hope that what I am writing here today
isn't going to upset them . I hope they won't ask me to remove it.
I just truly am reaching out for some support and advice from a larger
group of friends than just those in my day to day life.
This is not a situation that will resolve in the coming weeks. I'm
looking at a situation that will continue into the long term future. I
will be traveling to Ireland at some point in the coming weeks/months
to spend a week trying to make up for all that I cannot do from afar.
It seems a pathetically small gesture when I compare it to the life
other family members live day in day out without respite.
Even now I can see the effect that all this is having on my family. I've
been on the phone in the evenings where I used to be cuddling next to
my kids on the sofa. The call may only be half an hour but I feel
distracted and disconnected and I know I find it hard to go back to
being "Mum" again. I'm a bit snappy and less tolerant of the silliness
that three energetic kids get up to. I've missed tucking them into bed
and kissing them goodnight some evenings. They are not babies and they
have their very capable Dad to care for them too but I am their Mum
and I'd like to think that they will never be too old for a goodnight
chat and hug. All this at a time where Byron is working hard on a new
business venture and I am supposed to be helping him in the evenings
with paperwork and moral support. Somebody clone me please!
I'm not running such an efficient ship here at home. I start jobs but
don't finish them. I leave things to the last minute and feel like I'm
chasing my tail. My GP this week looked me in the eye and asked me if
I feel depressed. Really looked me in the eye. I answered an honest
no. I can still find happy moments in my week I just have to make more
of an effort to stop and appreciate them. Whatever the struggles I am
going through it will never compare to how hard life is for everyone
in Dublin. They get no escape from their problems. They can't immerse
themselves in the giggles of kids or the distraction of a holiday.
I have some really wonderful friends and they have reached out and
offered so much support but I worry that I am sounding like a stuck
record. That I will wear people down by talking about my problems to
them over and over. Especially with no ending in sight. So I bury things
deeper and deeper and hope that they will go away. Even typing this I
know this is not a good solution.
So how can I be a pillar of support to family on the other side of the
world who are going through devastating changes?
How do I get rid of this knot of guilt that sits in my stomach?
I don't want to wake up ten years from now feeling that I neglected
my parents and siblings at a time they needed me most.
But equally I don't want to find my three kids have grown up and
left home and feel as though I didn't cherish every moment of
being their mum?
How do you juggle all that life throws at you without losing yourself
in the process?