Summer Holidays – Clothing Optional, Sunshine Not Guaranteed


It’s Day Two of the school holidays and, apparently, clothing is optional in our house.

Here in New Zealand, we are lucky enough to have Christmas at Summertime  …


… and so the kids finish school for the year and have 6-8 weeks off before going back in the new year. I’m thrilled. Can you tell?

Yesterday was Princesses last day at school, and today, BoyChild finished up. Last night, they (along with one of their friends) went outside onto the trampoline at 7:30 pm, in the rain, stark naked, for a bounce. My friend and I watched them from the comfort of the living room, perhaps enjoying a glass of wine. It was, after all, the last day of school. Party hard, we said. Go crazy.

And, go crazy they did.

After an hour or so, we brought the reluctant yet saturated kids inside for a bath and into their pjs. Once it was dark enough (9:30pm-ish), we piled into the car to go and check out the Christmas lights on display at other houses. I have to say, kudos to our little suburb, there were some fantastic houses. Naturally, the kids started to doze off in the car but that didn’t stop my friend and I from searching out houses and exclaiming lots of “ohhhhh”s and “ahhhh”s. Some houses were pretty spectacular. And, when we couldn’t find decent houses, we drove down the main street and “ohhhh”d and “ahhhhh”d at the shop displays. Most weren’t so much “Christmas-y” as just the standard lit up display that stores have at night time, but we had fun nonetheless.

I thought that an 11pm bedtime for the kids might have resulted in a sleep in this morning. Ha ha ha, I know, I know. Don’t be ridiculous, Mrs T! Princess was up, bright and shiny, at 8am. By 9am, she was not so bright and shiny. She was tiiiiiiiiiired. Really? You think?

After a long day of desperately trying to keep Princess and BabyGirl entertained (“I’ve got an idea! Let’s go to the Mall”. Said the craziest mother ever), we collected BoyChild from his last day at preschool and came home.

Now, this is no exaggeration – literally immediately as BoyChild walked in the door, his clothes were discarded. “No top, Mumma. No pants, Mumma”.


Alrighty then.

Naturally, it was followed by, “He’s nakey! I wanna be nakey”.

And, before I knew it, I once again had two children, stark naked, jumping on the trampoline in the rain.

I can’t wait to see what Day 3 brings. I’m going to go right ahead and suggest it may have to do with naked children on the trampoline.


Yay Holidays!



This Parenting Gig – It Ain’t All Bad

Today, this blog was the subject of a conversation on Facebook – a good friend of mine shared it on her page, and someone commented words to the effect of, “why are parenting blogs so negative? Why don’t people write about the good things that happen? It scares those of us who are child-free!”.

I read these comments and thought, fair call! I mean, a lot of my subject matter could quite easily be construed (especially by those who don’t have children of their own) as negative.

Now, I don’t intend it to be negative, and am very careful about not identifying my kids, therefore somehow attempting to protect them against the big bad Interweb. Another friend of mine was a keen and witty blogger about her kids, until a supposed “friend” of hers forced her to discard her blog, by making her feel horrible about “making fun of her kids”. Again, this was absolutely not her intention, but that’s how this (child-free) person read it.

So, my subject matter today – Parenting isn’t all bad. Of course it isn’t. I mean, how can it be all bad, when you have created little people who, no matter what, are completely dependant on you for their everything. This is both flattering and overwhelming. Princess often tells me she loves me, tells her brother she loves him, tells her sister she loves her, yells at them when they don’t say it back …

Children are hilarious. Freaking hilarious. Oftentimes I am literally crying with laughter because of something my kids have done. Their outlook on the world is second to none, and a lot of adults could benefit from taking a leaf out of their books. Small things, like BabyGirl calling my Stepfather by his first name, or saying “Bless you” when I sneezed. Or watching BoyChild painstakingly decide which bush to pee in while we were out today. “I’ll water this garden .. no, this garden .. no, I’ll wees in this garden .. no, this one!”. Or Princess, upon hearing that all plastic containers were 97c at The Warehouse, slipping under all the adults gathered around the stand to make sure we didn’t miss out, and then asking a staff member to please get us a basket for all our containers. And then, turning to me with a huge grin on her face and declaring, “This is SO MUCH FUN, Mum!”.

But, here’s the thing. While it’s fair to say that parenting isn’t all bad, it isn’t all good either. And, one of the main reasons I started this blog, was to allow people to see the other side of things. The side people don’t tend to talk about. That kids, no matter how awesome they seem, still throw tantrums. They are funny and clever and infuriating and awesome and cool and miserable and scary and sad and hysterically happy and hysterically upset. All within one day.

Which leads me to the question – is it worth it?

Hells yea. No hesitation.

I love being a Mum. When I think about my kids, I tear up. Like every other mum out there, I get fed up with my kids, but miss them like crazytown as soon as I’m gone. Last weekend, I worked from 11am till 6pm. After my last job I was offered a drink and some food – I declined because all I wanted to do was get home and see the kids before they went to bed. All the way home, I felt myself getting more and more excited about what I would talk to them about when I got home. I walked in the door and was greeted with loud shouts of “MUM’S HOME!!!!!”. Worth it? Hells yea.

So, if you are reading this and you don’t have kids, don’t be disheartened – the good is certainly worth it. If you do have kids, I don’t need to tell you because I’m confident you already know. And you also know, sometimes you have to laugh. Otherwise you cry.

I feel I should throw in here, tomorrow night Mr T and I are spending the night away from the kids, for the first time ever. We have lots planned, mostly centered around sleeping (shush, you dirty-minded people) but I can guarantee a lot of the evening will be spent talking about the kids, reminiscing about the kids, missing the kids.

Because, this parenting gig, it ain’t all bad at all!