Blessed

I am truly blessed.....

Blessed to have a beautiful growing healthy smart daughter

Blessed to have the most amazing family who put up with me each day

Blessed to have the awesome bond that I do have with my closet dearest friends. (which one dear friend just so happens to be my sister).

Blessed to have this incredible man in my life. Who just loves me and takes care of me.

Today has been a day of where I just want to tell the world how much I'm in love with Mr. B. I want to create huge billboards, shout from the top of buildings, broadcast it all over Face Book (: I couldn't even say where it would end. I just want to bubble over and gush and ooohhhh and aaahhhh.....

I always knew I deserved to have this kind of relationship, but I never thought it could be like this ~ so free and lovely.



Seriously, how did I get so blessed???????

Hello (echo) Hello anyone there......

How do you even begin to update a blog that has been like a ghost town for the last few months? I didn’t want to do “bullet point updates” so I think I’ll just break is down as follows:

McKenna

My darling little lady started Grade one yesterday. BIG SCHOOL. UNIFORM. My precious baby grew up over night. She is super excited about Grade one, all she wants to do is learn how to read. I wish I could capture her “I want to read” face on camera. She glows when she talks about it.

Her therapy sessions are also done. I’m so happy that I decided to send her to play therapy. I was very skeptical about all this therapy nonsense but in the end it proved to be the best decision. The difference it has made in her little life is amazing. Even her “stress eczema” has cleared up almost 98%. She is also more open with both Brad and I. McK is overall a very happy and loved child.

I also got a few parenting tips out of the therapy, and am working hard each day to improve myself as a mother. Luckily I have Brad helping me along the way too when I get to demanding on my 6 year old. He keeps me in check. ;-)

Brad

Like I said to him this morning, if I was a cartoon character I would have glittering hearts floating above my head at all times. They would even glow extra bright if I was thinking about him.

He has taught me to trust and love unconditionally. No words can describe how happy he makes me. I feel like the most sexiest woman when he is around. He loves me - every inch of me.

I always used to see and read about couples who are just so in love and happy. I never believed it was possible, that no one could feel like that about another person. It must have been an act, Oscar nominated performances. But here I sit, totally gaga about this amazing person who has changed my life in so many ways.

Work

I just barely survived November and December with the help of Bio-plus, Red bulls and patience that I dug up from who knows where. I’m still not used to the actual getting up early to blow wave hair and actually get proper cloths on. I still miss the working in pajama days.

I also miss a great deal of being part of McK’s day. I miss picking her up early. I now pick her up at 5pm, I always feel bad that she has to sit at school all day but I know she is having a ball playing with her friends.

Brad and Me

The popular question on everyone’s mind…. What is happening next? Much to my sister’s disgust we told her that we would most likely meet all our friends/family at the local pub and announce that we got married earlier that day. Hahaha. But ja, we are enjoying the way things are now and it works. Definitely no wedding bells in the near future.

Me

I want to win the Lotto.

I’m finally at peace with my past and it feels good. I’ve let go of all the bad memories and mistrust and hurt. I know I will never be hurt like that again. It just isn’t possible.

Life is good right now. Of course there are certain areas that could do with a bit of tweaking but overall its smooth sailing and smiley faces.

So that is basically it. See you in another few weeks…..

MIA

There is only one excuse........



I'm still deliriously happy and in love and just not finding the time to blog.

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Panda eyes

It wasn’t my usual Wednesday afternoon routine. Wednesday afternoon’s are spent counting the minutes away until I head over to Mr. B’s place for some “adult entertainment”. No Mck’s, no being a mommy, just a girlfriend going to visit her boyfriend. Not yesterday, nope this Wednesday played out very different…..

I watched my friend go first, cool as a cucumber. She knew I was watching every twitch and facial expression. I watched my mom being led to another room to be prepped. My heart started to race. Next thing I knew I had replaced my mom lying on the bed in the other room. I could hear giggles and muffled chatting coming from down the passage.

I lay there, eyes taped shut. Burning. I lay there thinking about my gorgeous Mr. B and what he was doing. I relived my wonderful weekend in my head over and over again. I gave thought to what the hell was I doing right now. I contemplated chickening out. But what would they say. Nita had gone, mom was almost done. How exactly did I end up going last? I had to go ahead…..

A soft voice came to get me, leading me down the hall way. Blind. I held onto the soft hands that were guiding me. Mom sniggering, “you see - now you know how I felt” came from somewhere behind me. I lay down. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I kept telling myself that I had just watched my friend have this done, she didn’t even flinch. (Later she told me that she had to hold her pose as to not scare me off.) Mom sniggers again, “good luck”……..

The soft voice tilts my head to the side, and says “keep the eyes relaxed and closed. I will pull them the way I want them”. RELAXED??? Darling you are about to put a blade that contains needles into my eye, (ok, well close enough to my eye, 1mm to be exact). The blade slices through my lids, upper and then lower. Breathe, breathe, breathe. “You still ok?”…. “yeah I’m totally fine you mother f*****g b*tch of a ***”. No really, “I’m cool” I say instead. “Just fine.”

We walked out there all puffy eyed and tired. Downed 4 double whiskey’s after our harrowing experience. Need to go back in 6 weeks for the touch up. But at least I’m going to have pretty black lined eyes for the next say 6 years or so. No more tedious minutes spent applying eye liner and having it burn the sh*t out of me. No more smudges. Just gorgeous lines, perfectly done.

Worms

McK has this irritating rude girl in her class, lets just call her G.... I'm forever hearing horrid stories about what G does. You know your typical school bully.

Just a snippet of our conversation on the drive home from school today:

Me: So McKs what did G get up to today?

McK: *insert look of disgust* She was really rude today

Me: What did she do now?

McK: She keeps putting her hand in her bum

Me: *trying not to giggle* Ummm, maybe she has worms

McK: I hope so *grinning*

Me: Me too......

LOL

Where do I even start with an update? I suppose I could just type and see where it goes.

I really do miss blogging and reading my favourite blogs too. But my days and weeks are just so jam packed I hardly find time to get in front of the PC.

Mondays – we try to recover from the weekend. Work is incredibly busy on a Monday. Exhausting. So by the time I have picked McK up from school at 5pm, I just want to eat dinner and bath.

Tuesdays – Well I don’t really have an excuse for a Tuesday. It’s really the only day that I have nothing on after work. So technically I could catch up with the blogs on a Tuesday.

Wednesdays – GRIN. I get to spend with Mr. B. So definitely no time for the PC.

Thursdays – Girly drinks with my friend Nita. Our kids even know that Thursdays are “kuier” days. McK will run to the car singing about her brothers. Nita’s boys are McK’s “brothers”. Too cute.

Fridays – Back in the arms of Mr. B again. Need I say more?

Saturday and Sunday – McK and I are at Mr. B until late Sunday afternoon. We are either entertaining friends or being lazy and watching movies.

In between being exhausted and working and visiting, I still have to make time for Making Babies and my dear friends the Geysers. It’s hard not seeing them so regularly any more. Our lives just seem so busy lately. Need to change that.

Then next thing I know Monday is back staring me in the face, another week seen its @ss. I wake up and realize its September.

Sometimes I don’t think I really have anything to update. I mean its still “same old same old”. Happy and in love. Enjoying each day. I’m leading a pretty boring life right now. If you can call it boring? I guess I will take this happy boringness over what my life used to be any day. Hahaha.

McK is doing well. She is still having some separation issues. Today marks her third session with the therapist. S phoned me this morning to let me know they start dealing and talking about “issues” today. So I might notice McK acting out or misbehaving. Says I just need to take it as it comes while she learns how to deal with her emotions. I’m really nervous.

Mr. B has started taking a more active role as “parent” too. It makes a big difference. I know it’s difficult for him to jump into the father role. But he handles it all so well. I think his and McK’s relationship can only benefit from it.

I wake up every morning thinking how very lucky I am. I get to hold my daughter. I get kisses and hugs and “mommy I love you’s”. I get to watch her grow each day. I watch her smile and giggle. I watch them play hide and seek together. I hear her laugh hysterically while Mr. B tickles her and she squeals “mommy come help me, Mr. Tickler has me”. I listen to her singing, making up words as she goes and sit amazed by her dancing and bouncing all over the place. I watch the tears fill up her gorgeous blue eyes and run down her cheek. The lip quiver. The temper tantrum accompanied by feet stomping. The sheepish grovel that comes after she has been punished. I get to see this all every day.

I get spun around the room to a corny country western song and get told how gorgeous I am. I get woken up with soft kisses, a smile with a gaze that I know only means “I love you.”

Life is bliss, life is happy, life is honest, life is love….

Who has time for blogging?